master transferred to spellcaster

The root system is coiled and the branches and leaves are stretched.

In the dream is the sound of the vigorous growth of all things, as if it is close to the ear, the loud noise of the surging life is in harmony with the beating of the heart, getting closer and louder...

Boom, boom, boom.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes suddenly, his blue pupils expanded, and his unfocused sight fell on the white light on the ceiling - that was the daylight leaking from the gap in the curtains, and the reverberation from the dream still echoed in his ears.

After a while, he got out of bed and washed his face to calm down his inexplicably agitated heart.

I forgot to charge my cell phone next to my pillow last night, and it turned off automatically.Gojo Satoru plugged in the phone casually and walked out of the room.

On the way to the kitchen with bare feet to look for food, when I took a step, I suddenly felt a tingling pain in the sole of my foot - it was the fragments of the cup that I didn't bother to pick up after breaking it last night.

The shard of glass he stepped on was only a small piece, and the wound it caused wasn't too big. There was only a wound about one centimeter wide, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out.

[Reversal technique——]

nothing happened...

Well, today is another day of not regaining strength.

It is very troublesome to think about dealing with the wound. Gojo Satoru wanted to ignore the wound and continue his original foraging action, but the painful wound on the sole of his foot tried his best to show his sense of existence.

It's not particularly painful, but it's really annoying.

After trying to walk a few steps, Gojo Satoru still reluctantly rummaged through the medical kit in the apartment.

Wipe off the blood with a paper towel, and rubbed the wound with alcohol indiscriminately. After slapping on a band-aid, the wound was barely healed, but it still felt a little uncomfortable to walk.

It will probably take a day or two until he fully recovers.

The staff in charge of cleaning would come to the door at a fixed time, Gojo Satoru bypassed the pile of glass scum, went to the kitchen to get two apples, and then gnawed on the roof.

Another strange curse spirit flew up from the stairs—he couldn't see it now, but he could feel it with his long-term intuition and keen five senses.

Gojo Satoru took out the small spell tool he was carrying and threw it in a certain direction at will, and the weird feeling disappeared.

There are no decorations on the roof of the high-end apartment, and it is usually not open to the public—but the lock that has not been replaced for many years is not a problem for Gojo Satoru. After several trials, he successfully opened the lock, so So far, he is the only regular visitor here.

The view from the high place is very wide, amidst the whistling wind, with the blue sky as the curtain, the continuous flow of vehicles and people passes through the high and low buildings.

Ever since he was cut off from the perception of spell power by the unknown potion and temporarily lost his ability, the scene he saw became the clear, clean and narrow field of vision that he is now.

Can't say whether to like it or hate it.

The field of vision of the six eyes is like a holographic thermal map that cannot be closed, sending a torrent of information to his brain all the time, and even closing his eyes cannot interrupt the reception of this information.

For him, compared with the "normal" vision seen with the naked eye, the world seen by the six eyes is closer to the "normal" and "everyday" for him.

The picture he sees now reminds him of his abnormal state all the time.

The limited information intake allowed him to have a rare moment of leisure, but it also brought an indescribable sense of emptiness. The world has never been so "quiet" for him.

Compared with the past, he is too weak and weak. He will break the glass and be stabbed by glass shards no larger than the belly of a thumb, and he will endure such wounds for more than a day.

Is this how ordinary people feel?

Even though it wasn't the first day he became in this state, Gojo Satoru still felt novelty.

Even if you do the same things as before, the experience and feelings you get are completely different.If it has to be described, it is roughly equivalent to a healthy ordinary person suddenly becoming a disabled person?

It may not sound very nice, but the essence is the same, and they all lose what they were born with.

It's not that Wujo Satoru didn't imagine that the other party was deceiving him, or that the medicine was out of control, and the ability would not return for a long time or forever. He had been avoiding thinking about this question intentionally or unintentionally before, but now he seemed to be able to give the answer.

"Well... it doesn't make any difference."

What he wants to do and what he wants to do have not changed. Even if he loses his magic power and spells, he will probably go back and beat those rotten oranges with the magic tools—maybe he can make a joint debut with Maki by then.

He is also the strongest without spell power and spells.

Ah, but this is a bit like that annoying guy Fuheshier.

Thinking of the unpleasant past, Gojo Satoru wrinkled his face and shook the annoying things out of his mind.

Squeak——The door to the roof that he had covered was opened, and the voice of a middle-aged woman sounded a little panicked.

"Hey, what are you doing here, young man? Broken in love? Was scolded by the boss? You can talk to Auntie about anything. Alas, Auntie has been having a hard time recently..."

Gojo Satoru: ...

Why did you complain about your own suffering when you first came up?

Turning around, a middle-aged woman with a slightly old face and well-groomed clothes was standing by the gate of the rooftop, holding cleaning tools in her hand.

Probably the person in charge of cleaning saw the door to the roof open, so let's go up and have a look.

It looks a bit troublesome, he doesn't want to deal with the complainers now, so let's just send them away casually.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru put on a smile that has been unfavorable to women in the past 28 years, "It's okay, I just want to blow the wind. Give me a little time alone."

