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

However, it's not wrong for humanity to retain its own power. After all, every group will have its share of scoundrels, and even those who were once victims will inevitably become perpetrators in the future...

Without Tsurugi, who is almost omniscient, they will need more hands and feet.

Well, only God knows what the world will become!

Then let God and their Demon King decide!

Hiroshi Nichisha closed his eyes and stopped looking, while the situation on the other battlefields was much the same.

Blood Demon Zenin Mai was locked in a fierce elbow-bending match with her older sister, Hanma Maki, and with Shion Ichiro, who was charging in relentlessly with his electric attacks, she was undoubtedly on the verge of defeat.

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After all, her spell was useless against both of them. One was completely covered in lightning and was immune to the effects of her spell, while the other was her only blood relative in the world, her sister. Even if she activated the spell, she would still be affected by the chain reaction!

So she let out a desperate shout and disappeared into the seawater behind her.

I'm done, I'm full!

The magical little deer was suddenly in a complex superposition of feeling both excited and annoyed by the fight, but fortunately, he had no shortage of people to fight in this world, and the muscular lunatic next to him was just right—so soon, they started fighting.

The battlefield of the demons of death has reached an even more stalemate. Completely devoid of his high school chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), Light Yagami is determined to remain hidden and instead frantically writes Death Note entries for Fushiguro Shinobu, who is controlling the Hollow Gundam, within his domain.

Meanwhile, the demonic creature controlled by Fukushiro was somewhat useless. Although its wheels spun like an electric fan, adapting to all sorts of creative ways to die, and it was being manipulated by Fukushiro to wreak havoc and verbally provoke others within the domain, Light Yagami refused to show himself even in death.

Light Yagami: How stupid and immature must I be to reveal my information so easily after being provoked a few times!

And so the situation remained deadlocked—it was fortunate that the power of the Otsuku curse was truly high; if it were Fushiguro Megumi, his father would probably have already died along with the Demon Hollow Card Gundam.

On the Gun Demon's side... he was the one who fought the hardest and most desperately out of everyone!

Tanaka Yuki is actually a kind and honest person!

However, he was facing Tiger Emperor, who had been in a state of deep cultivation for 68 years. In terms of numerical values, he had been stacking up his left foot on his right foot for a full 68 years, which made him powerless to help Dongjiang even though he wanted to go to the moon.

In short, one nuclear bomb after another exploded. Although Tiger Emperor was not completely unharmed, with his power already at the level of a city-destroying force, he was enough to hold his own against Gun Demon for a very long time.

Tiger Emperor: I can elbow you for a year!!!

And in this complex and chaotic, yet remarkably evenly matched, battle—

A terrifying beam of light pierced through the moon.

All battles ceased instantly, and all eyes turned to that spot. In the instant the light on the moon faded, a spell enveloped the entire moon.

"Hey, are you crazy? How could you use a move from the Giant of Light?!"

Gojo Satoru, sweating profusely, complained as he looked at the moon, which had nearly been pierced and torn apart by the light.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see your expression when you couldn't hold it in anymore," Tsugumi said, lowering her hand and grinning.

"And I think I've already won. After all, with the Unscrupulous Technique alone, you should be dead by now."

Gojo Satoru seemed somewhat unconvinced, but Tsugumi was indeed right; he had only managed to withstand that excessive attack by activating the Chaos and Harmony technique.

"What, you don't want to continue fighting with me?" Gojo Satoru said, sounding somewhat annoyed, like a disgruntled child.

"Yeah, I just suddenly don't want to play anymore," Tsugumi shrugged.

"After elbowing you for a while, I realized that the experience was just so-so. Maybe it's because I had already elbowed my good bro before you and was already full."

He pointed at Gojo and laughed.

"Do you expect me to punch you and then go on for tens of thousands of words explaining some kind of technique? Forget it, I prefer a more direct approach."

"If you had taken that move I just made, you would have won, but since you didn't, I won, that's all!"

"So now you're no longer qualified to be a dessert."

"Ugh, you're really infuriating!" Gojo Satoru said unhappily, then raised his hands.

"Then take this one last hit. After I've finished you off, I'm going to find Jack in other timelines..."

"Domain Expansion - Immense Numbers!!!"

In an instant, countless timelines unfolded before Tsurugi's eyes.

In short, the Chaos and Harmony Technique is a wish-granting machine, and its essence is to communicate with the world to obtain answers to problems. As long as you have incantation power, it is an omnipotent technique.

In Dongjiang's view, this ability to communicate with the world itself is a dispensable gimmick—after all, the places he goes to are usually places where the world takes the initiative to communicate with him.

The new realm that Gojo Satoru has developed has quite interesting effects. As for the observation of the world itself? It's worth using!

So, I got angry!

Having taken the spell formula that Gojo Gomei had practically handed to her, Tsugumi abandoned any further thoughts, but—

"Since your students are so responsible, they should be included in the human management project in the future."

"If you don't do a good job, the punishment will be doubled!"

Without hesitation, Tsuruga forcibly granted the demon sympathizers to the warlocks who elbowed his demons, and then used the Chaos and Harmony spell to forcibly convert them all into half-demons.

