My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

There are hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and even hundreds of millions... But Gojo Satoru has already guessed that there are probably all of humanity in the world here.

This is what the world is really like.

Everything that happened before was fake. There was no such thing as Tianyuan, no such thing as the Prison Gate Seal... It was all fake... All of humanity was wiped out from the very beginning, with no one surviving.

Gojo Satoru tried to break the bubble, but found that he had no magical power in his body. Then, his vision flashed and the girl who looked like a nightmare appeared in front of him.

She was still with the human child, but the girl was a bit older than he remembered, seemingly a year older.

Little Hui floated beside her mother, happily eating a fried chicken leg in her hand. Upon seeing Gojo Satoru, she excitedly exclaimed with her greasy little mouth, "It's that handsome big brother!"

Hui noticed that among the seven billion samples, one had awakened, so she decided to eliminate this "anomaly" and that's why she appeared here.

Since failing to extract "love" from collective negative emotions last time, Hui came up with a new method from Gojo Satoru's domain.

That is to create a world of consciousness for each human being.

In the world of consciousness, in order to ensure a single variable, apart from that person himself, everyone else is a virtual personality created by Hui after analyzing over seven billion people.

Although they are virtual personalities, their behavior and thoughts are almost identical to those of the real person.

Then, Hui observed the entire life of every human being, recorded this data, and used it as the basis for analyzing "love".

Furthermore, the flow of consciousness can be accelerated; a hundred years in the normal world can be completed in just a few seconds in the world of consciousness.

After each human dies in the world of consciousness, their memories are wiped clean, and they are reborn, in an eternal cycle, until Wisdom fulfills its purpose.

This is why Gojo Satoru always felt very strange, because he had experienced similar scenarios trillions of times.

Even so, it was because his limitless techniques gave him superhuman perception that he was able to detect the anomaly.

Other humans are still unaware that they live in a constructed world of consciousness.

Gojo Satoru has completely lost his fighting spirit.

Finally understanding everything, he fell into deep despair.

His consciousness began to blur again, and he was about to sink into despair once more.

Finally, fighting off the dizziness in his head, he asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Why did you spare the child beside you?"

Perhaps as a reward for being able to awaken from the infinite loop she had created, Hui explained, "She is my daughter."

"Daughter? But she is clearly human."

"The human aura she exudes comes from her father."

Gojo Satoru was shocked. This was the first time he had ever heard of a cursed spirit being able to have a child, especially a child with a human. No, this person in front of him could no longer be described as a cursed spirit. This power, this strength, she was a god.

But what should really surprise us is that human—how did he manage to get her to have his child?

force?

impossible.

cheat?

Probably!

Setting aside her immense power to change the world with a single thought, she and her children resembled a widow and orphan abandoned by a man in a melodramatic TV series.

No wonder she said that human child was her daughter?

No wonder she kept asking, "What is love?"

So, the world was destroyed because of a scumbag?

Gojo Satoru thinks this world is truly ridiculous!

Is this ridiculously absurd?

Their persistence, their fight, were all for cleaning up the mess left by a scumbag?

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and forcing himself to muster his last bit of strength, he asked, unwilling to give up:

"You just want to know what love is?"

"Hmm." Hui's voice remained as cold as ever.

"You don't know what love is, so why would you be willing to have a child with a human?"

"I used to know, but now... I've forgotten."

"..." Gojo Satoru looked bewildered. "Then... what happened after you found out?"

"Leave this world."

"These humans?"

"I have no intention of killing. The world will return to its original state, and no one will retain any memory."

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru felt a sense of relief for some reason.

He already knew that although the true god before him had no human emotions, he would never lie.

Then, he fell asleep peacefully, ready to experience a new life once again...

Chapter 489 The Kingdom of Altona

The streets were muddy, the air was filled with the smell of decay, the sky had turned black, and heavy, rolling clouds pressed down, shrouding the entire city in gloom.

