The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 79 Blonde Little Lolita Lu Suo, Collector's Edition Skin Shen Er

The human brain is highly plastic; even removing 87% of the brain does not affect daily life.

Before this, Dong Yangping had always scoffed at these things.

But now the facts are undeniable, forcing him to believe it.

Removing at least 50% will not have any impact.

"I really can't cut any more, or my brain will be completely ruined, I'll really die!"

"Even if I have strong spell power and am skilled in reversal techniques, it will be useless by then."

"What exactly happened to cause such a strong emotional reaction?"

With only half a brain remaining, Rosso complained endlessly, feeling utterly hopeless about life.

There were several pieces of brain tissue scattered on the ground nearby, like tofu.

The real person was crouching to the side, hands covering their head, trembling, muttering intermittently: "You can't see me, you can't see me—"

With a slight flick of his wrist, Dong Yangping cleaned the Heavenly Reversal Scroll in his hand as if it were still clean.

After venting his emotions, Dong Yangping's lingering effects from the emotional outburst and magnetic field transmission have mostly disappeared.

"Nothing much, just bored and wanted to practice on you. What exactly is your current form of existence? Logically speaking, isn't your brain your main body? Why are you completely unharmed after I've cut so many of you out?"

"I'll still use the Heavenly Reversal Technique!"

A surge of magical power coursed through the Lu Suo, drawing the brain tissue back to its original state. The reverse technique was activated, and the brain was restored to its original state!

Like an old pedant, Lu Suo began to ramble on: "How should I explain this to you? Based on what I've learned about neuroscience, brain structure, and biology, now—"

Dong Yangping's forehead veins bulged, his emotions stirred once again.

But he lost control, and a magnetic shockwave blasted a nearby wall away—

Dong Yangping quickly suppressed his strength. Ever since he passed the period of enlightenment following the outburst, his power had been completely out of control.

Even the slightest thought can cause power to leak out, resulting in widespread damage!

However, this outflowing power will still deplete his internal energy.

The person standing to the side shrank further into the corner.

Lu Su swallowed hard. Although it now had a brain, it still had a mouth.

"Are you really alright? By the way, how did you become so strong? And so uncontrollable!"

Dong Yangping waved his hand, and Lu Suo saw Dong Yangping's action and quickly retreated to dodge, but nothing happened.

Dong Yangping: "Don't change the subject, let's continue what we were saying, and say something I can understand!"

Lu Suo nodded seriously: "All living beings exist through a soul, which is called consciousness, but consciousness is not actually in the brain."

"The brain is just a transit station, or a receiver; my current state is one of dependence on the brain for existence."

.

"As for why you cut out my brain while I am unharmed, it's because the Heaven-Defying Technique in your hand doesn't directly harm the soul."

"As long as my brain isn't damaged too much, I won't be affected. At most, I just won't be able to use my magic or spells."

As Dongyang Ping listened to what Lu Suo said, his mind raced, recalling some knowledge he had acquired in his previous life—

In 2019, The Lancet Neurology published a 20-year follow-up study—among 347 children who underwent hemispherectomy for severe epilepsy, 78% did not experience a decline in IQ after the surgery, and 43% even saw an improvement.

In the most extreme case, a six-year-old girl had 87% of her left brain removed.

This is the hemisphere that governs language, logic, and mathematics, but at the age of 13, she not only fully recovered her language abilities but also won awards in math competitions.

Another case – in 2007, a 45-year-old French man suffered from hydrocephalus, which compressed his brain to the point where only a two-millimeter-thick outer membrane remained, with 95% of his intracranial cavity filled with fluid.

According to neuroscience theory, he should be in a vegetative state, but he is not only a civil servant, but also married with two children, and his IQ test results are completely normal.

When researchers scanned his skull, they saw not brain tissue, but an empty cavity.

If consciousness requires the brain as its hardware, why can it still function even when 95% of that hardware is gone?

Why do split-brain patients, whose brains are disconnected, have their left and right hands "fighting" each other?

However, the patient insisted that he felt he was very consistent.

