Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

As long as all the characters in the illusion are destroyed, you can return to reality.

This is a very simple matter for Gojo Satoru.

Relying on his strength, as long as he casually shoots [H] in front of his eyes, this fragile illusion without any defense will be shattered into pieces.

If this is just a false illusion, Gojo Satoru will certainly destroy it without hesitation——

However this is not the case.

Using the illusion to describe it is only because the situation in front of me is closer to that form of expression.

But in fact, everything presented in front of our eyes is a history that once happened.

It is the cruel real past.

It has nothing to do with the word [Unreal].

There is no reason to question it, this kind of [explanation] that is directly injected into the brain, which is no different from restraint, is enough for every conjurer who can feel the existence of magic power to understand this point.

Then, the black-haired and blue-eyed young man with a tired face...is the old Fu Heihui.

Just realizing this, the spell power that was originally intended to be released was blocked at that moment.

That does not work.

It must be destroyed as soon as possible within 1 minute.

We must return to reality.

However, everything was completely defeated after the 22-year-old Fu Heihui murmured softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wujo" with her slender eyelashes drooping.

Why apologize?

Because this is 22-year-old Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui, who desperately wanted to rescue Wujo teacher.

However, Fu Heihui could only die at the age of 22.

Wujo Wu's throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

When his mind was blank, he looked at the young man's pale side face motionlessly, and almost instinctively observed the other person's physical condition, a minute had already passed unknowingly.

Gojo Satoru regained consciousness in a daze.

--That's too late.

After he realized this, the raised fingertips fell unconsciously, gritted his teeth helplessly, and looked at the [past] in front of him with cold hands and feet, which he had not participated in.

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Ever since he came out of the Prison Gate, Gojo Satoru in his previous life had heard enough tragedies in that completely collapsed world and the surviving Gojo faction.

However, Gojo Satoru only heard about Fuguro Megumi's six-year escape career from the Battle of Shibuya to his death at the age of 22, but he didn't know the details.

The experience of those six years is probably only known to Yuzu Youren, who entrusted each other behind Hehui, managed to sustain it, and survived to the end with difficulty.

but.

After Kei's death, Knotaba Yuhito, who was left alone, has collapsed.

Neither Gojo Satoru, who had just been released at that time, nor the high school students who were resurrected by Fu Heihui before his death, did not ask Kojohito about his courage during that time.

What happened?

How did it end up in the end?

No one asked, after all, in such a world, such things do not need to be asked.

Because it will definitely not end well.

And so is it.

Because he couldn't attack the tired and desperate young man, Gojo Satoru, whose eyes were firmly drawn to the side of his face, opened his [six eyes] that could penetrate everything almost persistently, and scanned every inch of the opponent from the beginning to the end.

Gojo Satoru looked at Megumi and Yuhito together like two abandoned and dirty stray cats and dogs, and his heart ached - the beautiful black cat he raised carefully hadn't had it since he was six years old This kind of miserable life that can't eat well, can't sleep enough, and has no fixed place to live.

The scene of the illusion is like a panoramic slide that is constantly switching and changing.

Gojo Satoru, who watched all this from a third-person perspective, watched silently.

Watching them continue to flee under the pursuit of the enemy.

Seeing that the shikigami that Megumi cherishes like family members are few and far between.

Watching them take turns keeping vigil, licking each other's wounds like animals.

The countless hunts and killings this year made them homeless, and they could only move and wander, pushing their already exhausted bodies to the limit little by little.

Seeing that Fukuroi, who lost Tsumiki and failed to rescue Gojo Satoru, gently stroked the head of Knotaba Yuhito who was lying on his lap to sleep, with scars on his body and face.

Knotaba Yuhito sees Megumi as the last straw.

And why not the 22-year-old Hui?

At least keep Youruhito, even at the cost of his life——

Gojo Satoru, who was on the sidelines, easily saw through his own child's thoughts, and then let out a breath, thinking that he was not wronged.

Then, he watched his children make a desperate choice before being cornered.

