A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

"Hi. Long time no see."

"..."

As soon as he parted with the middleman, Fushiguro Shier was blocked.

He looked at the person who should have been dead in front of him, and was silent for a while, his face full of disbelief.

"Is it true?"

"Of course it's true, and he's still very energetic."

Gojo Satoru responded with a smile.

That's right, Gojo Satoru, who should have been dead, was standing in front of Fushiguro Shier intact at this moment.

If it weren't for the blood-stained and tattered clothes on his body, perhaps even Fushiguro Shier, who did it, would have mistakenly thought that nothing had happened.

"Is it a reversal technique?"

Looking at Gojo Satoru showing his wound, the wound had healed, but shallow marks could still be seen. Fushiguro Shier asked in surprise.

"Correct answer." Gojo Satoru grinned, as if his head had also been damaged by Fushiguro Shier, so his mind was a little abnormal and he looked a little crazy.

"When you pierced my throat, I stopped fighting back and focused all my nerves on the reversal technique. Curse power is a negative force that can strengthen the body but cannot regenerate it. So we need to multiply the same negative forces, and a negative times a negative equals a positive. This is the reversal technique."

"That's easy to say." Fushiguro Shiori curled his lips slightly as he listened to Gojo Satoru's explanation. He wondered why this guy suddenly started to chatter nonstop.

"I'm so excited." Gojo Satoru smiled, "This is the first time I've done it. The only guy around who can use it doesn't understand a word he says."

"First it's 'scare', then 'whoosh', and then 'swoosh whoosh'... Don't understand? Oh, you lack inspiration."

"However, I finally mastered the core of the cursed power at the moment of life and death!!"

Gojo Satoru looked at the man in front of him with contempt and sneered, "The reason for your defeat is that you didn't cut off my brain and didn't use that cursed tool to stab my head."

"...The reason for defeat?"

Fushiguro Shiro grinned at the words and reached out to pull the cursed tool out of the mouth of the cursed spirit wrapped around his body.

"The battle has just begun, right?"

His tone was full of confidence, as if he didn't think he would definitely lose to Gojo Satoru in front of him.

"Ah——?"

Gojo Satoru looked up at the sky and laughed wildly.

"Really? That's right, maybe it's just as you said!!"

Fuguro Shier didn't continue to talk nonsense, and took advantage of the gap when Gojo Satoru looked up to rush over and cut through.

However, his attack naturally missed.

Gojo Satoru was seen floating in the air, rotating his body to avoid the slash, and then showing a look of neither joy nor sorrow, staring at the man in front of him like a god, and raised his finger.

The positive power generated by the reversal technique was infused into the unlimited technique that had already been firmly engraved in his body.

"Technique reversal·He."

Bang——

There was only a deafening roar.

"Puff——"

When Fuguro Shier came to his senses, he had already smashed into the wall in the distance, spitting blood.

Looking at the figure floating in the sky and laughing wildly, he couldn't help but sigh: "Monster."

The crackling sound of bones rang out on Fuguro Shier's body.

He stood up and checked his injuries.

No fractures.

The shock wave just now? Is it the unlimited curse reversal technique ‘He’...?

He guessed secretly in his heart.

“Stop force”, this is a neutral unlimited curse.

“Attract force”, the enhanced unlimited curse ‘Cang’.

And “rebound force”, the technique reversal ‘He’.

If this is all the so-called unlimited technique.

Then…

Thinking of this, Fushiguro Shier slightly raised his mouth and showed a confident smile.

“No problem.”

Needless to say, the stop force can be dealt with in the old way.

The attraction force can be offset by the sakakiboki that can attack from a distance, or it can be torn apart by my leg power.

As for the rebound force, as long as the right time is grasped, the sakakiboki can be used as a shield for defense.

This is the perfect plan that Fushiguro Shier thought of.

But for some reason, he always felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Looking at the man who seemed to be floating freely in outer space, Fushiguro Shiji hesitated for a while.

I don't know where this sense of disharmony comes from.

Finally, he smiled.

"Forget it, this is good."

