Spell Corrosion

What is this?

Central Plains is also suspended in an absolutely blank space, and directly below him is a chaotic vortex. The twisted and inexhaustible madness forms a spectacular scene like the wonders of the universe, and there is even an entity in this world.

Soul wavelengths that are not exactly the same as him but can also drive people crazy emerge continuously from the vortex below, and the chaos of black and white is enough to cause irreversible spiritual erosion to anyone who sees it.

"Tsk."

The protruding black wavelength seemed to have a solid body, and after Nakahara Chuya tilted his head, the thin black line still scratched the side of his face.

It seems to have found a prey, the vortex below boiled, the black gathered together, condensed and then elongated, and finally formed a black human form that filled the entire space.

That is not full in the physical sense, after all, this pure white space has almost lost the concept of space, it is full on the spiritual level.

As long as he, or rather he exists here, then he is the whole world.

"You feel it? Fragments."

Obviously there is no human vocal organ, and what is in front of him is just a mass of black madness, but the voice is truly conveyed.

When the brain receives the sound, thinking starts to stop, the soul hidden in the container called the body vibrates, and the filth becomes active, and it begins to be revealed when the master does not call it.

"Long time no see, [filthy]."

Boundless madness turned into black blood pouring down from the top of the head, and the supernatural power that used to be commanded by the arm now stood on the other side like a rebel, happily accepting the black blood that once blocked the moon, and then turned into filth covering the whole body .

—he was overwhelmed.

After Gojo Satoru caught a trace of the soul wavelength leaked from the book, the blood in his body cooled down quickly. It was a madness that was completely unfamiliar to him and made all living beings shudder.

Even if it is rumored in the industry that all conjurers are lunatics, compared to this level, it is like a lake to an ocean, completely incomparable.

"By the way, be careful when you go in, after all, what you are facing is not only Chuya, but also [power]."

The book was opened, and Kid's reminder came from the ear before Gojo Satoru entered.

"Of course I know that."

In the face of double madness, what he has to do is not to go crazy with Zhongya, but to become the anchor of his humanity.

It's really difficult for others, Zhongye.

Obviously know that you are my irresistible.

Gojo Satoru didn't go directly into the deeper part of Chapter 7 that Kid said, but stayed at the very beginning of the prologue.

"It's so troublesome, can't you just send me to the deepest part?" Gojo Satoru poked at the strange life form that appeared in front of him. This guy who introduced himself called "Table of Contents" is similar to the entity chapter index. After introducing him to the seven chapters of the book into an inverted pyramid, he promised to take him there.

As a result, the directory rejected it simply and neatly, "No."

"Can't you?"

Even though [He] pointed his head, the voice of the directory was still steady, "That is not in compliance with the rules, and after you reach Chapter 7, the passage to the deepest layer will only be opened when you are invited by him."

It seems that there is no need to discuss.

Wujo Gou dispelled the spell in his hand, "Let's go, I'm in a hurry."

It's just that at the same time as entering, something that Gojo Satoru didn't expect happened.

"I thought the color of the valley should be the same as the literal meaning, there are all kinds of Chuya, and then leave me here?"

Wujo Wu, no, maybe it should be called Wujo now...Wu Wuzi?

The height of 1.9 meters has shrunk to 1.6 meters, and the short white hair is elongated and hangs over the shoulders. The whole person has shrunk by two circles visible to the naked eye. If the hair is dyed and then viewed from behind, it is simply a replica of Nakahara Chuya.

"Not bad, right? This is one of the biggest selling points of this book. Interest and desire for the opposite sex will lead to a change in one's gender, which is normal..." Speaking of this, the catalog suddenly choked up, even The voice that didn't fluctuate even after being poked by [He] raised its pitch because of surprise, "Why are you still a man?!"

That's right, although his height has shrunk, his hair has changed from short to long, and his facial lines have also changed somewhat, Gojo Satoru's gender has not changed. At most, he now looks like a light-white version of Chuya Nakahara's twin brothers.

However, there is no doubt about the gender, it is still male.

"Is the change caused by interest and desire?" Gojo Satoru complained, "I think the person who made this book had a problem with his thinking. Why did I become like Chuya? Is it possible that I can still entertain myself? Are you happy?"

Table of contents: I am just a chapter table of contents, but I seem to understand things that people of my age should not understand.

The change of appearance did not cause too much trouble to Gojo Satoru. In fact, the chapters of this book itself are all used to induce people to fall.

The trouble is something else.

Too much.

There are so many curses piled up here that it's terrifying. If it wasn't for the table of contents telling him that the seven chapters of this book are the seven deadly sins, and the information can match what Kid said, he would think that this is the world of curses.