[Hey, Su Nuo, can you hear me? ]

[Let's make a deal... set a bond with me. ]

Fu Heihui took advantage of the fact that the knotweed who would never be wary of him fell asleep, lowered his voice, and in order to keep the knotweed Youren alive, he said the words to send himself to death.

Then, in such a crumbling world without a shred of hope, a flame called hope was ignited for the final counterattack.

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Conjurers mostly don't die normally.

Tragic death... is the norm.

Megumi is a genius conjurer who broke the record for opening the domain. He developed the use of shadows alone under the premise of losing most of the shikigami, and even subdued the strongest shikigami Shira in the final battle.

After the deal with Liangmian Su Nuo was completed, Fu Heihui opened the domain, and the shadows all over the sky involved all the enemies who would hurt the weak and weak knotweed after separating the cursed object, all of them were involved in the shadow world.

Megumi has to face the Cursed King alone.

Even he himself is weak and weak, and the wounds on his body have not healed.

This is an all-or-nothing fight, and Hui must not lose—if he loses, the revived Two-Faced Su Nuo will definitely bring further damage to this devastated world.

And Kei did not lose.

He never planned to go back alive, and with the thought of dying together, he fought to the death with the cursed king.

A lot of flesh and blood had been cut off from the body, and bloody white bones could even be vaguely seen in several places.

The bones all over his body also made the sound of breaking under the weight.

It hurts very much, every step seems to be stepping on the tip of a knife-but there is no turning back.

A large amount of blood gushes from the mouth and nose.

In the end, even the pair of good-looking, slender hands that would helplessly open up to hug him were completely cut off by the enemy's spell.

Probably only a conjurer could continue to stand up and fight desperately with this level of injury.

[No problem, just leave it to the teacher! ]

[I'm the strongest... If you encounter something you can't handle, remember to sue me? ]

[Young people should enjoy themselves clearly. If there are troublesome things, I will still be there as an adult, so you can rely on me?benefit. ]

[After all, Xiaohui is my lovely student. ]

What Gojo Satoru once said confidently to that green-eyed boy reappeared in his mind with strong irony.

Then there was a particularly strong conflict and contrast with the scene in front of me.

"Two-faced Su Nuo——!!!"

The white-haired and blue-eyed man screamed almost out of breath, his eyes were about to split open, and he reached out his hand to try to protect the bruised Hui in his arms, but it was just as if he had touched a cloud, and the image of the figure disappeared. It was only scattered for a moment before recovering again.

He is a non-existent bystander, unable to touch anyone in the illusion.

Even if he destroyed the image of the two-faced Su Nuo with magic, as long as the image of Hui was not destroyed at the same time, the scene would only pause and wait for the image of the destroyed character to recover before continuing to play.

Nothing will change.

Just like he can't do anything in the prison gate.

[This is the end of the powerless you who failed to protect and feared—the one you cherish. ]

What kind of "strongest" am I?

Gojo Satoru finally watched the fate of his most beloved child with a dead expression.

Hui is a genius.

[Tianxi Ruibao] - the legendary artifact of soul suppression and resurrection, he transformed it from a concept to an entity in the end, and became the key to beheading the cursed king, and also the root of bringing back the dead souls from the other side.

Favor souls as a trade.

With a hoarse voice, he uttered the complete [Buru's Words], his soul was ignited as a bargaining chip, [Shadow] reshaped the body for the undead, and brought back as many companions that Hui valued as possible to the human world.

Complete resurrection from the dead, a miraculous technique.

Except that Hui himself didn't come back.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to cover his face, and let out a low laugh that sounded like a scream.

The idiot kid in his family definitely thinks that as long as the other companions are brought back, his death is valuable and not worth mentioning.

Otherwise, how could there be a faint smile at the end?

Lying in a pool of blood, the black-haired young man who was gradually being swallowed by the shadows opened his blurred green eyes blankly, his sense of pain was completely numb due to the serious injury.