As he said that, he waved the chain in his hand and grinned, waving the Sakaboko that could be used for long-range attacks.

"Kill you."

On the other side.

Gojo Satoru's attention was not on Fushiguro Shiji at all.

He just felt a little sorry.

"Sorry, Tenten. I am not angry for you now, and I don't hate anyone."

"I just feel that this world makes me feel very comfortable now."

"Heaven and earth."

"I am the only one."

Grinning, he looked down from above, as if the gods were punishing mortals and launched a spell towards Fushiguro Shiji.

"When it comes to the advantages of techniques that are passed down from generation to generation, it is the thorough interpretation and experience of the techniques accumulated by the predecessors.

The disadvantage is that the information of the techniques is easily leaked.

You are from one of the three major families... the Zenin family, right?

You should have been familiar with the "Cang" and "He" spells that have no lower limits.

But...

Even in my Gojo family, only a handful of people know this trick.

Sequential rotation and reversal cause various infinities to collide, thereby causing the imaginary mass to pour out.

Virtual style·興. "

At this moment, Fuhei Shi'er was stunned on the spot.

A sense of dissonance.

He finally understood where this sense of dissonance came from.

"'If I don't get paid, I won't do it.' Normally I would say that, then grease my feet and run away. However, what I see in front of me is the user of the unlimited spell who has awakened. I am afraid that he has become The most powerful magician in modern times. Faced with this man who represents the pinnacle of my Zen master and the entire magic world, I have the idea of ​​denying him and making him surrender at my feet."

“I went against my norm in order to affirm myself.”

"At that point, I had already lost."

When he came back to his senses, half of Fuheisher's body had been wiped away by the terrifying power. Also missing was part of the building behind him, as if it had been swallowed by some kind of spherical thing as it passed by. The cuts were flush, leaving no room for resistance.

"Didn't I lose my self-esteem a long time ago? I no longer respect myself and others. Isn't this the way I chose to survive?"

Fuheishier was still standing and sighed.

"Finally, do you have any last words you want to leave?" Gojo Satoru approached calmly and asked calmly.

"……No."

Fuheishier originally wanted to answer this way.

But after thinking about it, the shadow of a mother and daughter flashed in my mind.

"In two or three years, my son will be sold to the Chanyuan family. It's up to you to do whatever you want."

As he spoke, he stopped breathing.

············

When Xia Youjie arrived, he pushed aside the crowd and saw only Wujou Satoru surrounded by members of the Baipanxing Sect.

Gojo Satoru was currently holding the body of Riko Tenuchi that he had snatched back.

The surrounding congregants had smiles on their faces, and seemed to not see the blood on his body, nor were they afraid of the corpse.

They were just clapping.

Applaud Tenuchi Riko's death, and celebrate Tengen-sama for not assimilating with him.

"So slow, Jay."

Gojo Satoru noticed Xia Youjie's arrival and said calmly, "No, I should say you came quickly. After all, there are too many Panxing Sect facilities inside here."

"..."

Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him in surprise.

"Satoru, is that you?"

He always felt that the man in front of him was different from before.

"what happened……!?"

"Have you seen Glass?" Gojo Satoru did not answer, but asked calmly.

"Well, I'm fine. I've asked her to treat me." Xia Youjie replied, but soon his face turned ugly. He looked at the body of Tenuchi Riko, "No, even if I'm fine, it's It doesn’t help.”

"I messed everything up, it has nothing to do with you." Gojo Satoru said calmly.

"...Go back." Xia Youjie was silent for a moment and then suggested.

"Jay."

Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "Shall we kill all these guys?"

There was neither joy nor sorrow when he spoke.

"I shouldn't feel anything right now."

"Forget it, there's no point."

Xia Youjie shook his head slightly.

He was also angry at these scum, but he also knew that doing so would have no practical meaning other than causing trouble for them.

"It seems that all the people here are ordinary believers. The main culprit who knows about our magic world should have escaped. Unlike the bounty, they can't evade the relationship in the current situation. In addition, it is a problem in itself. The group will be disbanded soon.”

