Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Draconian: !!

Mori Yuesha:!!!

What could Nagini do? She couldn't stop her master from sharing his little hobby with others.

Damn The Duke and the Groom...

"Let's be serious, Mage. You, your…" The middle-aged man hesitated and rubbed his fingers repeatedly, stammering: "That, that…spell."

"witchcraft."

"Whatever. I mean, immortality, is that really possible?"

The man spoke hesitantly, put down his wine glass, and leaned forward nervously: "Eternal life..."

Mori Yuesha put down the comb, inserted ten slender fingers into Draconi's soft hair, and gently rubbed the scalp of the intoxicated girl: "It can be achieved. Immortality is not invincibility. It's not that difficult."

It’s not that hard…

Well, then...

Mori Yuesha raised an eyebrow: "You want it?"

Don't be ridiculous, who doesn't want it.

"Oh, I'll print a copy for you and Miles later." She didn't care at all about how much trouble and sensation this kind of thing would cause if it was leaked. Anyway, those who got the method would definitely do their best to cover up the secret. "This witchcraft is indeed very interesting. However, the human body is also very fragile. If you are walking and walking, and accidentally get run over by a truck, you're done for."

…That was too careless.

"Things are unpredictable. You never know what will happen tomorrow. For example, when you are walking down the street, you see a pretty little girl... It just so happens that the pretty little girl also likes the pretty me—"

Nagini: "Mori Tsukisa."

"Hehe... I was just kidding."

"I suppose Miss Malfoy has her own hands, so she doesn't need you to dry-clean her precious head in the living room."

Draconian turned her head and glared at Nagini fiercely. "Do you know that you have no rules, maid?"

"I am not your maid, Miss Malfoy."

"I guess you haven't enjoyed Mori Tsukisa's 'service' either. What a shame, it was quite comfortable."

Nagini looked at the dragon lady who was grinning at her with pity, her eyes flashing with sarcasm: "It's a pity, I've enjoyed it so many times that I can't even count it." She even deliberately emphasized the word "enjoy".

Hermione didn't say anything, but the two men present instantly exchanged a 'wow' look.

The sound of keyboard tapping disappeared.

Cobb: 'I seem to have heard a shocking secret.'

Arthur: 'The world is still a good place, isn't it.'

Because these girls are so beautiful.

After a few days, their curiosity about the supernatural power of "magic" had long been exhausted. Now, the two gentlemen stick to Nagini or Mori Yuesha almost every day, hoping to learn more...

This is a heart-stirring plot.

"I'm now convinced that if Jack were twenty years older, he would be like you, Mr. Cobb." Mori Tsukisa patted the top of Draconi's head and stood up from the chair. "You're just a little fatter and more gossipy... well, not really. Jack was extremely curious about Arrietty back then. Lose some weight, or you'll get a fish bone stuck in your throat."

Cobb rubbed his stomach nonchalantly and said, "Don't be ridiculous. What can I eat to get a fish bone stuck in my throat?"

Mori Yuesha looked weird: ???

"What do you think you could eat to get a fish bone stuck in your throat...?"

Chapter 191 Exchange

Even if the mind possesses divinity, mortals remain mortals.

The meaning of the so-called god is unique. A great, wise saint who is worshipped by all beings thousands of years later, whose thoughts have become the distant shining stars in the sky above the human head - even if his name is canonized, his ideas will be passed down forever, and his fragile body seems to contain wisdom that is enough to move mountains and fill the sea...

He is still a mortal.

At best, a great mortal who cannot be forgotten.

And a bored, dirty, despicable creature ignited the divine fire or held the immortality in his hand - no matter where in the multiverse, no matter what kind of system it is, no matter how disgusting and shameful it is...

That is also a god.

Yes, the explanation of "power" in the multiverse is so monotonous, clearly defined and inhumane. Gods or immortals would rather use "great" to describe the opponent they defeated than to easily use the phrase "it is a being with extraordinary power".

Creatures that are high enough are extremely cautious in using this term.

Therefore, even if Mr. Jigsaw's mind is dressed in the clothes of the 'Judge' - let's not talk about whether the height he thinks he is is really that high.

There is no doubt that his body is still mortal.

He couldn't overcome the Hayflick limit, and he certainly couldn't resist the attraction of the extraordinary.

He was not only worried about his life which was approaching its twilight, but also about his own body which was about to decay, like dust exposed to a hurricane.

Advanced cancer.

Less than a few months to live.

A chance to change your body and live forever.

He didn't care what the mysterious witch meant by "playing a game". The old man only knew that he had to seize this opportunity.

A long lifespan will allow him to have more trials.

He did so, using the complicated and demanding spell.

He has top intelligence.

He succeeded.

In the ward on the weekend, no, it was not a hospital to be specific - Jigsaw built a "temporary medical room" in his own factory with a separate room. Here, he "exchanged" his body with a 23-year-old white boy.