The 22-year-old Kei seemed to have lost a lot of weight, Gojo Satoru thought in a daze: So there is still so much blood in his body.

Gojo Satoru's [Six Eyes] has a wide perspective, and he noticed Kei's last murmur at the end.

In fact, he couldn't make any sound anymore. After all, the throat was blocked by the gushing blood, and it was already very difficult to breathe.

Gojo Satoru still relied on his insight, and he could see what the other party wanted to say from the subtle mouth movements.

"Sister...teacher..."

"Youren."

"Feel sorry."

then.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his family Xiaohui, his jewel-like green eyes finally dimmed, losing the last trace of vitality.

From such a small one to such an outstanding, beautiful and powerful adult, at the time of his final death, he slept alone in the cold darkness without the light of day.

The corpse was broken, and even the soul disappeared—so there was no chance of becoming a curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru squatted down, raised his hand, and gently touched the invisible tears in the corner of the opponent's eyes.

Untouchable.

The fingertips pierced the opponent's body.

Gojo Satoru didn't even have the chance to wipe the tears from the corners of the opponent's eyes because of death and reluctance.

So, Kei is an idiot.

Why do you have to apologize.

You've done nothing wrong, you've given everything up on yourself, and no one can accuse you of anything.

Gojo Satoru breathed heavily, his pupils constricted, and unconsciously recalled the days when he was with this child.

Serious enough to be cute, he will give him a warm hug when he is tired and has a headache, he will get angry and blow up when he is teased, but he never really hates him, a little coquettish and serious request can make the other party compromise.

Hui Mingming didn't want to die.

Hui Mingming still has people he wants to see and people he can't let go of.

However, Kei was still dead.

He used his life to bring the light called "Hope" to this world, and then he fell asleep in the cold darkness alone.

Conjurers don't die normally.

Gojo Satoru had long been prepared that the people around him would die, even if it was Kei.

However, when this day came, Gojo Satoru suddenly discovered——

It would be so hard for him to accept.

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Only a few seconds have passed in the real world.

Gojo Satoru, who broke free from the illusion, was trapped by the cursed object. After being sealed for the second time, he stared blankly at the curser in front of him.

"You lost." Long Ji said.

"Who knows."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, but his expression was extremely gloomy. His eyes were burning with great anger, and his tone was like the calm before the storm:

"Although I was very upset that I got hit even though I was prepared, but the opponent is an old monster who has lived for a thousand years. I always have to be prepared for the second hand. In case of being sealed, I will It's not that it didn't take into account... Hey, old monster, don't think you can turn things around."

"……What's the meaning?"

Gojo Satoru raised a hypocritical smile on the surface: "I'll find out later."

Long Ji frowned, and said, "The prison gate border...close the gate."

Only the palm-sized spell was sealed.

However, just when Long Ji wanted to take back the Prison Gate, this small cube suddenly fell to the ground as if it had been severely impacted by gravity, creating a circle of cobweb patterns.

——Standing motionless on the ground, no matter how Long Ji tried to move, it was useless.

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the other side.

Megumi Fukuro, Tsumiki, and Yuzuhito fell into their own illusions at the same time.

The same goes for Eri and Shir who were a few seconds behind.

Mana Linghuili, who was originally maintaining the [Refuge] barrier, paused slightly, and his eyes were completely dark with no whites and wide open with a dazed expression.

"Er? Hui?"

Eri, covered in layers of black robes and bare feet with dark gray skin, stood in the illusion in a daze, until the [rules] of the illusion were poured into his mind before he vaguely understood something.

She tilted her head, raised her eyes, looked around, and then saw a muscular man with a decadent expression and empty eyes in front of her.

That was a figure that Eri would never admit wrong.

Standing there was her husband.

Because of the god-given body, Shi Er, who is almost the same as his appearance more than ten years later, is holding their son who is less than two years old and ignorantly clutching his father's chest clothes, standing silently in a newly built tomb forward.

[The Tomb of Huili in the Chanyuan].