If even physical structures can be completely destroyed, where exactly is consciousness hidden?

Is this what they call the soul?

Dong Yangping's mind raced.

As Dong Yangping progressed from the electric current-driven stage to the magnetic field-rotation stage, his body underwent a dramatic transformation.

The most obvious manifestation is that physical fitness has become stronger, thinking speed has become extremely fast, and there are many thoughts.

Many previously buried memories have become incredibly clear.

In short, it has undergone a comprehensive upgrade in terms of hardware.

This is a good thing, but it's not entirely a good thing either.

Dong Yangping's emotions have become extremely chaotic, and he has so many thoughts that he shows signs of schizophrenia.

Moreover, his control over his power has plummeted to an unprecedented low.

The fact that the metal wall was blown away by accident just now is proof of that.

Dong Yangping looked at the mess in the laboratory.

The wall that had been blasted away now only had a huge gap, and the wind was blowing in from the outside, making the scattered pages of the books rustle.

The rope floated in the air, looking at the gap, and then at Dongyangping.

Are you sure you're alright?

Dong Yangping did not answer. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

The violent electromagnetic forces still danced around him. Blue flashes of electricity occasionally streaked across the air, crackling and popping.

But his breathing became more and more steady.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

The flashes of light gradually faded.

Finally, it disappeared completely.

Dongyang Ping opened his eyes.

The madness and chaos of the past had largely faded from those eyes, replaced by a strange calm.

Like the sea after a storm, though waves remain, they are no longer raging.

"Meditation," Dongyang Ping said softly. "It's been a long time since I've used it."

Lu Suo floated over and curiously looked him over.

"You can also meditate?"

"I've practiced before."

Those out-of-control forces have been temporarily suppressed.

But it's only temporary.

He knew that the root of the problem lay in those surging forces, those frantic thoughts, and that self torn apart by emotions.

needs time.

It needs to be repaired gradually.

"What you just said," Dongyang Ping looked at Lu Suo, "is consciousness not in the brain, but in the soul?"

Lu Suo nodded.

"Based on the books I've read—neuroscience, biology, quantum physics—human research on consciousness is still in a very early stage."

Dong Yangping nodded, then turned and walked to the window.

Actually, there's no need to go to the window anymore, because one wall is gone.

Dong Yangping did not walk to the broken wall.

Outside the window, it was almost dawn.

The clouds in the east began to turn white.

"Lu Suo".

"Um?"

Do you want freedom?

Lu Suo was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Freedom," Dong Yangping said. "Leave this cage and go out to see the world."

Lu Suo remained silent, then laughed: "You're willing to let me go?"

"I know you very well: sensitive, suspicious, and overly cautious!"

"It's not that I'm letting you go." Dong Yangping pursed his lips, turned around, and looked at it. "It's that I'm making you work for me."

Lu Suo raised an eyebrow: "Working?"

"Okay." Dong Yangping nodded. "Help me with my work. Kill cursed spirits, gather intelligence, and handle other troubles. I'll give you your freedom, find you a body, and pay you a salary."

"Even your Human Instrumentality Project—if you still want to do it, I can help."

Lu Suo looked at Dong Yangping, his eyes, formed from cursed power, flickering with complex emotions.

"Do you know what my plan is?"

"I know," Dong Yangping said. "To assimilate all of humanity with Tianyuan and achieve so-called evolution."

"So you're still willing to help?"

"Why are you unwilling?" Dongyang Ping asked in return. "The plan itself is neither right nor wrong, only the methods are problematic."

If you change your approach, change your goal—for example, let humanity choose its own evolutionary path instead of being forced to assimilate—then there's no problem.

Lu Suo looked at Dong Yangping with a complicated expression.

"You are a strange person."

"Many people say that."

When Dong Yangping heard these words again, he began to have some doubts. Was he really some kind of strange person?

Lu Suo noticed Dong Yangping's subtle movements as he gripped his knife. If he dared to say no, he would probably slash at him with his knife in the next second.

"Okay. I agree."

Dongyang Ping nodded and looked at the real person in the corner.

The blue head was huddled in the corner, trembling.