It can be called a night walk of ghosts.

"Go away!"

Removing the curse is secondary, Gojo Satoru only cleans up the guys who stand in front of him, but even fighting all the way like this will take much more time than he planned.

The existence of no-lower-limit spells kept him from being stained with blood. It doesn't matter if the first six floors are not cleaned up. Anyway, after the catalog is closed, the remaining magic spirits can't get through, but the seventh floor can't.

The directory has no right to open the passage to the deepest part. Since the guy below is [Power], if he wants to receive an invitation, he will show him the power.

Until the passage symbolizing the invitation opened in front of him.

"It seems that he is quite interested in you." The last curse spirit turned into ashes under [Cang], and the catalog floated beside Gojo Satoru who had returned to normal shape, looking at the passage opened in front of him, "Invitation has never been It's single, so here's where we say goodbye."

The passage this time is different from the ones opened in the previous catalogue. The profound ominousness emanates from it, accompanied by the arrogance belonging to Zhongye that has become clear and the sense of existence has skyrocketed.

Before jumping down, Gojo Satoru thought about it, took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket.

I hope that it won't be broken if it fights with China in a while.

Without even saying goodbye, Gojo Satoru just waved his hands and jumped down towards the circular passageway on the ground.

With a sound of "Gudong", starting from the toes, the liquid overflowed from the legs to the top of the head, and finally Wujo Satoru sank into the water as the passage was closed.

Withdrawing the no-lower-limit technique, he took a tentative breath.

Can you breathe normally?

The buoyancy of the water stopped his fall until he was about to pass the person he was looking for.

"Chung Ye?"

The moment Gojo Satoru grabbed the opponent's sleeve, his cobalt blue pupils rolled, and he glanced at the man who grabbed him.

It was different from what he had seen in Chuya, and what he saw in Kawasaki City. Even though the filth had spread all over his body, Chuya Chuya at this time seemed to be sane.

Neither roared to make the gravity run wild, nor did the body collapse due to the violent power of the filth.

The clothes are neatly dressed and the face is calm. If it weren't for the familiar red lines on the part of the skin that was not covered by the clothes, and the soul wavelength that was completely unfamiliar and completely rejected him, he would have thought that the one in front of him was the familiar Zhongya in the Central Plains.

The wrist of the hand that grabbed the opponent's sleeve was held.

As Nakahara Chuya’s five fingers tightened, the lower wrist bones were threatened to be shattered under the force of gravity, and the no-lower-limit technique was immediately triggered—the exact opposite of the previous loss of function because of the coherent relationship, and they returned to the beginning.

"That's it. If I kill you, my only bondage will disappear."

He used to spit out unfeeling words indifferently in the smokey voice that made a nice nasal sound when he was kissed by himself, but Gojo Satoru took the initiative to lean forward.

"Chuya, is this a confession to me?" The arrogance that would cause terrible hallucinations and evoke all negative emotions is constantly looking for a gap, but Gojo Satoru doesn't care about it at all. Emotionally fluctuating eyes, "You just admitted that I am your only one."

The liquid filling the space fluctuated, and the monsters in the bottom abyss looked up.

Gojo Satoru was thrown out.

Although the no-lower-limit spell prevented Chuya's attack, everyone was equal in the face of gravity, and he was no exception.

Physical skills will be crushed, and all attacks will be deflected under gravity, and if this continues, it will only be an endless tug of war.

And it will be him who loses.

It’s okay if it’s in a normal state, but in a turbid state, even the liquid that fills the space becomes a hydraulic cage. If it weren’t for the existence of the infinite magic formula, he would have been crushed by the terrifying water pressure. .

He tried countless times to perform the same attunement as before, but unlike the time in Kawasaki City, he still retained consciousness or rationality, but Chuya, who seemed to be a different person, only coldly and mercilessly rejected him.

In this case, even if he wants to use madness to immerse himself in the same madness and be in harmony, it is completely impossible.

There is only one choice left.

Can only beat him.

The water waves swayed, and the concept formed by pure black madness stretched out its hand from the abyss, hooked the edge of the cliff and climbed up.

The gravitational factor around Chuya Zhongyuan has annihilated the water flow around him. When [Power] straightened his body and crawled out from the deepest point, he turned his eyes, "Hey, go back, you are in the way."

Black spread in the water obscuring vision.

"The purpose of my existence is to give everyone power fairly." No matter whether this power will lead everyone to destruction.

That is to turn Chuya into what it is now?

Gojo Satoru panted and looked at the black unknown object that climbed out from the bottom of the sea and finally reached the top of this space.