After hearing what he said, the other party's expression became more dignified.

As if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know exactly what happened to you, and I don't necessarily know how to solve it better than you, but I am a few years older than you. If there is any difficulty, I can listen to you. Promise Auntie, Don't just give up your life, okay?"

Give up... life?

The railing of the roof was built on the side land a little higher than the surrounding flat ground. Gojo Satoru had no fear of this height because he could stay in the air in the past, so he casually grabbed the railing and stood on the side land.Thinking about it now, his posture should be very dangerous in the eyes of ordinary people.

Then think of the glass shards and blood in the apartment below... a big scene will be made up in a minute.

"No, Auntie, you misunderstood..."

The middle-aged woman didn't seem to believe his words very much, and slowly approached while continuing to babble, "Auntie has a son who left at about your age... Until now, I have been asking myself, why did I get a son before you?" Don't care about him a little bit, why do you keep blaming him for not doing well enough, and you still can't figure out the answer until now... Son, give yourself and those who care about you one more chance."

Gojo Satoru: This is still unclear, right?

The middle-aged woman took a few steps forward and grabbed his arm. Wujo Wu didn't dare to move after realizing that he was still an ordinary person, lest he and the other party fall into the pit, and followed the other party's strength to stay away from the railing.

The other party seemed to be afraid that he would be determined to die, so he kept pushing him towards the rooftop door.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands and surrendered, "Hey, I really just came up to see the scenery, Auntie, let go, I'll go by myself, by myself."

The middle-aged woman looked at him suspiciously, and hesitantly let go of his hand.

Gojo Satoru quickly expressed his determination with actions, and consciously stepped into the roof gate in two or three steps, "Look, I'm coming in."

The middle-aged woman seemed to finally feel a little bit of a taste. She was embarrassed and relaxed at the same time, her tense shoulders relaxed, and she bowed deeply to Gojo Satoru, "I'm really sorry, I thought you were going to... You are causing trouble."

"It's okay, little things."

It was the first time that someone worried about his safety, and it was by a stranger among ordinary people. Wujo Satoru felt very strange.

Although he had come into contact with ordinary people in his previous work, most of them were limited to the handover of tasks. How should I put it... He seemed to vaguely feel the limitations of his past thinking.

There is actually not much difference between a conjurer and an ordinary person. It is the conjurer himself who draws this distinction.

Just as there are curse masters among conjurers, there are good people and bad people among ordinary people, and it is not possible to draw a pure gap with the classification of conjurers and ordinary people.

Ah, if he could have understood this truth earlier, or noticed something wrong with the other party earlier at that time...

No, as expected, it would be more convenient and quicker to give this medicine to Jie himself, right?

Seeing Gojo Satoru suddenly stop still, the middle-aged woman's worry rose again, "Why—"

A gust of wind hit the middle-aged woman from behind, and human instincts were warning her crazily. She turned her head, and there was nothing in the pupils shrunk by fright—no, there must be something there.

I can't escape, I'm going to die.

It might be possible to reunite with my son like this... Before that, at least let the children around me escape——

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes to look in Gojo Satoru's direction, only to see that unbelievable young man slowly revealing a smile full of joy that was even a little ferocious.

Immediately, he raised his hand to his side, with the index finger, middle finger and thumb sticking together.

Is this... the poses of the characters in the animations my son has seen?

Now is not the time to do that, run away—

Just when she was thinking that it might be too late, the young man snapped his fingers casually.

A sharp impact came out with the sound, brushing her shoulder and cutting it.

A moment later, the wall behind her collapsed with a bang, and gravel and dust splashed under her feet.

"Hiss, it has been useless for too long, and the proficiency has dropped... Hey, no, it seems that the power has become stronger?"

The blue-eyed young man bared his teeth, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the blow he just delivered. He stepped forward and pushed her on the back, and she floated directly downstairs, "You should have the key to my room Well, the money is on the coffee table in the living room, you can take it as compensation."

"Next is my occasion—oh don't worry, I'm the kind of person who will never commit suicide."

A slightly over-excited back—that was the last impression that young man left on her.

After seeing off the kind aunt, Gojo Satoru pinched his crackling phalanx, feeling itchy all over his bones that had not been moved for many days.

"Finally recovered."

The clean and open field of vision was no longer in front of him, and the city shrouded in dark spell power and the crowded spell spirits returned to his sight.

This abnormal mantra power and mantra energy...

Rising to mid-air, he looked down at the extremely active curse spirits in the city. Many vehicles had been overturned on the street, buildings had been destroyed, and people were running around screaming.

what happened?

Gojo Satoru frowned, before he had time to think about it, he took away the curse spirit near the rooftop with a single blow and swooped down the chaotic street.

In the empty bedroom of the apartment, the mobile phone charged by the bedside turned on automatically, and two unread messages were displayed on the screen.

One from Tachika Fujimaru, one from... Leonardo da Vinci 5 minutes ago.