"And you?"

The real person looked up, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Me? I-I-I agree too!"

Dongyang Ping raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you going to ask what the conditions are?"

"No need to ask!" The man shook his head vigorously. "Whatever you say goes! I'll do whatever you say!"

The man paused, then added, "As long as you don't kill me, don't cut out my brain, I'll do anything!"

Looking at its cowardly appearance, Dong Yangping suddenly felt like laughing.

How come I didn't realize this guy was a coward before?

"Okay," he said. "From now on, you two are mine."

He walked to the door and opened it.

"Tanaka!"

Butler Tanaka ran in from outside.

"Young Master?"

"Prepare two contracts," Dong Yangping said. "An employment contract. Excellent benefits."

Tanaka paused for a moment, looked at the brain floating in the air, and then at Higashiyohei.

"Young Master, this—"

"Stop talking nonsense. Get it done."

"----yes.

Tanaka turned and ran away.

After half an hour.

Two contracts were placed in front of Lu Suo and Zhen Ren.

It was written clearly in black and white on white paper.

Position: Special Affairs Officer.

Duties: To follow Dong Yangping's orders, cleanse cursed spirits, gather intelligence, and handle emergencies.

Compensation: Monthly salary of one million yen, bonuses for completing tasks, free meals and accommodation, and one month of paid leave per year.

Liability for breach of contract: In the event of any betrayal, Dongyang Ping has the right to take back the body and destroy the soul at any time.

Lu Suo smiled after reading the contract.

"This contract of yours is quite interesting. For people like us, is such a contract even useful?"

"Sign it. Stop talking so much nonsense. We live in a society governed by law, and we still need to follow the procedures," Dong Yangping said.

Lu Suo used his magical power to condense a pen and signed his name on the contract—not in Chinese characters, but in a strange symbol.

"What is this?"

"My real name," said Pascal. "After living this long, I have to keep some secrets."

Dong Yangping didn't ask any more questions.

The man took the contract, didn't even look at it, and signed it directly.

"It's signed!"

Dongyang Ping put away the contract and looked at Tanaka.

"What about your body?"

Tanaka made a phone call.

Ten minutes later, a black truck stopped at the gate of the yard.

Several men in black unloaded a long, rectangular box from the car and placed it in the yard.

Dong Yangping walked over and opened the box.

Then he froze.

Inside the box lay a girl.

With long golden hair, fair skin, and delicate features, she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

She was wearing a white dress, her hands clasped in front of her chest, as if she were asleep.

Dong Yangping remained silent for three seconds.

Then he turned his head and looked at Tanaka.

"What is this?"

Tanaka leaned closer and took a look.

"A corpse. The corpse you requested, young master."

"I know it's a corpse." Dong Yangping pointed at the girl. "I want a corpse, not—not this one!"

Tanaka looked completely innocent.

"Young master, this is the freshest and best-preserved corpse available on the black market. It was imported from abroad, died no more than six hours ago, and shows no signs of injury."

He paused, then added, "And, it's beautiful."

"Perfect for collecting!"

Dongyangping:

In the end, Dong Yangping still carried the corpse to Luo Suomian.

Lu Suo floated over, looked at the corpse, and then at Dong Yangping.

Then she asked, "Do you have any strange fetishes?"

The veins on Dong Yangping's forehead bulged.

The electromagnetic forces that had just been suppressed began to stir again.

"No," he said, emphasizing each word. "I don't have any strange hobbies."

Lu Suo looked at him with a subtle expression.

"Then why choose this one?"

"I didn't choose him!" Higashiyohei pointed at Tanaka. "He chose him!"

Tanaka took a step back.

"Young Master, I thought you were for collection purposes."

"Collect my ass! Forget it, you can go now."

"yes----"

Dong Yangping took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging power.

Forget it.

A corpse is a corpse.

Who cares what it looks like.

"This is it," he said. "Bail, go inside."

Lu Suo looked at the body of the blonde loli and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then it said, "Okay."

It floated over and burrowed into the body's forehead.

The stitched scar appeared on the girl's smooth forehead.

