Don't worry, Yokohama is about to end

The moment the Transcendent spell tool was shattered, a hurricane-like airflow erupted from the entire college, and the surrounding buildings made terrible cracking sounds, cracking densely in an instant, smashing and disappearing.

The ceiling above the classroom had already been lifted off, revealing the dark red night sky.

"Wow! It's going to be blown away!"

Zhishang Mei, who was closest to the core, was thrown high by the airflow. Before falling into the black hole of the hurricane, she was stopped by the well-prepared Zhongya in time and pulled into her arms to hide.

The hurricane air flow gradually stopped, and the silver-haired girl poked her head out of the big cat's embrace.

A tall figure strolled out of the dust and mist, followed by Zhang Yang's voice, "Hey, it's finally here, I've been waiting for a long time."

Obviously he was the one who was sealed carelessly, but the white-haired boy confidently made such willful remarks as "You guys are too slow, I'm tired of waiting".

But soon, the look of ease on the face of the white-haired conjurer disappeared.

He looked around the dilapidated high school, his blue eyes resting on the strange Mei and Nakaya.

"Who are you?"

The silver-haired girl stood up, patting the dust off her hem, and took off the sawdust from the big ocher cat's head.

She looked at Gojo Satoru in the damaged center, and introduced herself, "I'm Mei Tomogami, and this is my family's super powerful cat Mr. Chuya."

"All in all, welcome to Tokyo 70 years later, Gojo Satoru."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

What Tokyo?

"Well, didn't I make it clear?" Mei scratched her hair.

"Meow..." What do you think?

The big ochre-colored cat shook its fur, and glanced at the girl who couldn't count.

Anyone who blinks and wakes up to be told that it is 70 years later will be at a loss, okay?

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched Wujo Wutiao calmly, and said bluntly, "From the appearance of this kid, the time inside the magic tool called the prison gate rein should be stagnant, otherwise we see now Yes, it should be the 88-year-old Gojo Satoru."

But right now, he's clearly still dressed as a high school student.

"Oh! Amazing."

Gojo high school students applauded as if no one was around, and looked at Mei, "Chishang-kun, your pet not only can speak human language, but also has good intelligence. Is the robot cat a new breed in the future world?"

As he spoke, he took out his 70-year-old mobile phone from his pocket and took a photo of the big ocher cat.

That little look, to be honest, is a bit of a punch.

It is not a summoned object, and there is no trace of magic power.

The blue pupils behind the camera narrowed slightly, and the white-haired conjurer quietly retracted his gaze.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Is it an illusion? I always feel that this partner who has worked so hard to get out is a bit irritating.

"Gojo-kun, Zhong is not a pet."

Tomosami Mei righteously stopped the other party from taking pictures. Before Chuya Mao showed approval, the next second, a silver-haired girl took out the mobile phone she bought at Bingsheng from her pocket majestically. , with a natural expression, he leaned over to Gojo Satoru, "By the way, I will also send me a copy of the photo. I am too vigilant in normal times, so I can only secretly take some pictures of his sleeping face while he is asleep."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

It turns out that you usually stay up most of the night, are you doing this!

Don't do such strange things!What "sleeping face photo", delete it quickly!

The girl who was complained about pretended not to see the dissatisfied eyes of her Mr. Cat, and decided to get the photo first.

Who can say no to cute pictures of cats?No! (shock

Facing the girl's behavior of begging for a photo, a certain male high school student who was familiar with him kindly opened the interface, so the supposedly serious discussion meeting slid all the way in a strange direction.

"Oh, yes, do you have Line?" Wujo Satoru said.

Mei, who lives in an era without mobile phones and only optical brains: "Line? What is that?"

Wujo Wu was shocked: "What? Tokyo has regressed to such an extent! What about XX Dessert and OO Pastry? There are no more!"

"I see. It seems that the world Jie longed for has really come true."

The white-haired conjurer lowered his eyes.

He lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, with no expression on his face.

"What about Nitro and the others?" Gojo Satoru suddenly asked in a low voice.

Glass?

Zhishang Mei was stunned for a moment, and a string of names on the mourning stone flashed across her mind. Although she didn't know if Gojo Satoru was referring to them, Mei was quiet for a while, and chose a more euphemistic way of saying, "Gojo-kun, already 70 years."

70 years is enough to change a lot of things.

Gojo Satoru didn't speak.

Mei paused for a while, then continued, "We don't know more about the magic world than you do. You wouldn't believe what this world has become just based on us outsiders."

Otherwise, you wouldn't have been tempting us by saying something that you didn't understand right from the beginning.

