Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Attaining the Great Luo Dao and achieving immortality through metal is essentially the final step that protagonists in fantasy novels take after overcoming countless hardships.

But to be honest, Tsurugi didn't feel anything at all.

The feeling of suddenly reaching this position is inexplicable; it's like finishing a game—completely calm.

Perhaps it's because he's still quite far from possessing the strength to match his rank; after all, wearing those seven crowns was far too easy for him...

After all, he actually prefers his own path of the Trinity to this.

But there's nothing we can do; shortcuts are just faster!

In short, while Tsugumi was using her original body to rebuild that groove world, Tsugumi, who was quite curious about her own characteristics, decided to take a break and slip away. So she chose to project her consciousness onto a certain entity with the same name that was related to her.

—It feels like logging into a completely new game with an account.

When Tsurugi opened her eyes, she saw a familiar person.

—Yotsuya Miko? Tsugumi looked at this company employee from his original world with some strangeness. Although he hadn't been back for a long time, he clearly remembered that she had become one of his succubus paladins when he last went back.

Why is she here? Did I go back to my hideout?

However, Tsugumi quickly realized something was wrong. The girl in front of him, Yotsuya Miko, showed no signs of being deeply modified by his demonic blood; she was still an ordinary human. She simply had an extra layer of negative energy in her brain.

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She was merely an counterpart from a different world, so Tsugumi quickly focused her attention on herself...

Did he descend this time in the form of a spirit?

Tsuruga frowned slightly as he quickly pieced together the situation of this entity that had descended—it was not a physical body, nor a living being, but a pure product formed from negative energy and a portion of fear.

The source of his fear is the vision of the parallel world before him, and the relatively faint fragments of other parts of the world. Negative energy is also a factor, and these elements combined should have made him a monster no different from an evil spirit.

The first isotope I chose isn't very good.

Therefore, he had no readable memories to help him figure out what kind of world this was...

Then Tsugumi turned her head and saw a Japanese monk with a stitch on his head rushing towards her.

OK, no need to read any memories anymore, I've already figured out what kind of world this is.

He watched as Brain Flower suddenly pressed his hand onto his body, activating the Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique.

The spell worked; Tsurugi felt his existence being pulled and shrunken as if caught in a vortex, but he had no intention of stopping it. Instead, he watched with interest as Shammu emerged from A…

Before activating the Spirit Manipulation Technique to devour it, [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error].

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent meaning. A direct translation isn't meaningful as it's impossible to translate accurately without context.

But the next moment, [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error.]

Over a thousand years, the skull has been sculpted, the sword has been laid bare, and the earth has been transformed. The ancient Chinese people, like birds, have sculpted countless creatures, their bodies gleaming with the light of the setting sun ...

His actions, in essence, were all driven by a desire for pleasure. All other purposes were futile; his true aim was simply to witness something unfamiliar that he had never seen before.

But in that instant, the wind stirred the ship's movements, and the ship's movements became increasingly erratic and chaotic.

He saw an endless expanse of red, devouring everything—light, sound, space, time, and even meaning itself. Within this red, nothing existed, or rather, the existence of everything was negated by this red.

Then he heard a voice—not language. Language requires grammar, symbols, and a system of agreed-upon meanings. This voice transcended all language; it was etched into the soul, a message conveyed through existence itself.

I AM THAT I AM — I am who I am.

This is an existence that transcends good and evil, existence and nothingness, and even "understanding" itself, proclaiming its name to an ant that dares to peek into its essence.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

He felt unbearable torment and pain; his soul wailed. He saw an endless, black tower, a bleeding tree of knowledge, and above that, an indescribable entity permeated the crimson essence of it all—

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent sentences. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Thanks to this body, which was never truly his own, he was able to... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.)

The moment the taste of blood exploded in his mouth, pain pierced his consciousness like an ice pick. The grip of fear loosened briefly, almost imperceptibly, and this brief 0.2-second gap was his only chance to survive.

"—Domain expansion." His voice was hoarse, unlike his own; it was a shrill cry as he struggled to suppress fear.

“The womb is everywhere.”

In an instant, a colossal pillar, a grotesque mass of twisted human faces and flesh, rose abruptly from the ground, its form a terrifying sight. However, the pillar itself was a jumbled mess of flesh and blood, its structure seemingly unrecognizable.

He succeeded; the instantaneously expanding domain forcibly separated the distance between the two, and then... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible. It appears to be a fragment of a larger text, possibly a corrupted or incomplete document.)

His domain, which is filled with hidden treasures, allows him to designate one of two stored techniques, aside from his own innate techniques, as the result to act on the domain. Naturally, he chose Kaori Itadori's anti-gravity mechanism.

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The next second, a pressure equivalent to thousands or tens of thousands of tons, carrying the characteristic of a domain that is sure to hit and kill, instantly pressed down on the cursed spirit and its driver! This one blow alone was enough to kill any sorcerer in this world except for Gojo Satoru, let alone the external release of the Reversal Technique, which is considered a cursed spirit killer!

Tsurugi lightly raised her finger and flicked it.

A current of electricity struck the sword.

The electric current pierced through his domain, instantly sending him flying. If he hadn't activated his 'Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique' beforehand as a backup, forcibly enhancing his physical functions with the leaping of crimson scales, this attack would have been enough to kill him.