A few seconds later.

The girl opened her eyes.

They had golden eyes that matched their hair perfectly.

She sat up and looked down at her hands.

Slender, fair-skinned, with long, delicate fingers.

She flexed her fingers.

Then she stood up and took two steps.

"This body—is not bad," she said, her voice clear and slightly childish, "better than I imagined."

"And he even has the talent of a sorcerer!"

Dong Yangping looked at her.

Looking at that delicate face, that petite body, and that long golden hair.

Then I thought about the old monster inside who had lived for over a thousand years.

He suddenly felt that this world was truly too magical.

"She's real," he said. "For now, you'll follow her and let her be your guide."

The man nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay!"

Lu Suo—now we should call her "she"—walked to the front of Dongyang Plane.

Those golden eyes were looking at him.

"What will you call me from now on?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"Whatever you like. It's just a name."

Lu Su tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"This body's original name was Phil—never mind, I'll just call myself Faso."

Dongyang Ping nodded, finding it difficult to address him by another name: "Whatever you like."

Lu Suo laughed.

That smile, paired with that youthful face, made him look innocent and naive.

But Dongyang Ping knew that behind that smile lay a thousand years of calculation and wisdom.

"So what do we do now?"

Dong Yangping looked out the window.

It was already daylight.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the courtyard.

"Go and kill the cursed spirit," he said. "From this moment on, you two are my hounds."

Lu Suo raised an eyebrow, slightly unaccustomed to the sight: "A hunting dog?"

"Hmm, you have a problem with that?"

"I wouldn't dare."

If you don't dare, then you're pregnant, and you'd better keep it to yourself.

Dong Yangping nodded, "Cleanse the cursed spirits in Tokyo."

He paused.

"Especially the clepsydra and the flower harp—those two aren't quite dead yet. Find them, catch them if you can, kill them if you can't."

Lu Suo nodded.

"clear."

She turned and walked outside.

The real person floated beside her, like a little shadow.

As he reached the door, Rosso suddenly stopped.

She turned around and looked at Dongyang Ping.

"Aren't you coming along?"

Dongyang Ping shook his head: "I need to cultivate my mind."

Lu Suo was stunned for a moment.

"Cultivating the mind?"

"Hmm," Dong Yangping said, "I'm not in a good state for fighting right now. I'm prone to losing control and accidentally injuring myself."

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

There, blue lightning still danced.

"Let's stabilize these situations first."

Lu Suo looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she said, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Dong Yangping laughed, a glint of lightning flashing in his eyes. "You try running it!"

Lu Suo: "————"

She turned and walked out the door, and Zhenren quickly followed.

The sound of squeaking came from the courtyard.

"Let's go find that volcano first."

"good!"

Two figures disappeared into the morning light.

In the days that followed, Dongyang Ping began a health-preserving lifestyle.

Every morning, he would practice a set of boxing moves in the yard.

It's not a violent outburst, but a slow and gentle Tai Chi.

Every move was so slow it was like a slow-motion video.

But every movement he made carried a peculiar rhythm.

It's like tuning a frequency.

Align your own frequency with that of heaven and earth.

After finishing his boxing match, he would brew a pot of tea.

I sat on the veranda and drank slowly.

Looking at the flowers in the yard, the clouds in the sky, and the occasional bird flying by.

I don't want to think about anything.

Do nothing.

It means sitting.

In the afternoon, he would go fishing by the river.

Find a quiet corner, put down your fishing rod, and sit there for an entire afternoon.

Sometimes you can catch fish, sometimes you can't.

But he didn't care; if he caught one, he released it, and if he didn't, he just kept waiting.

He was just waiting, waiting for those frantic thoughts to slowly calm down.

Wait for those out-of-control forces to gradually submit.

Wait until I can be myself again.

Unfortunately, there has been no progress in the past two days.

Tsukumo Yuki stayed by Higashi Yangping's side the whole time, without saying a word, just keeping him company.

The reason was that he didn't trust Dong Yangping to be alone, and Dong Yangping reasonably suspected that the other party had said something against his conscience.

