The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

The VIP lounge on the top floor of the hospital.

The soundproofing here is excellent, and the windows offer a panoramic view of Tokyo Bay.

Dongyang Ping closed the door and turned to look at Shen Er.

Let's start from the beginning.

"What exactly is the world of sorcery? Spell power, spells, spell spirits, spell tools... all these are fundamental concepts."

Although Dongyang Ping had some knowledge of these things, they were memories from his previous life, so he couldn't guarantee 100% accuracy.

Shen Er sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water.

"Curse power is negative energy that originates from negative human emotions."

Shen Er began to speak, his tone as flat as if he were giving a weather forecast.

"Fear, anger, hatred, anxiety... all negative emotions generate curse power. Ordinary people cannot control this curse power, so it leaks out, gathers together, and forms 'cursed spirits'."

Dong Yangping listened attentively.

"Cursed spirits feed on negative human emotions and will also attack humans. Weak cursed spirits may only cause nightmares or make people feel unwell; powerful cursed spirits can easily slaughter an entire city."

Shen Er took a sip of water and continued, "And sorcerers are those who can control their own magical power and use it to drive 'spells' in battle. Spells are inherited through bloodlines, and everyone's spells are different, some strong and some weak."

"What about the three starter families?" Higashiyohei asked.

Shen Er wasn't surprised; Dong Yangping must have done his research.

"The three oldest and most powerful families in the world of jutsu—the Gojo family, the Zenin family, and the Kamo family."

When Shen Er mentioned the word "Zen Temple," his tone turned noticeably colder: "They monopolize the most powerful spells, control the 'Spell Control Department,' the power institution in the world of spellcasting, and also run the 'Spellcasting Higher Specialized School,' which trains young spellcasters."

Dong Yangping quickly organized this information in his mind.

"And what about you? What exactly are Heaven and Curse?"

Shen Er remained silent for a moment.

"Heaven and curse... are a kind of innate 'binding'."

"In the world of sorcery, there is a principle of 'equivalent exchange.' From birth, the heavens and the cursed are forcibly bound by a contract with the world—exchanging one thing for the ultimate enhancement of another."

Shen Er pointed to himself: "I traded 'complete loss of magical power' for 'extreme physical strength.' So I have zero magical power, but my body is strong enough to tear apart a level one magical spirit with my bare hands."

Dong Yangping nodded: "Then you should be able to see the cursed spirits. Why can't I see them?"

"Because you are not bound by heaven or curse."

Shen Er stared at Dong Yangping: "Although the Heavenly Binders have zero curse power, the 'binding' itself grants us the ability to see cursed spirits. This is so that we can fight against cursed spirits. And you…"

He paused, his tone tinged with confusion: "You are truly 'nothingness.' You don't generate magical power, you don't attract magical spirits, and you can't see magical spirits. Theoretically, this kind of constitution shouldn't exist, but you are right here."

Dongyang Ping seemed to be deep in thought.

It seems my situation is indeed special—has the soul of a transmigrator undergone some kind of mutation with the rules of this world?

"Where are the magical artifacts?"

"A cursed tool is a special device infused with cursed power."

Shen Er said, "They are divided into different levels, from level four to special level. Cursed artifacts allow people without spells to fight against cursed spirits, and some special level cursed artifacts even have the special ability to turn the tide of battle."

"Are you interested in cursed artifacts?"

Dongyang Ping readily admitted, "Of course. Since I have no magical power and can't learn spells, magical tools are the best choice if I want to survive in your world."

"That's true..." Shen Er knew very well that spell tools were indispensable for people like them, and he had been collecting spell tools.

Shen Er looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "You've thought it through quite well. But spell tools are very expensive, especially high-end ones, which can often fetch astronomical prices on the black market."

Money is not a problem.

Dong Yangping said, "The problem is the distribution channel. Do you know where I can get magical artifacts?"

"black market."

Shen Er answered succinctly: "There are underground magic markets in Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka. But you need connections, and... magic tools aren't something you can just buy with money. Many magic tools are collected by large families and never appear on the market."

Shendun paused, then said meaningfully, "For example, a Zen monastery has a treasure trove containing hundreds of ritual implements."

Dong Yangping's eyes lit up: "You have a way to get in?"