This is a vast city similar to medieval Europe, surrounded by high walls, and divided into a central district where nobles reside and an outer district.

The outer city area is ten times the size of the central city, but its prosperity is less than one ten-thousandth of that of the central city.

The narrow streets had no paved dirt surfaces; only in markets or squares were there small sections of cobblestone pavement. The corners were piled with dust and filth, and the streets reeked of foul odors.

The houses are generally single-story stone houses, close together, built with large paving stones of various sizes and shapes, simply piled together. These houses are cold in winter and hot in summer, and the walls, weathered by time, have become smooth and dark black.

At this moment, on one of the narrow streets, pedestrians hurried along, and judging from the sky, it was undoubtedly going to be a torrential downpour.

However, as pedestrians passed through the narrow alleyway between two two-story buildings, curses erupted from all sides:

"Ugh, it stinks!"

"These clothes...they must be from the poor."

"Which immoral bastard dumped the corpse of a poor person here?"

"Ugh, the air smells awful. Ugh, it's going to rain soon, let's get out of here!"

……

The object of people's disgust was a thin boy lying in the corner of the alley.

The boy was wearing a tattered burlap outfit, and his messy hair looked like a bird's nest, as if it hadn't been cut for over a decade, covering most of his face.

Most importantly, there were obvious bloodstains on the back of the boy's head. Large patches of blood had dried and turned into black solids, sticking the surrounding hair together, which was the source of the stench.

It's no wonder that passersby mistook the boy for a corpse.

However, what these people didn't know was that this seemingly dead boy was experiencing a storm of memories in his mind.

The vast memories of his past life flooded in like a torrent, instantly overwhelming his brain; it felt as if a million needles were pricking his head.

Furthermore, the memory of a girl as beautiful as an angel reappears, and every moment spent with that stunning girl seems to be deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

The intense pain caused his body to curl up into a ball, his hands clenched so tightly that even when his nails dug into his flesh, they did not loosen.

Finally, the memories have fully returned.

The boy, or rather Kouta… twitched his eyelids a few times, and then slowly opened his dark eyes.

He looked exactly the same as in his previous life, with black hair and black eyes, only a year or two younger, appearing to be sixteen years old.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...!

Rain began to fall from the sky, and the rain grew heavier and heavier, quickly gathering into muddy water in the small puddles scattered across the ground.

Kōta stared blankly at the unfamiliar scene before him, oblivious to the rain pelting his body.

"Where...am I?"

Kouta looked at the dimly lit street in front of him. The walls of the houses around him were made of irregularly cut stones, not modern bricks, and there wasn't even any cement on them. They were just exposed and dry.

The ground was wet from the rain, which mixed with the original black filth, turning into a thick, dark liquid that stuck to the feet of pedestrians and was everywhere.

Not far from Kouta's door was a small fruit shop. Outside the shop, a piece of dark yellow cloth was haphazardly propped up by a few yellowed bamboo poles as a canopy. Due to years of use, the cloth was covered with repair marks. Rainwater hit the cloth, creating small pits, and the rainwater from the pits dripped down the edge of the cloth canopy onto the steps at the door.

The pedestrians around them were almost all dressed in gray clothes, without a single bright color, making them look like primitive people.

These primitive people would occasionally look at him with disdain, and when they passed by him, they would keep their distance.

Kouta looked down at himself in confusion, then froze.

He swore he had never seen such a slovenly person!

Suddenly, he raised his sleeve and smelled it.

vomit!

There was a smell of spoiled food.

He was beginning to understand why these people had distanced themselves from him.

"Where is this place?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Kidnapping?"

"No, the memories are starting to come flooding back..."

His original personality began to take over the memories of the past six months, and he thus learned what had happened during those six months.

About six months ago.

He had lost all his previous memories and didn't know how or how he came to be in this world.

His last memory was of leaping into the sky, then his consciousness went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in a strange, alien world.

That's right.

This is another world!

A real world!