The silver-haired girl's words brought the slightly heated atmosphere back to zero.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at Mei with sharp eyes like a knife.

The air froze, and the illusion of friendship floating on the surface was torn apart, revealing the sharp tension and doubts underneath.

Mei didn't care about the hostility in the eyes of the white-haired conjurer, and said to herself, "If you doubt it, use your eyes to judge for yourself."

"Don't worry, Gojo-kun, we don't intend to stop you, just don't take too long, we don't have much time left, before dawn—"

"Let's talk about how to save Xia Youjie."

As soon as Xia Youjie said these three words, Wutiao Wu's expression moved slightly.

After a while, he let go of the gesture that he was secretly pinching the technique, and after taking a deep look at Yai, he dodged and disappeared on the spot.

The first grade classroom returned to calm again.

Nakahara Chuya walked up to Mei, and asked, "Meow." Is this really okay?

"Well, this is also impossible."

The silver-haired girl showed a slightly distressed expression, and spread her hands and said, "Who made Wujo-kun distrust us? Instead of letting us try our best to explain it, it would be more credible for him to witness it with his own eyes."

"By the way, do you want to bet, Chuya!"

Mei suddenly cheered up, and said enthusiastically, "Just bet on where Gojo Satoru will go first!"

Zhong Yuanzhong looked at Mei with no interest.

"Meow..." Isn't there no suspense?

Since he was once the patriarch of one of the three imperial families, Gojo Satoru looked for proof, of course that was the only place.

The Wujo house that they set fire to and blasted just now.

……

"Meow..." Also, don't try to change the subject, explain to me what is going on with the photo.

The big ochre-colored cat turned its head sideways, and stepped on Mei's cell phone pocket with a jio.

Zhishang Mei: "..."

Whoops, made a mistake.

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Gojo Satoru appears outside the main family's mansion.

At this time, Wutiao Mansion was surrounded by soaring flames and countless super-level spell spirits, and invincible magicians kept escaping from the mansion, but they hadn't run two steps before being grabbed by the ankles by scorched arms emerging from the ground. Throw it back into the fire.

The white-haired conjurer opened his eyes wide in surprise.

This was the first time he saw the Wutiao clan in such a mess.

As Mei said, 70 years is enough to change many things.

Most of the powerful magicians of the Gojo family died in the melee with human society and cursers.

Yusanjia, who claims to be superior to others, misjudged the determination of ordinary people and misjudged the situation of Panxing Sect.

As a result, he failed to steal the chicken, but was pecked in the eye instead.

By the time he reacted and protected himself behind closed doors, the family's vitality was running low.

In this regard, the other two families of the Yusan family are similar.

"A world where only conjurers exist, will it degenerate to this point?"

Wujo Wujo watched the tragedy in front of him expressionlessly, and his memory returned to the scene when he met Xia Youjie for the last time.

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The last time Gojo Satoru saw Xia Youjie was on the busy streets of Shinjuku.

Noisy pedestrians passed by them, and everyone was planning their own plans, such as being robbed of business by colleagues, family savings bottomed out, and the number of victims of mud meat killing increased...

All kinds of thoughts make up the body of ordinary people. They are so busy that they naturally don't care about the breakup between the two high school boys.

Even though they are so conspicuous in the crowd, such chambers face off.

It's probably another quarrel over something big and small, so high school is really good, it's time for this.

When a pedestrian passed by, he casually glanced at the two male high school students who were in a tense atmosphere, and then, like everyone else, looked away without interest.

These people will never know that the so-called big and small things in their mouths are their future.

"Explain clearly, Jay."

Gojo Wu stared at Xia Youjie, his six pale eyes showed fury for the first time.

Although he said that he would kill all ordinary people, even his parents, just for these reasons, probably only Wujo Satoru himself knew that what he was horrified by was only the behavior of his best friend's "meaningless killing".

"How arrogant, Wu."

"This is not a senseless killing. It is meaningful, meaningful, and even righteous."

Meaning, righteousness?

Wujo Satoru only feels the righteousness of a ghost!

He looked at his former best friend angrily, and gradually understood the fact that they broke up completely and could not be saved.

The white-haired conjurer formed a mudra with both hands, which was a gesture initiated by "Cang".

Facing the strongest ultimate move, Xia Youjie laughed instead. He walked through Wutiao Wu without avoiding it, letting his deadly part be exposed to the spell, with a familiar gentle and narrow face on his face He looked at Gojo Satoru, as if they were still the best partners in fighting side by side in the past, "Satoru, are you going to kill me?"

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, just stared at Xia Youjie closely.

He still looks impeccable on the surface, but the black-haired curse master who is familiar with him has already seen through the other party's wavering.