"Yes, but the risk is huge. Although those guys don't take it seriously, they won't let me take it for free."

Shen Er said, "And I don't want to go back to that place right now. But..."

Shen'er thought for a moment: "If you really want cursed tools, I can introduce you to a few black market dealers. But you must remember—in the world of sorcery, flaunting wealth is tantamount to suicide. Without sufficient strength to protect yourself, possessing even the best cursed tools is just giving equipment to others."

"I see."

Dong Yangping nodded: "That's why I need intelligence, I need to understand the rules of this world."

For the next two hours, Shen systematically explained the basic structure of the sorcery world:

The ranking of sorcerers (from level 4 to special level).

The ranking of cursed spirits (from level four to special level).

The structure and functions of the Spellcasting Supervision Department;

The teaching system of the advanced sorcery college;

The unique characteristics of each of the three founding families' techniques and their respective spheres of influence;

And most importantly—the ironclad rules of the sorcery world:

The procedure must not be used on ordinary people;

The existence of the world of sorcery must not be disclosed without authorization;

Private duels between sorcerers must be kept within the "tent" to prevent them from being seen by ordinary people...

Although Dongyang Ping already knew all this information, he still raised questions.

As for why I say that, that's the art of dialogue.

"account?"

"A kind of barrier technique."

Shen Er explained, "It can create a barrier within a certain range that ordinary people cannot enter, nor can they see inside from the outside. Sorcerers can fight inside without affecting the real world."

He pointed out the window: "If we had used the 'tent' last night, the park wouldn't have been destroyed like that, and the police wouldn't have been called in."

Dongyang Ping suddenly realized.

No wonder that in the original work, those earth-shattering battles rarely caused unrest in ordinary society.

"The last two questions."

Dong Yangping raised a finger: "First, are there any precedents in the world of sorcery where 'ordinary people acquire sorcery power through learning'?"

Shen Er shook his head: "No. Spell power is innate, while spell techniques are inherited through bloodline. Ordinary people can never become spellcasters; that's an ironclad rule."

Dong Yangping's heart sank, but he remained outwardly calm.

Dongyang Ping knew very well that one could obtain magical power by consuming magical objects, such as the Tiger Staff.

However, it is not a special container; the risks are too great.

"second,"

Dong Yangping continued, "If I want to systematically learn about the world of sorcery—besides asking you, what other channels are there?"

Shen Er remained silent for a long time.

There is a place.

"Old Book Street"

"In Jimbocho, Tokyo, there is a street that specializes in selling old books and rare books. There is a shop called 'Zangbunken' that ostensibly sells old books on folklore and religious history, but in reality... it sells documents and materials related to the world of sorcery."

Shen Er looked at Dong Yangping: "But the shop owner is strange; you can't just buy things with money. You need to pass his 'test'."

"What test?"

"I don't know, everyone's test is different."

Shen said, "I went there once. He wanted to test my fighting ability, but I refused. But that shop does have real stuff—I saw him sell a rare book that recorded ancient spell formations. The buyer was a member of the Kamo family."

Dong Yangping remembered this name firmly.

"Zangbunken... Jimbocho..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Dr. Matsumoto entered the room and said, "Ms. Kana's room has been arranged, and the preliminary treatment plan has been finalized. Now we need a family member's signature."

Shen Er immediately got up.

Dong Yangping also stood up and said to Shen Er, "Go and keep Madam company. Don't worry about the treatment; I'll take care of all the expenses."

Shen Er gave Dong Yangping a deep look, nodded, and left with the doctor.

Higashi Heihei stood alone by the window, looking down at the street scene of Tokyo.

In my mind, the information I had just received was being rapidly integrated and analyzed.

The world of sorcery, sorcery power, spells, sorcery spirits, sorcery tools, the three great families, sorcery academies, the black market, Tibetan scripture hall...

Dong Yangping's position is very delicate—an "anomaly" who has no magical power but possesses a body that surpasses both the heavens and the curse.

"Unable to gain magical power..."

"Although that's not necessarily true..."

Dong Yangping clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying power hidden within his muscles.

"Then temper your body to its limit, and then equip it with the best cursed tools."

A determined glint flashed in his eyes.

"What Heaven and the tyrant can do, I will do better than him."

The sun shines brightly over Tokyo Bay outside the window.

