Spell Corrosion

Originally, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that he would return to Kid's principal's office, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came out of the passage, he was in a room that he hadn't been in yesterday.

There is no furniture in the empty black and white solid-color room, only a black standing mirror about three meters high. The direction of the entrance is a white path extending out, and there is a pure black torii gate every three meters on the path.

"Good day, Central Plains."

The only person waiting in this black and white room is the Death Kid whom he met yesterday.

"only you?"

In fact, this room can be seen at a glance, and there is no place where people can hide. Zhong Yuanzhong also vaguely felt that Kid might have chosen this time and place on purpose.

Kid didn't let Zhong also continue to guess: "There are some things I want to talk to you alone. There were too many people yesterday, so it's not convenient to talk about many things."

The young Grim Reaper lifted his cloak, and a black substance that looked like a living creature scattered from the skull ring worn on his middle finger, and finally twisted and fixed into two high-backed seats, with skull masks carved on the armrests of the seats.

Kid made a gesture and sat down and said, "How much does Zhong Yuan know about his current situation?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pondered for a moment, and then made up his mind: "I don't have any memory before I died. By devouring the eggs of ghosts and gods you mentioned, I can repair my soul and restore my memory." The fragment I recalled last night is the best evidence, but that memory There was one point that caught his attention, "Also, I'm probably not from this era, or from this world?"

In the few memories he recalled, there is no high school in magic and deadly martial arts. The top level of the world's military power is the domain of people with supernatural powers, but yesterday's science popularization by Majia and Gojo Wu didn't mention anything about people with supernatural powers at all. Information.

It is obviously not such a secret secret. If people with supernatural abilities really exist, it is impossible not to be monitored by these two forces.

"Another world? Isn't it impossible?" Kid's golden eyes widened slightly, and his round mouth suddenly looked like a teenager. At this time, Chuya had a little sense that the god of death opposite him was actually the same age as him, " If it is a question of the times, there is one point that cannot be explained. Because the gods are immortal, and death will only change the gods. The same is true for you in the Central Plains. If you have existed in this world, even if I don’t know it, the [Heaven] I will also know you." Mentioning [Heaven], Kid became serious, "This is also the focus of my chat with you alone. You will not be observed by [Heaven] during this death. What I want to say is, Zhongyuan, you are now The situation is delicate."

god?

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't expect that the topic would turn to something he didn't expect at all.

"Wait, what did you mean just now because gods have always existed, and I have never been observed by gods before, so I am not from this world, or..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly at a loss, not sure if he understood That meaning, "You say I am also a god?"

"Both." Considering that too complicated rhetoric will only increase the difficulty of communication, Kid this time succinctly only stated the conclusion, "To be precise, you, Zhongyuan, are incomplete as a god. What you have to say You are similar to me two years ago, and you are all pieces of gods."

Under Kid's detailed explanation, Zhong Yuan finally had an intuitive understanding of the gods in this world.

Gods are born from human beliefs. As long as there is still a believer, the gods will not really die. Death will only cause the replacement of gods, and they will grow up again from infancy, but as the god of death, Kid is a different kind.He is a fragment of the previous generation of death that split from himself. When the three threads of the underworld above his head were completely connected and obtained the complete power of death, his father, the previous generation of death, disappeared from this world.

"My existence depends not on beliefs, but on concepts." Kid, who is much more mature than two years ago, is now able to narrate the past with a normal heart, "When Gao Tianyuan was not born, this world There are a total of eight conceptualized rule fragments on the Internet, known as the old rulers, who rule fear, wisdom, strength, law, anger, etc., and I am the ultimate [law].

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer the call either, waiting for Kid to continue.

"Central Plains, your incantation power, the ability to manipulate gravity, and the arrogance in the wavelength of your soul are actually all the same power." Kid revealed the information that was concealed yesterday, "Although you are too broken now in Central Plains. Powerful, but not fully awakened, temporarily unable to tell which concept it belongs to. However, you are likely to be the successor of the concept of the old ruler." After a pause, the expression of Kid, who is the embodiment of the law, is a little subtle, "And the ruler The relationship between God and [Heaven] is not harmonious, in recent years Gao Tianyuan’s gods who disobeyed [Heaven] have been executed and replaced, and unfortunately, we and [Heaven] are not on the same path.”

