Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

What Lu Suo perceived was not a sound.

The skin on the back of my neck suddenly tightened, and the hairs on my neck stood on end.

He turned around much faster than he had spoken, raising his right palm at the same time. Grayish-white fluid exploded from the crack, its tendrils growing wildly as it lashed out at the silhouette.

Tian Zechen raised his left hand.

A repulsive field expanded in front of him, and the pale golden light of positive energy condensed into a barrier no more than three feet wide.

The tendrils of the transformation of nothingness collided with the repulsive field, the front end was flattened, and the grayish-white fluid decomposed on its own in the pale golden light... Without contact with the soul, the transformation of nothingness is just a shapeless dead object.

Tian Zechen looked down at the "mastermind" in front of him with a cold expression.

Raise your right hand and spread your five fingers.

The pale golden light of positive energy spread from the knuckles to the wrist bones, and the Dragon Dance was fully activated deep in the dantian. The boost, which had accumulated countless layers, traveled up the spine and flowed into the right arm.

The condensed halo in his hand emitted waves of heat that distorted the air.

Lu Suo's left hand was forming a hand seal, so fast that the knuckles of his fingers left afterimages in the air.

But before his spell could take shape, the heat wave pressed down on him, shattering the structure of his magical energy.

Tian Zechen's right hand gripped the back of his head.

The moment the palm touched the scalp, the sutures on the forehead broke first. The skin curled and charred under the burning, turning into ashes, which fell off piece by piece from the suture hole and landed on the shoulder.

The scalp rapidly turned black and cracked starting from the back of the head.

Lu Suo's hands were still raised, the grayish-white fluid in the cracks in his palms was getting out of control, and his tentacles twitched wildly in the air before drooping down.

The skull begins to soften.

Tian Zechen could feel the bone plate under his palm losing its hardness, disintegrating layer by layer from the outside in with his fingertips.

The bone plates emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds as they burned under the positive energy. The moment the skull completely collapsed, a dry, burnt smell emanated from the gaps in the bones.

That mass of matter lodged inside the skull... the brain of the Lu Suo.

Dense bubbles appear on the surface, carbonizing at a visible speed until the last wisp of ash dissipates.

Tianze loosened his hands.

Lu Suo's body was still standing.

The monk's robe slipped off his shoulders, revealing a section of charred cervical vertebrae through the collar.

He knelt down with a thud.

Quiet.

Tianyuan stood still. A few strands of her long white hair were blown by the recent heat wave. She brushed them back behind her shoulder with her fingertips, a movement that was more natural than when they last met.

"second."

Tengen finished speaking before he could finish.

"You're getting back much faster now than you did two months ago."

Tian Zechen frowned in disgust, rubbed his palm on the monk's robe, and left a light white mark on the dark fabric.

Tian Zechen rubbed his palms on the monk's robe a couple more times before straightening up.

Tianyuan was still standing in the same spot, a few strands of her white hair were ruffled by the heat wave, and she tucked them back behind her shoulder with her fingertips.

The headless torso lay in the center of the white floor, and Tian Zechen tapped the corpse with the tip of his shoe.

"What should we do with this thing?"

"You can arrange someone else later."

"You're a human being now. If I don't come for three months... can you manage on your own?"

Tianyuan looked up at him, his brows furrowing in displeasure.

"Returning to human form doesn't mean becoming a cripple. I remember more barrier techniques than you do."

"Go on. You still smell of blood."

Tian Zechen lowered his head and sniffed his cuffs, frowned, and activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.

……

There was no one in the yard.

The shadow cast by the persimmon tree canopy on the ground was longer than in the afternoon, and its edges had climbed up the steps of the corridor.

There was no light in the kitchen window, the stove was clean, but the rag draped over the faucet was still damp.

Riko has probably gone out.

Tian Zechen took off his coat and threw it into the laundry basket on the hallway floor, then went into the bathroom and turned on the tap.

The cold water rinsed my palms, which diluted the burnt smell. The fine ash remaining between my fingers flowed into the drain with the water.

I looked up at the mirror.

My dark circles are still there, but they're lighter than when I left the Hōsei Palace two months ago.

Turn off the water, brace your hands on the edge of the sink, and let water droplets drip from the tip of your nose.

Lu Suo is dead, and the cursed spirit is forever trapped under the Nine Heavens Dome Barrier. There won't be any major movements from Gojo and Natsuyu for the time being.