This is the fact that you don't need six eyes, you can see through it with only two eyes.

58 seconds, 59 seconds, 60 seconds!

The moment 1 minute came, Xia Youjie suddenly enlarged the smile on his face, "Unfortunately, you have no chance, Wu."

"Varied!"

The white-haired conjurer's face suddenly changed.

The magic tool prison door rein is activated.

The huge whites of the eyes opened behind Gojo Satoru, the pupils locked on to his movements, and the white spider web barrier bound his body, and even the magic power he was proud of was absorbed in an instant.

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth: "Jie, where did you get this kind of thing!"

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Xia Youjie put his hand on the shoulder of his former best friend, then pushed it lightly, watching the white-haired conjurer being swallowed by the spell indifferently.

"Xia Youjie!"

At the moment when the prison door rein closed, Gojo Satoru saw Xia You showing him a nearly martyred smile.

He said, "Wu, if I have your power, even such an absurd ideal can be realized, right? But it doesn't matter. Next, I will use my own way to achieve my goal."

"When the time comes, remember to come and see the future I dream of!"

……

"So, is this the future you want me to see, Jay?"

Gojo Satoru stood in the dark with his hands in his pockets, his six blue eyes looked down at the Gojo mansion in flames, his expression was indifferent, like looking down at a god in the world.

"Help! Who's coming!"

"Shut up! Where's the owner, what are the guards doing?"

"The demon species are all those disgusting demon species!"

Voices of resentment and curses came and went.

Incompetent conjurers, don't let the runaway curse spirit suffocate their vitality, the corpse will be swallowed by a more powerful one before it can give birth to a new curse spirit.

The super curse spirit roared, its pitch-black upper body was almost connected with the building of the mansion, and it looked like a monster transformed into a five-job mansion.

The monster with all kinds of eyeballs and limbs kept roaring, and for a moment, some of its eyeballs met the sight of Gojo Satoru who was in the dark.

Dungeons, demon species, captivity...

The six eyes, which can see through the essence of spells, looked at the monster, and honestly imported the collected information into the master's brain.

There is no need to look any further.

Gojo Satoru withdrew the curse power that his fingertips were about to cast, he looked away coldly, turned and left, leaving the screams of the crowd behind him.

A long time ago, no, for Gojo Satoru, it should be not long ago, he and Xia Youjie discussed the "right theory" about the world of magic at the high school——

[Conjurers must protect non-conjurers. 】

"No, Jay, I hate debate."

At that time, Gojo Satoru of the high school said to his close friend, "In my opinion, those rotten oranges in the magic world have a problem with their brains. Magicians will never be superior to others just because they have spells, and ordinary people who can't protect them, Just leave it alone."

Possessing spells does not mean that a spellcaster needs to sacrifice for a non-magician.

But what if one day, the rotten magic world twists and discards even the last, praiseworthy "theory"?

Then, change to another magic world.

In the second half of the night, following the Wujo family, the Zenyuan and Kamo also had captive curse spirit violence one after another?chaos.

No one knows what is the origin of this series of disasters, and the family conjurer who witnessed it has no way to speak.

As for those who are well versed in seniority and corruption, they were also devoured by the rampant curse spirit in the horror of "Impossible! Why is the six eyes of the Wutiao family in..." Such horror.

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Tokyo time 4:42

Less than two hours before dawn, a figure in black college uniform appeared in front of the long-awaited girl and cat.

By the way, at this time, Mei Tomogami was so bored that he started playing tricks with his cat.

After grinding for a long time, and finally getting the ocher big cat to agree, a certain silver-haired girl who was full of confidence lost ten games in a row.

Not only was he forced to delete all cat photos on his phone, but he also posted a white note for punishment.

It doesn't make sense...how can you not win at all.

Mei Tomogami, whose face was covered with papers, was lost in thought while holding a joke card.

Mr. Central Plains Mafia, who is well versed in torture and interrogation techniques, smiled without saying a word.

Just rely on you, an idiot who can't even tell a lie, if you want to win, heh, wait another 500 years.

And Wujo Satoru came under such circumstances.

His black uniform was as clean as new, and there was no sign that he had just returned from the scene of the disaster.

"Hey……"

Gojo Satoru pulled a chair casually, and sat on the chair backwards, with his two long legs slanting arrogantly on both sides.

With his chest leaning against the back of the chair, his arms folded on the head of the chair, he lazily raised his chin at Mei, "Tell me, what is your plan."

The silver-haired girl, who was about to lose No.11, took off the note on her face as if nothing had happened, showed a very relaxed smile to Gojo Satoru, and said in a brisk tone.

"The plan is very simple, just restart the world."