After quietly listening to Kid's inference with a huge amount of information, the first thing Nakahara Zhongya thought of was the filthy state he entered after completely releasing his supernatural powers.

If combined with what Kid said just now, the violent and negative energy of filth does have the taste of curse and madness.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong was not in a hurry to express his opinion: "So?"

"Now you have three choices in the Central Plains." Kid held up three fingers, and curled up a finger after each choice, "The first one is to fully awaken and become a ruler, that is, to become a complete god. The second one, The easiest is to become a curse spirit. The third, which may be the most difficult, is to become a human being."

When he heard the last option, Nakahara Chuya's fingertips on the armrest curled up, and then relaxed again.Crossing his legs and leaning back, Chuya, who looked only 15 years old, looked leisurely: "It sounds like I have a lot of choices, continue."

"For the first type, whether you will be swallowed by madness during the awakening process, or whether you will become a madman can only be determined by yourself. And you will become a thorn in the side of [Heaven] just like me. During the process, it is very likely that you will be judged by [Heaven] in advance. After all, the unawakened fragments are just the pollution source of madness. It is the easiest to become a curse spirit, as long as you take a step towards the [line], to the side of the dead, naturally It will degenerate into a curse spirit, or a monster. As for the third type..." I don't know who I thought of, Kid chuckled, "I can't help you with this, but I have a friend who is a human being. The body has achieved the way of the god of war, and to some extent, he surpassed the so-called [god]."

It was an idiot, but he was also the most handsome idiot in the world.

"He probably can give you some advice, but I think maybe you don't need that thing." Kid got up from the high-back chair, indicating that this conversation is over, "Stan is already waiting outside, today the high school Entrust you to our care. The current plan is to let Stan help you see if you can stabilize your soul with soul silk, and then try to see who else you can match the soul wavelength with. If you need a professional partner, Mr. Gojo probably won't have time to accompany you all the time, right?"

Although I have only met Gojo Satoru once, as the No. 1 in the magic world, Kid has heard of Gojo Satoru for a long time.

As the strongest in the world of conjuration, the high-level executives over there simply regard Gojo Satoru as a firefighter. The scarcity of special-level conjurers has caused Gojo Satoru to spend most of the year in various places dealing with curse incidents that others can't handle well. It can be said that Is a busy man.

It is difficult to find time to attend classes, and from time to time he entrusts his students to his former juniors. It is hard to imagine Gojo Gojo becoming Chuya's staff partner under such circumstances.

"Let's not talk about the partner first, I thought you were going to recruit me into the team?" The conversation stopped abruptly where Zhong Yuanzhong hadn't expected it.

It was obvious that they had only contacted him for less than a day, but each of these people had a considerable degree of kindness towards him.

When Kid heard the words and looked back at him, Chuya asked in confusion, "Why did you help me?"

One or two are like this, obviously they should be a big trouble, why don't these people just put an end to their troubles once and for all?

"There is one thing you need to understand, I am not helping you." Kid corrected, "My aesthetics are absolute balance and perfect law, the birth of every ruler is inevitable, I am just performing my duties .”

Nakahara Nakaya followed Kid's footsteps and walked towards the path under the torii. After hearing Kid's last words, the calmness in Nakaya's eyes that had been maintained since the beginning was finally broken.

"However [God] has an end after all. In the final analysis, it is just a conceptual life framed by [rules]." The once neurotic and off-line God of Reaper said, "But human beings are just the opposite. Never-ending ceiling."

Nakahara, who had been keeping a distance from Kid, also punched Kid on the shoulder, and the red-haired boy grinned. Those calm and calm self-sufficiency transformed into arrogance and unruly at this moment. As the smile expanded, only The 15-year-old Nakahara Nakaya looks like a complete fanatic at this time.

Even if you forget everything in the past, the essence rooted in your soul will not change.

"You're not bad, Death."

The author has something to say: make up yesterday's, and update it normally tomorrow. The following is the follow-up of the short story.

In 25, I changed to the scene in 3 15 years ago——

This is?

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes, and what he saw was a somewhat familiar ceiling.

This is the school building where he lived in his first year in the high school. After he was kidnapped by Gojo Satoru and returned home, he rarely lived here except when the task was too urgent.

And if there is no problem with his memory, he was obviously five together yesterday?

Getting up from the bed, Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand just pointed to seven in the morning.

Is this an illusion technique?

