Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Day three.

When Gojo Satoru emerged from the depths of the white light, his sunglasses were pushed up to his forehead, and his six eyes shone exceptionally brightly in the pure white space.

He glanced around at the mountains of books, then at the empty lunchbox atop the pile. Tian Zechen stood up from behind the books, his face expressionless.

The moment Gojo Satoru walked in

He drew a knife from his waist with his left hand; it was the Heavenly Rebellion Blade.

Gojo Satoru stared at the tip of Tengoku Hoko's blade, then moved his gaze to Tenze Chen's face.

"You called me here just to show me your spoils?"

Tian Zechen took a step forward.

This step was swift; his body cut directly into the distance of Gojo Satoru's arm's length in front of him.

The Tengai Hoko pierced upwards... The tip of the blade entered from the upper right side of Gojo Satoru's chest, piercing through his uniform and embedding itself in his flesh.

The forced release technique took effect the instant the blade touched the skin, stopping the rotation without any limit. Gojo Satoru's body stumbled backward, his back slamming into the pile of books behind him.

He glanced down at his hand, which he was clutching at his chest. Blood seeped from between his fingers, trickling down and staining the front of his uniform.

"you?!"

She looked up in shock at Tian Zechen's indifferent face.

Tian Zechen has already pulled out the Heavenly Reversal Blade.

The blade was stained with blood, which shone brightly red in the pure white light.

Gojo Satoru collapsed to the ground, and Tenze Chen silently sensed the temperature in his body and the slow loss of blood.

Just as he was on the verge of losing consciousness, Tian Zechen sensed that his consciousness was beginning to blur and frowned.

I waited for two more seconds.

He placed his palm on Gojo's chest wound, and positive energy surged from his palm into the wound, causing the torn muscle tissue to begin to heal and the blood vessels to reconnect.

Snapped!

Tian Zechen slapped Gojou awake.

"Ah...~"

Gojo Satoru sat up abruptly and looked down at his chest.

The holes in the uniform were still there, as were the bloodstains, but there was nothing left on the skin.

"you……"

"Have you learned the inversion spell yet?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Tensawa Chen, his transition from rage to calm... He recalled the near-death experience of those ten seconds: the simultaneous screams of all his senses when the blade pierced him, the freezing of the curse power the instant the spell stopped, the heat of the blood gushing from the wound, and the moment his consciousness began to shrink.

Then came Tian Zechen's healing technique, which pulled his consciousness back.

"Otherwise, when do you plan to learn it by figuring it out on your own?"

Tian Zechen picked up the Tian Ni Hao and weighed it in his hand.

"Things outside aren't peaceful. From now on, we'll have to rely on you and Xiayou to handle things there."

Tenze Chen turned the hilt of his sword towards Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru scanned Tenze Chen from top to bottom, the corners of the biology notebook spread out behind him were covered with dense annotations.

He accepted the Heavenly Rebellion Blade.

Holding the knife handle in my hand, with the center of gravity slightly forward, feels a bit strange.

He looked down at the blade, then planted it in the empty space beside his feet. The blade pierced the white ground and stood there.

"how long."

"Until you learn it."

"What if I can't learn it?"

"Won't."

At this moment, Tian Zechen's smile became somewhat terrifying in Wujiao Wu's eyes.

"Start from the beginning."

Tenze Chen gripped the hilt of the Tennis Blade and pulled it out, the blade now facing Gojo Satoru again.

"Tsk~ What a self-absorbed guy..."

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and threw them onto the pile of books, his six eyes shining brightly in the pure white space.

Tian Zechen plunged the knife into his chest again.

Gojo Satoru fell to the ground again...

"He knew he wouldn't die, so the effect was poor."

Tianze Chen looked at Gojo Satoru, who was struggling on the verge of death again, and pondered silently.

Gojo Satoru's rationality is too strong. The six eyes gave him information processing ability far beyond that of ordinary people, and also gave him a protective film that can never be penetrated.

As long as one subconsciously knows that Tian Zechen will cover for them, they won't be forced into a truly desperate situation.

In the first half of the month, Gojo Satoru tried various methods.

Each time the blade pierces, it actively searches for the core of the curse power, trying to find the reverse switch in the stress response of blood loss.

Each time, he was pulled back by Tian Zechen's positive energy, got up and tried again. If he failed, he would remain silent for a while to recover, then stand up, take two steps back, and get into position to wait for the next strike.

His mental state has begun to become somewhat unstable.

I don't know how much time passed, but the lunch boxes had been piled up as high as a person.

The Heavenly Reversal Blade pierced the upper right chest, in the same spot as the first time.

Blood gushed from between his fingers, Gojo Satoru's pupils began to dilate as his consciousness narrowed, his breathing became rapid, and his body went limp.

Tian Zechen's right palm hovered above the wound, positive energy seeping into his palm, but he did not press it down.

one second.

two seconds.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes opened on the verge of losing consciousness, and his pupils began to dilate.

My first thought was why they hadn't arrived yet, but that thought was crushed by an even stronger instinct.

Every cell in my body is screaming the same thing.

I'm going to die...

I'm going to die...!

The curse power finally reversed, and positive energy poured in at that moment.

The wound healed, the blood clotted, and consciousness was brought back.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, looked down at the dried bloodstains on his palm, and then looked up at Tenze Chen.

"You did it on purpose."

He wiped his blood-stained hands on his pants and stood up.

This is the thirtieth day.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his hands.

Positive energy seeped from his fingertips, intertwining with the incantation power, drawing the positive energy back, releasing it again, and drawing it back again, at a speed several times faster, almost an instinctive reaction.

"A month's tuition is just to accompany you, a madman, as you dig holes here."

Gojou withdrew his positive energy and looked up at Tenze Chen.

"The hole is yours, so the one I stabbed is also yours."

There was silence for a moment.

Gojo spoke.

"You just said that Xia You and I will handle things outside... So how long are you planning to stay here?"

"..."

Tian Zechen did not answer. He sat back down among the pile of books and reopened the book he had not finished reading.

Gojo Satoru didn't leave immediately. He pulled the Tenseihoko sword from the ground, then sheathed it and placed it next to the pile of books.

"You can keep this knife."

"Not keeping it as a souvenir?"

"I don't use a knife. Oh... Riko has been coming to Natsuyu every day lately to learn cooking, saying that Kuroi can't teach her everything and she needs to come to Natsuyu for extra lessons."

Gojo Satoru walked a few steps away, then stopped without looking back.

"Tianze, do you really 'like peace and quiet'?"

The sound of footsteps was swallowed up by the white void.

Riko still comes every day.

I put down the bento box, which contained dishes that were completely different from those on the first day.

When Tian Zechen looked up from the booklet, she had already left. After hesitating for a moment, Tian Zechen still picked up his chopsticks.

The salt-grilled saury was replaced with teriyaki chicken legs, the pickled vegetables were replaced with cold spinach salad, and the miso soup was still there but in a larger bowl.

Riko no longer asks him if he's eaten... because the lunchbox is always empty whenever she comes to collect it.

Tian Zechen looked up from the barrier book and picked up his chopsticks.

Actually... the taste was alright...?