"It's meaningless. Is it so necessary to save that thing?"

Gojo Satoru asked expressionlessly.

At this moment, he felt that as long as he felt comfortable, he would be fine.

If he kills these guys, he will feel very happy.

"That is a very important thing, especially for us magicians." Xia Youjie said seriously.

············

One year later.

August 2007.

"Get ready to start."

In the training ground of the high school, Ierui Glass and Xia Youjie each held an eraser and the other a pen, and threw them in the direction of Gojo Satoru.

As a result, the pen tip stopped in mid-air in front of him, and the eraser hit his head and bounced away.

"Well, it works well."

Gojo Satoru smiled and grabbed the eraser that popped open, and his colleague also took off the pen.

"Eh? What the hell just happened!?"

Ieiri Glass felt a little confused about this result.

Logically speaking, if Gojo Satoru activated the technique, the pen should not be the only thing standing in mid-air.

But the rubber hit him accurately.

"Automatic selection of spell objects?"

Xia Youjie seemed to see some clues and asked uncertainly.

"good."

Gojo Satoru explained with a smile.

"I have automated things that I had to do myself until now. Not only the strength of the spell, but also the dangerousness of objects based on their mass, speed, and shape. It would be better if I could identify poisons, but It’s still too difficult at this stage. Now we can use the minimum resources to release unlimited spells almost without interruption.”

"Without interruption? That will burn your brain." Ieiri Naoko said worriedly.

"Within the scope of self-completion, let the reversal technique continue to operate." Gojo Satoru smiled disapprovingly, "This way, there will be fresh brain supply at any time. The omission of the palm seal that was tried before has been perfected, and the simultaneous activation of multiple "He" and "Cang" has been practiced almost. The next task is to move in the field and long distance."

"Starting from the high-level professional, if you pre-select the movement route without obstacles, I think it is possible to succeed. Naoko, lend me the white mouse for the experiment."

"Ah——" Ieiri Naoko was a little helpless.

"..."

And Geto Suguru was silent.

He felt that the man in front of him was different from the past.

Today's Gojo Satoru has truly become the "strongest".

The mission can also be completed by one person.

Naoko would never go out to perform dangerous missions.

The inevitable result is that he spends more time alone.

"Jie, have you lost weight?" Gojo Satoru seemed to notice that Geto Xiayou was a little absent-minded, and suddenly asked, "Is it okay?"

"It's just a simple bitter summer." Geto Xiayou responded with a dodgy look, "It's okay."

"Did you eat too much cold noodles?"

Gojo Satoru was a little puzzled.

Geto Xiayou had an unspeakable distress.

This summer was so busy.

It was probably also affected by the frequent disasters a year ago. The cursed spirits kept coming out like maggots.

Pull out, absorb, over and over again.

Pull out, absorb.

The taste of the cursed spirits that no one knows.

It was like swallowing a rag that had been used to wipe vomit and diarrhea.

Pull out, absorb.

For whom?

On the day when Tenriko died, when he saw the faces of the Pansei believers.

He kept persuading himself.

What he saw was nothing special.

It was just the ugliness that everyone knew.

And he chose to become a magician and save all living beings based on what he already knew.

Do not waver.

You must fulfill your responsibilities as a magician.

But the more time passed, the more he continued to remove cursed spirits and swallow them.

The more he felt that his approach might be wrong.

Those ignorant monkeys... do they really need to be protected by him?

"Ah! Senior Summer Oil!!"

One day, Summer Oil Jie, who was dazed in the corridor after taking a shower, was stopped by his junior.

"Gray Bar..."

He looked up at the boy in front of him.

This is a very motivated junior, always smiling and full of energy.

"You have worked hard!!"

Gray Bar stood at attention and greeted him respectfully.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Summer Oil Jie couldn't find a topic, but saw a vending machine on the side, so he asked subconsciously.

"Huh!? That's not good, I want Coke!!" Gray Bar was a little surprised, but still accepted the kindness.

"Hehe..."

Summer Oil Jie smiled slightly.