But in the shadows where the sunlight doesn't reach, another world is quietly unfolding.

……

Dong Yangping stood at the entrance of the port hospital, watching the black sedan carrying Shen Er return to Saitama Prefecture.

Xiang Naihui needs to be hospitalized for three days for observation and undergo a series of in-depth examinations before a final treatment plan can be determined.

Shen Er insisted on going home to retrieve some of his wife's personal belongings and a change of clothes, and the hospital arranged for a professional caregiver to look after her temporarily.

After the car drove away, Dong Yangping checked his watch—it was 2 p.m.

It's still early.

He turned and walked towards the hospital parking lot, where a silver-gray sports car was parked—his family's vehicle for transportation.

"To Jimbocho," Higashiyohei said to the driver.

Jimbocho is a famous used book district in Tokyo.

The streets are lined with old bookstores of all sizes, and the air is filled with the musty smell of paper and ink.

People dressed simply strolled among the bookshelves, and the occasional rustling of pages turning could be heard.

Following the address given by Shen Er, Dong Yangping found the shop called "Zangwenxuan" deep in a secluded alley.

The storefront is small, and the lettering on the wooden signboard is already somewhat faded.

The shop window displays several yellowed thread-bound books, next to which are some objects that look like folk handicrafts—terracotta figurines, wood carvings, and rusty bronze mirrors.

As I pushed open the shop door, the doorbell rang crisply.

The store appears more spacious inside than outside, but it is dimly lit.

Rows of towering bookshelves almost reach the ceiling, piled high with all sorts of ancient books.

The air smelled strongly of dust, mixed with a peculiar spice aroma.

"welcome."

An old voice came from behind the counter.

Dongyangping looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man sitting there wearing a dark blue kimono.

The old man looked to be in his seventies, with gray hair, wearing round-framed glasses, and holding a thick book in his hand.

But Dong Yangping's attention was immediately drawn to another person next to the old man.

It was a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a black school uniform, squatting on the ground sorting through a pile of old books.

The boy had short, blond hair with slightly upturned ends, and his profile was clean and sharp.

What was most striking about him were his eyes—a very pale yellowish-green, like the surface of a frozen lake under the winter sunset.

"Nanami?"

The old man looked up at the boy and asked, "Have you finished compiling those records of Edo-period folklore?"

"Only three boxes left."

The boy answered in a steady voice, without the childishness expected of someone his age: "I expect to finish this afternoon."

The old man nodded, then turned his gaze to Dong Yangping: "What book would you like to find, sir?"

Dong Yangping approached the counter and scanned the store with his eyes.

Instead of answering the old man's question directly, he said, "I heard from a friend that you have some... special collections here."

The old man's eyes flickered slightly.

He put down the book in his hand, took off his glasses, and carefully wiped them with a soft cloth.

"Special books require special guests," the old man said slowly. "May I ask which friend recommended this guest?"

"The Zen temple is like this," Dongyangping announced.

The store suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The boy squatting on the ground stopped what he was doing. Although he didn't look up, Dong Yangping could feel that his attention had been focused.

The old man put his glasses back on and looked Dong Yangping up and down.

"Shen'er-kun...indeed, he came."

The old man's tone was emotionless: "So, guest, what would you like?"

"Knowledge."

Dong Yangping went straight to the point: "Everything about the world of sorcery—history, classification of spells, characteristics of cursed spirits, crafting of cursed tools, basics of barrier magic…everything that can help me understand that world."

He spoke frankly, without hiding his ignorance.

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Young man, although I don't know how you got my information from that person, you are not a sorcerer!"

He wasn't asking a question, but rather a statement: "Why would someone like you want to know about the world of sorcery?"

"It is precisely because we lack knowledge that we need to understand it," Dong Yangping said. "Ignorance is the most dangerous thing."

The old man nodded without saying anything more.

He stood up and walked out from behind the counter.

He appeared taller and more imposing than when he was sitting, and his gait was steady; he didn't look like a man in his seventies at all.

"I am the owner of this shop. You can call me Wenzang."

"That's my assistant, Nanami Kento."

The boy who had been squatting on the ground finally stood up and nodded slightly to Dong Yangping.

Dongyang Ping's heart stirred.

He remembered the name Nanami Kento.

Nana Ming!