Let go of the soul perception, although he is not as good as Majia in this area, but he is more or less better than some conjurers who do not have this talent.

"Tsk, what the hell is it?"

No traces of any spells were found, nor was the mantra tainted. Zhong Yuanzhong also walked around the room until he saw his own figure in the mirror. He had a vague guess.

If I remember correctly, this pajamas is the one that Yijizhi prepared for him when he first arrived at the college. Gojo Satoru complained about the simple pattern of blue and white checks for a long time, saying that it didn't match his age at all, and he wasn't at all energetic. .

That guy knew early on that he was actually a 22-year-old adult, but he still mischievously treated himself with amnesia as a 15-year-old child.

Later, Gojo Satoru mentioned it a few times, and seeing that he had been indifferent to the matter of changing pajamas, he simply kept doing nothing and threw the pajamas away while he was away.When he opened the closet that day and saw the rabbit-eared pajamas hanging inside, Senior Zhongyuan, who had always looked calm and mature in front of Knotweed and the others, chased Gojo Wu and demolished half a building.

And now, the self in the mirror opposite is the 15-year-old "self" who first arrived in this world and was brought back by Gojo Satoru.

Although he doesn't know the reason, he seems to have completed a soul exchange with himself 3 years ago.

Nakahara Nakaya, who had figured out the situation, rolled his cobalt blue eyes, and then showed a slightly wicked sly smile.

He remembered that at 08:30 this morning, Yuta would come to find Gojo Satoru, so the timing of the prank was easy to grasp.

Caught in time, Nakahara didn't even knock on the door, just pushed the door open and entered Gojo Satoru's room next door.

A childish ghost who was clearly awake but insisted on pretending to be asleep was breathing slowly. Zhongyuan Zhong also quietly looked at the sleeping face in front of him for a few seconds, then bent down.

Soft ochre-colored hair brushed the tip of Wujo Wu's nose, and Nakahara Nakahara looked down at Wujo Wu, who had not yet become his lover, with fine eyelashes close at hand.

"Hey, I didn't seem to tell you yesterday, Satoru." Nakahara Nakaya's deceptively low voice was completely separated from the harsh expression on his face, but Gojo Satoru, who had his eyes closed, couldn't see Nakaya's expression at this time , "Actually, the taste of your soul also makes me very appetizing."

With the idea of ​​playing a prank, at the age of 25, Nakahara Nakahara, who grew up from Gojo Gojo's various sweet words and coquettish operations, stuck out the tip of his tongue as if teasing, leaving a little transparent water mark on Gojo Gojo's side face.

"Want to eat?"

"Are you willing to open your eyes?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Gojo Satoru who couldn't help but open his eyes with a smile, "Yeah, if you don't get out of bed again, I will stop talking."

With one leg pressed against the edge of the bed, Nakaya raised his body slightly, and his smile became frivolous and evil after his eyes glanced at a certain place.

Gojo Satoru stared at the smile on his face, and finally couldn't hold it back, and Nakahara, who had half of his body pressed on his bed, also pulled towards him.

"Chuya, hasn't anyone taught you not to do this kind of prank casually?" Gojo Satoru sighed exaggeratedly, "Forget it for me, it's not okay to do it outside."

"Educate me? Forget it for you?" Nakahara Zhongya raised his eyebrows lazily, and raised his hand to wrap Wujo Wu's neck.

"But you don't look like you are very experienced?" His long legs bent up and rubbed against a certain place where the other party had changed, and Zhongyuan Zhong also moved closer to Gojo Wu's ear, and his hoarse voice was deliberately slowed down. It seemed particularly attractive, "It seems that your physiology class must not be very good, Mr. Wutiao."

For a moment, the clear blue pupils were as dark as the deep sea, Gojo Satoru turned over and pressed the unscrupulous young man under him, but Chuya, who was still very defensive yesterday, did not resist at all this time.

With Chuya showing a mischievous smile on his face, the half-hidden door was unexpectedly pushed open.

"Teacher Wutiao, the principal...he..." Seeing that the door was open, Yi Gu Youtai, who knocked on the door but got no response, stepped in tentatively, and as a result, he froze in place.

The time is just right, 8:30.

The room was extremely quiet for a while, and Yigu Youta swallowed hard under Wujo Wu's gaze, and mustered up his courage: "Mr. Wujo, it is against the law to do such things to minors."

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