Even so, the body was struck by the electric current, and its arms were instantly turned into black charcoal.

But compared to the injuries, the pain was much greater.

"What exactly are you? Are you really a cursed spirit?!"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Dongjiang ignored the brain-dead thing. He looked at his hand and frowned slightly. The origin of this body was indeed very bad. In his eyes, cursed spirits were just low-class trash.

Therefore, the power projected from the main body cannot be too much, and the conversion of magic power into spell power also requires some process. What problem does he have? It is the parallel world's Yotsuya Miko who is constructing him with spells.

He glanced at Yotsuya Miko, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, then looked at Ao, who had been healed using a reversal technique.

It doesn't matter; he's invincible after all. And... since I can manifest in this form of a cursed spirit, does that mean others can too?

Hmm... thinking about it this way, he really needs to study it carefully, so he can use it to lure people into his trap in the future!

Tsugumi suddenly became quite interested, revealing an expression like that of a child about to play a prank.

At this moment, the scene was filled with the sounds of countless people, their voices rising and falling, their voices echoing through the air. The sounds of their voices were deafening ...

So without hesitation, he... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.)

He chose to abandon the Five Sages Sealing Plan and directly sold off the real person and the leaking pot, because he had discovered something more interesting!

Tsurugi didn't stop him from running away because he was dealing with the problem of his source of power in this world—he finished it in about three seconds.

It's nothing. He simply projected a 'threatening video' onto all the screens in Japan through his own desires and power.

He gave Yotsuya Miko a little treatment, both physically and spiritually, then raised his head—

A blindfolded white-haired man stood in front of him, speaking in a tone so confident it was almost punchable.

"Hey, it's you, right? The guy who went nationwide looking for a wife!"

Tsugumi smiled slightly, reached out and pressed Miko's head down, looking at Gojo Satoru and saying leisurely...

"Don't worry about it, it's just a funny publicity stunt. Of course—maybe I really will have seven brides in the future."

"Come on, Gojo Prison Master." Tsugumi beckoned to Gojo Satoru with her finger, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"Is everything alright? Your technique looks a bit purple."

"You can't beat me, do you believe that?!"

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Among the group from the Jujutsu High School who are on their way to Shibuya

"Hey, why did the screen suddenly go black?"

Itajō stared wide-eyed at his phone, which had abruptly stopped talking. He pressed the Home button. No response. He pressed it again. Still nothing. Just as he was about to shove the phone back into his pocket and mutter a complaint that it was broken again—

The screen lit up

Itachi saw his phone automatically play something that he wasn't sure if it was a video or not. The screen showed a blurry black and red pattern. The feeling of being stared at was so intense that Itachi subconsciously took half a step back and moved his phone further away. Then he realized that no matter how far he moved the phone, the eyes on the screen wouldn't move away.

"Hey... Fuhei."

Fukuro saw Itachi hold his phone up in front of him, the screen completely black. But before he could ask, "What are you looking at?", a barely audible voice rang in both of their ears at the same time.

No, it didn't enter their ears, but rather it spread outward from their minds.

Itajō's eyes widened, then he slapped his ears hard—as if water had gotten into them. But it didn't work, because the sound wasn't coming from inside his ears at all.

"This is..." Itadori's voice was filled with confusion, "Fukuguro, did you hear that?"

Fushiguro Megumi didn't answer. He'd heard it too, but he knew the bizarre nature of curses better than Itadori, so he snatched Itadori's phone and forced it to shut down by pressing and holding the power button. The screen went black.

Even after they turned off the video, the whispers continued.

"We've been infected," Fushiguro said seriously.

"Wutong, this should be a curse-like spell based on the one on your TV. Destroy it immediately, and then—"

Ring ring~~~~

Before Fushiguro Megumi could finish speaking, a similar voice suddenly came from beside him. He turned his head sharply and saw a dozen screens arranged on a wall in the shop window. Every screen displayed the same face. Every screen was simultaneously looping the same sentence.

Dark red pupils overlook the streets of Shibuya from different angles, heights, and screen sizes, like some multi-dimensional being peering at the same world from countless windows.

This was just the beginning. Fushiguro looked around and then saw the large screen across the way, and other people's phones. Almost everyone's screen lit up at the same time.

At the same time, as if it were a premonition, the voice began its chanting.

Is this... a foreign language?

Perhaps it belongs to the dialect of a small European country, or it could be a cry used by some primitive tribe in a sacrificial ceremony, a passage from a heretical hymn burned by the church in the Middle Ages, or words repeatedly murmured to the wall by a patient bound to a bed in the deepest part of a mental hospital every night.

Or perhaps, it is something like a corpse of sound stitched together, something that is all of this stacked together at the same time, crushed and then pieced back together.

In any case, this is definitely not a language that Fushiguro Megumi knows or recognizes!

But Fushiguro Megumi knew that what was worse wasn't the strange language; the worst thing for them was that he understood it.

For a curse, knowing and responding to it means establishing an invisible link with it, and what happens after that is unknown.

He couldn't understand any of the individual words in that passage, but he could clearly grasp the meaning of the whole sentence. The sounds bypassed his auditory nerves and etched words directly into the language center of his brain, as if someone were writing on his tender brain with a red-hot iron.

"Seven Seals," "Seven Brides," "Dedicated to the Crimson King!!!"