But he didn't care; he was too busy taking care of himself to care about anything else.

Occasionally, I would bring some food, sit down next to him, and enjoy the scenery together.

She knew that Dongyang Ping needed this.

needs time.

I need quiet.

I need someone to be with me, but I don't need to talk to them.

Day .

Shen Er woke up.

Dongyangping was fishing by the river when Jiujiu Yuki ran over.

"She's awake!"

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

Then he put away his fishing rod and stood up.

"Walk."

When we returned to the courtyard, Shen'er was already sitting up.

He leaned against the headboard, his body wrapped in bandages. The new skin, pinkish, contrasted sharply with the surrounding skin.

Dong Yangping saw that his whole body was covered in burn scars, and those scars unexpectedly had a unique kind of teacherly aura.

They've also switched to the collector's edition skin!

Reversal techniques can only repair injuries, not skin discoloration.

At that time, Dong Yangping could only use bioelectricity to save Shen'er's life, and there was no time to restore his skin.

And now that his power is out of control, he doesn't dare to make a move at all. He'll probably have to endure this skin condition for quite some time.

Shen'er's eyes are very bright.

He nodded when he saw Dong Yangping come in.

Thanks.

Dong Yangping walked over and sat down beside his bed: "We don't need to talk about this. How are you feeling?"

"It's alright, just a little itchy."

"The new skin is growing, that's normal."

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

Then Shen'er spoke up: "Those two cursed spirits—"

"They escaped," Dong Yangping said. "They're not completely dead."

Shen Er frowned: "I've been fighting for so long, they should be almost done."

"More or less, but not dead," Dong Yangping said. "Cursed spirits aren't easy to kill, especially top-tier ones."

"But don't worry, I've already sent people to chase after them."

Shen Er looked at him.

"Who?"

"Lu Suo and Zhenren".

Shen Er paused for a moment: "Those two?"

"Yes." Dong Yangping nodded. "They're mine now."

Shen Er raised an eyebrow: "Are you crazy?"

Dongyang Ping smiled: "Maybe."

"But some things have to be done by someone. I can't do it all by myself."

Shen Er fell silent: "What can I do?"

Dong Yangping looked at him: "Recover from your injuries. Spend time with your wife and children. And then..."

Dong Yangping stood up.

"Once you're better, you can continue working for me."

Shen Er laughed.

That smile aggravated the wound on his face, making him grimace.

"OK."

Dongyang Ping silently placed Tian Ni Mou next to Shen Er, and the two of them tacitly refrained from mentioning the matter.

As Dong Yangping stepped out of the room, he saw Hui Zheng peering into the room from the doorway.

Upon seeing him come out, Hui immediately stood up straight.

"uncle!"

Dongyangping patted his head.

-

"Your father has woken up, go and see him."

Hui nodded vigorously and ran into the room.

"dad!"

Inside the room, the laughter of Kana and the cheers of Megumi could be heard.

Dong Yangping stood at the door and listened for a while.

Then he turned and walked into the yard.

Yuki was waiting for him in the courtyard.

"How is it?"

"That's good," Dong Yangping said. "We won't die."

He walked to the porch and sat down.

Pick up the cup of tea that you haven't finished yet and sip it slowly.

Ninety-nine Yuki sat down beside him.

"What you just said—the Lu Suo, the real person—is it really okay?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"have no idea."

"have no idea?"

"Hmm," Dong Yangping said, "but I know one thing."

"What?"

Dongyang Ping looked into the distance: "The Punishment Scheme needs a new goal, a new direction. The True Man needs someone to supervise him."

"And I need manpower."

Ninety-nine Yuki was very surprised.

"Aren't you afraid they'll turn against you?"

"I'm not afraid."

Why?

"Because—" Dong Yangping raised his hand, looking at the blue lightning dancing in his palm, "they can't beat me."

"Don't come here to see me lately. Go do what you want to do. Don't worry about me. You just need to keep getting stronger, or I'll fall behind."

Dong Yangping smiled brightly.

Looking at Dong Yangping's radiant smile, Jiujiu Yuki fell into a daze.