Since you claim to be demonstrating the extent of humanity's retaliation against demons, then let them live as the opposing forces of humanity to demons.

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Since you claim to be demonstrating the extent of humanity's retaliation against demons, then let them live as the opposing forces of humanity to demons.

Their future goal is to strike back at those demons who will fall into depravity and become lawless, which can be seen as a kind of insurance that Tsurugi provides for humanity in this world.

In short, he was too lazy to deal with any more—it was too wet!

Then, he left the world of Spellbound Wars.

His physical form still exists in that world, and he can descend again if he so desires.

But—there's no need for that anymore, let's just leave it at that.

He had already gained enough from the Jujutsu Kaisen world. Although it was a weak world, the benefits it provided and the knowledge that Tsugumi gained were invaluable.

Moreover, there's also...

"Rua, where did this dog come from!"

Asmodeus, who was suffering under the weight of the gates of heaven, saw Azazel lecherously approaching him and kicked him away.

Dongjiang, on the other hand, simply ran away, found a place, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Time for bed, time for a long nap!

Then—he had a truly bizarre nightmare.

Hmm, what do you mean Michael grabbed me, called me Sensei, and then tried to force himself on me?

Oops, God, save me!!!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I've finished writing the spell story. Tomorrow I'll write a side story as a transition, and the next world will be a shorter REO story.

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616. What does it mean to say Michael is my wife? Nightmare, get out! Get out!

"Sensei? Sensei?"

Cold, shivering

Tsurugi remembered that he was fast asleep, and in his hazy state, he heard a voice calling his name.

Why does it feel so strangely familiar?

Warm sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Tsurugi groggily opened her eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Her head felt heavy and sluggish, as if it had been stuffed with cotton, making even her thoughts dull and slow.

Wait, am I rebuilding heaven? Where am I?

"Ah, teacher! You're finally awake!"

A clear, slightly coquettish voice exploded in his ear. Tsurugi subconsciously turned his head and saw a face so delicate it looked like a doll's was very close to his. Long, pinkish-purple hair fell down, almost brushing against his cheek, and his amethyst-like eyes were filled with joy and some indescribable expectation.

“Sensei, you know what? Nagisa lectured us again today, saying things like, ‘Mika-kun, you’ve been too lax lately.’ Honestly, I’ve been working really hard! And also, the Justice Realization Committee confiscated the snacks from the tea party, saying they’re checking for any suspicious additives. That’s clearly discrimination against us…”

This Tsurugi Moming—no, the very familiar 'girl'—was leaning forward, her hands braced against the edge of the bed, talking rapidly. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, sometimes puffing out her cheeks in a huff, sometimes flashing a sly smile, like a little bird hopping and skipping in the sunlight.

Tsugumi stared blankly at her, trying to revive her malfunctioning brain.

It's starting up, starting in progress, about to start!

"...So, teacher, what do you think I should do? Hey, teacher? Are you listening?"

The girl finally noticed the teacher's unusual expression, blinking her eyes and looking at him expectantly.

"Michael, did Beelzebub take your brain and eat it? What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

Tsugumi's brain finally started working, but it was probably completely unable to imagine or understand the scene before her, which caused it to crash.

After all, who could resist Michael suddenly acting like a woman and acting all cute in front of them?

"Huh? Michael? Who?"

Michael blinked, then blinked again, as if he had heard a word he couldn't understand at all. He leaned back slightly, and a look of confusion, followed by surprise, and then disbelief flashed in his beautiful purple eyes.

“Sen, Sensei…you're joking, right? I'm Mika, Mika Seien, your—”

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Because the blankness on Tsugumi's face was too real—a blankness tinged with apology, a desperate attempt to recall yet unable to remember anything. This was no joke. Sensei genuinely didn't remember her.

Mika opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in that instant, a thought so audacious that even she herself felt it was a bit excessive suddenly rushed into her mind. That thought, like a little devil with a tail, fluttered its wings in her heart.

Her expression began to subtly change.

First, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was desperately trying to hold back something. Then, his purple eyes slowly narrowed, curving into two crescent moons. The curve of his mouth grew wider and wider, until it became a sly, fox-like expression, as if he was trying hard to suppress a laugh but was about to burst out laughing.

"Cough cough."

Mika cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure, but the smile in her eyes and brows was impossible to hide. She reached out and smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt, then—very naturally—sat into Tsurugi's lap.

A soft, warm weight rested on her lap, and Mika adjusted herself to a comfortable position, turning to face him. Her long, pinkish-purple hair swayed gently with her movements, the ends brushing against Tsurue's hand, carrying a faint scent of lily of the valley.

However, Tsurugi reacted like a dead person, his body stiffened and his brain remained in a state of continuous paralysis.

Then Mika reached out and gently touched Tsugumi's cheek with her fingertips, then slowly moved upwards, tenderly brushing aside the slightly messy strands of hair on his forehead. The movement was gentle, as if she were handling the most precious treasure in the world.

“Sensei,” her voice became gentler than ever before, as soft as if she held a piece of honey between her lips, each word coated with a sweet sugar coating, “Have you even forgotten me? Michael, that was my name before.”

Dongjiang stared blankly at the girl in his arms. Her gaze was so focused that it gave him the illusion that he really was the person she was talking about.