An exchange that is agreed to unilaterally.

This poor and stupid boy had raped three underage girls, so he should have died wailing in the molten iron after being "judged" by Jigsaw.

But...

He now has a new soul.

“I feel so empowered…”

The blond, blue-eyed muscular body still looked a little weak. The first time Jigsaw used this kind of witchcraft, it took him nearly ten days to successfully convince the original owner of the body that "witchcraft exists" - to let him use brick powder to block the enemy and drive the straw puppet to cast a curse.

Under the old man's exquisite manipulation, he thought he had used the witchcraft he had learned and the hidden and undetectable curse to "kill" a group of people who were kidnapped at the same time as him. After passing many tests and pushing open the last door...

He saw the old Jigsaw and a mirror that was rapidly approaching him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the body of an old man who had been used to the point of being almost scrapped - on the hospital bed next to his original body, his body was tied up in restraints, his wrists and ankles were tied to the iron bed frame, and his brain ached, as if there was a drill drilling inside it, making a non-stop hissing sound.

Unbearable pain.

An old and weak body.

Even the airflow that could be taken into the lungs was halved and halved again. He turned his head in confusion and looked at his body on the bed on the left. For a moment, he didn't understand what was happening...

Until 'his own body' sat up quietly and told him bit by bit what had happened in the past ten days: the process, the purpose, and the result.

"You really should learn how to respect other people's lives, Mr. Allen."

Alan was watching his body talking to him, and the scene was really weird.

"I wanted to adjust your 'test' to the highest setting, but... now, I want to thank you. Because of you, I was able to extend the trial time - more people who do not respect life will be judged by God, and they will eventually learn how to respect the hard-earned life because of your dedication today..."

The old man - now the young man. Alan's body, Jigsaw's soul.

He fiddled with extremely young fingers, ten souls, thick, powerful forearms, bulging muscles, and a new and energetic heart. Even a soul that has seen through the world is not immune to this - at this moment, something that had long since died is reborn in the heart.

hope.

Hope of life.

Cancer is gone, replaced by a healthy body. He still has at least 40 to 50 years to live...

Fantastic!

"I must say that I have to offer my highest degree of gratitude." The young body spoke words that were extremely mature. His face was young, but his blue eyes looked a little old. Jigsaw sat on the bed, bending down as much as he could towards Mori Yuesha at the other end of the ward.

"Thank you...mysterious witch." He said, and turned his attention to Cobb and Arthur who came with Mori Yuesha. Jigsaw didn't care about the other party's hateful and vigilant eyes, and smiled faintly: "What you did before hurt too many people. Cobb, Mr. Arthur. For the sake of the witch, I might..."

He shook his wrists left and right, saying meaningfully, "But if you continue this despicable behavior that lacks respect for life, and use such shameless means of playing with other people's minds and prying into their secrets, judgment will come to you again sooner or later."

Who is playing with thoughts?

Cobb opened his mouth, but swallowed his words back the instant he wanted to change his mind.

He didn't say anything.

Because the man remembered Nagini's "warning" during this period of time: Gentlemen, you'd better not get involved in the master's affairs. Unless... you have the immunity from death like her.

As she spoke, the maid pouted gently at the platinum-haired Peacock Lady who was staring at the variety show on TV and laughing foolishly.

Unless, otherwise.

Cobb's greatest strength after so many years is his ability to judge the situation.

He raised his hand to stop his impulsive behavior and shook his head gently at him. Then, he pulled Arthur away from the bed.

Mori Yuesha came over.

"How's it going, Mr. Jigsaw?"

"I feel good."

"Really."

Mori Yuesha blinked: "You despise the law, despise pain, ignore morality and humanity - in the final analysis, it's because you have lost hope. Late-stage cancer is even more terrifying than the enemy's late-stage AD. Oh my god~"

She stood in front of the bed with her hands folded and a smile on her face.

"What about now?"

The elf-like girl smiled sweetly as she watched the young body gradually become silent.

…indeed.

No matter how many times I have planned, there is always a voice in my heart saying:

Three months.

Five months.

You're dead, old man.

Why not use the remaining time to do something that gods should do?

Laws, police, ethics, morals... none of these will kill you before cancer, and none of these will cause you more pain than cancer.

Thus, the Jigsaw Killer was born.

Chapter 192 Miss Malfoy again...

So what now?

Have a healthy body, a long life - even, a clean background.

Mr. Jigsaw, have you cultivated your hope?

of course.

Jigsaw smiled: "But I will not stop judging, witch." He tapped his temple: "My soul has not changed, my thoughts have not changed. I still hope to teach those who don't know how to cherish."

Yeah yeah.

However, this game...

You didn't make it, Mr. Jigsaw.