Space seems to have boundaries because of his existence, and words seem to have power. Compared with the so-called seven deadly sins in front of this book, this guy is like a devil who really tempts people to fall.

— Do you want power?Be able to defeat him, suppress him, and gain his strength.

--I can give it to you.

Wow.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate timing, Gojo Satoru would actually want to complain.

In fact he has spoken.

"What do you think you are? The one standing in front of you is the strongest human being." Gojo Satoru spat out a mouthful of blood, Chuya's filth was still a bit stressful for him, especially when the madness was constantly filling the entire space Now, "There's more..."

——Talk to me like that again next time, and I'll beat you until you can't get out of bed.

——Chuya of the Central Plains, will always be Chuya of the Central Plains, "my" own.

He understood a little bit why he was rejected when he confessed his love for the first time.

It turned out that the person who was accommodated was actually him all along, not Zhongye.

"You can't afford it."

It’s because Zhong Ye has been cooperating with him and leading him, that’s why he was unilaterally cut off when his soul resonated, and it’s also for this reason, after Zhong didn’t plan to cooperate with him, he became helpless and could no longer deal with the same wavelength.

In fact, this is completely wrong.

If it is really impossible for him to lead and cooperate successfully, he will have no way to enter this book at all, because he opened this book only after passing the attunement.

and so……

Gojo Satoru took the initiative to withdraw the no-lower-limit spell, and rushed towards the person floating opposite.

"You are so slow."

In the familiar room, the red-haired young man turned around, with the familiar look of Gojo Satoru in his eyes, even standing here, he was already tainted by filth just like the outside.

It has the same furnishings as his consciousness space, and the space belonging to Chuya Nakahara has changed from that empty rooftop to their apartment.

"Chuya always runs alone where I can't reach." Gojo Satoru stepped forward.

Holding him in his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of the other's hair like a small animal, Gojo Satoru then closed his eyes and sighed.

"Huh? I didn't expect there to be people in that swimming pool." If it weren't for the arrogance that leaked out when the book was opened, he might not have noticed that there was something else in the pool water, "Besides, I'm waiting for you here ?”

But that's not enough.

"Chuya, I've tried my best." Gojo Satoru tightened his arms, and spoke again before the person in his arms frowned because of discomfort, his voice was different from the usual one, and it wasn't the kind of childish coquettish tone.

If I insist on describing it, it seems like being stuck in my heart by a hot needle, I can't bear it, even that little pain will turn into restlessness with grievance.

"I can only restrain myself so much."

Leave a little room for you and try to maintain equality with each other.

But the idea of ​​wanting to possess you alone and absolutely cannot be restrained at all.

So be uneasy.

Because I already have a vague premonition that plundering will only make each other's bottom lines collide in the end, and what I get will not be the result I expected.

I am not afraid of death, for such a thing as love can only become the most twisted curse, and even death cannot undo it.

But I am afraid of you, my reason and self-control are useless.

"So, please pamper me a little more?"

This was the first time that Nakahara Nakahara had endured such an aggressive kiss, which was completely different from the previous few times, especially after Gojo Satoru learned to dominate the wavelength, he was involved in the other party's emotions before he even had time to resist.

Not only desire, but also unrestrained anxiety and demands, the hand stuck behind his head blocked the escape route.

There should be no concept of bodily sensations in this space, but it is precisely because of this that all the feelings that explode directly in the brain are more tormenting than physical stimulation.

"Give me... wait a minute, bastard!"

At least not here.

If here...

"No."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't even know how he got out of that damn book.

When he opened the filth before, all he felt was the pain of his body being gradually torn apart by the violent force, but in the state of the consciousness space, the filthy markings shining with dim sparks were stroked inch by inch along the lines, which would only make him One step closer to the critical point of loss of control.

Gradually, it is difficult to tell where the boundary between the soul and the body is, and every uncontrollable voice that overflows has a scorching temperature and a curved arc.

When were you here?

Wrinkles appeared where the knee joints touched, and the dark red gauze curtain hanging from the ceiling swayed with the wind outside the golden cage. It was not until he was completely shrouded in shadow that Zhong Yuanzhong realized that his reference was wrong. up.

It was he who shook, not the drooping veil.

But why are you still upset?

Anxiety and uneasiness are almost endless, piled up layer by layer, as the wavelength of fusion passes over, the minds of the two people are tightened.

What the hell are you so upset about?

"Wujo Wu... In the last life plus this life, I still haven't escaped!"

This sentence was intermittent, and it took three full efforts to say it completely.

The gauze curtain stopped moving, and a kiss was printed on the nape of her neck.

"That's good."