I picked up a towel, wiped my face, and went into the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

There was a food storage container in the freezer, with a note stuck to the lid; Riko's handwriting was crooked and messy...

Steam for ten minutes, don't be lazy and use the microwave!

A meaningful smile curved at the corners of his mouth...

……

……

Three days later, at Tokyo High School of Curses.

Gojo Satoru propped his legs up on the desk, leaned the chair back to an almost tipping angle, and slipped his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, revealing half of his unnaturally blue eyes.

He was holding a Su Nuo finger in his hand...

"Just one?" He held his finger up to his eyes, looking at it from left to right.

One is enough.

Tian Zechen sat opposite him, tapping his fingers twice on the table.

"Send the rest to the Hongxing Palace. The Tianyuan Society will handle it... Seal it in the core of the barrier and let it slowly digest as nourishment for the Nine Heavens."

"The mighty King of Curses has been reduced to a battery for the barrier."

Gojo Satoru put his fingers back into the sealed box, and the lid closed with a muffled thud.

"Isador Itadori is just a little brat, are you sure he can...?"

"It is the perfect cage that Lu Suo prepared for Su Nuo." Tian Ze Chen took the sealing box and placed it beside him.

Where is he now?

"In the dorm." Gojo Satoru straightened the chair, moved his legs off the table, and pushed his sunglasses back into place.

"Panda and Dog Roll are watching him."

"Once he has fully mastered the techniques of Sukuna, he will erase Sukuna's soul. He will essentially be carrying half of Sukuna's technique library... not counting his own innate techniques."

Tian Zechen stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was the training ground of the vocational college. Xia Youjie was standing in the center of the field, with several lower-year students lined up in front of him, their magical energy fluctuations rising and falling.

"Natsuyu has been doing well lately." Gojo Satoru stood up and walked to his side.

"He's always been a good person. You were just too arrogant before."

Tian Zechen pushed open the window, and the sounds of impacts and shouts from the training ground rushed in.

"Let's get down to business. I'm going into seclusion. The duration is uncertain; it could be a few weeks at the shortest, or it could be a year at the longest."

Gojo Satoru did not answer immediately, and fell into an unusual silence.

"As for the sorcery world, those old fogies at the top are completely useless now that you've killed Lu Suo. The General Administration sent a confidential letter a few days ago, already asking me if I have any personnel adjustment suggestions."

Tian Zechen turned around and leaned against the window frame.

"Strike while they're scared. Abolish the hereditary system of the three founding families, make nuclear standards public, and promote people based solely on battle achievements and spell power assessments, not surnames. Yuki Tsukumo once said... the proportion of spellcasters who die on missions is too high, and the root cause is not that their spell spirits are too strong, but that mission allocation is based on personal connections."

"What you're describing... requires someone to oversee and implement it. It's not something that can be resolved with a fight; it's something that needs to be worked out day by day."

Gojo Satoru looked into his eyes. "If you go into seclusion, who will take this position?"

"you."

"Ha...! You know I'm not good at this..."

"That's why I'm asking you to do it."

Tian Zechen walked from the window to his desk, picked up the sealed box, and weighed it in his hand.

After hesitating for a while, Gojo Satoru finally gave in.

"Alright, alright... I'll personally oversee his training while you're in seclusion."

Tian Zechen nodded and then left the office.

As I stepped out of the college gate, the sunlight shone on my face.

A calico cat was perched on the stone lantern stand by the entrance, licking its front paws with its eyes half-closed.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road. The rear window was rolled down, revealing Riko's face. She had her arm draped over the edge of the window and was holding a paper bag in her hand.

"I bought too many dried persimmons."

She lifted the paper bag slightly, and a faint oil stain seeped from the bottom of the bag.

Tian Zechen opened the car door and got in.

Eight persimmons were neatly arranged in the bag, each with an even layer of white frost on its surface, and each separated by oil paper.

The car started, and the Tokyo street scene outside the window slowly receded.

"You try it first."

"it is good."

A speck of white frost clung to the corner of Tian Zechen's mouth.

Riko couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like that.

Tian Zechen raised an eyebrow, leaned down slightly, and directly smeared the white frost from the corner of his lips onto her lips.

"Ugh...you!"

Riko froze, her face instantly turning red.

A faint aroma of dried persimmon lingers on the tip of the tongue.

The dried persimmons are very sweet.

As the car turned the corner, the clock tower of the college gradually shrank in the rearview mirror, eventually disappearing completely among the rows of buildings.