Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

Judging by the time, it should be time for Fuheshen to join the battle.

Unless he's entangled in something...

Thinking of this, Moraine stopped moving abruptly.

wrong……

wrong!

He casually placed the rabbit he was holding on the ground, letting it hide in Fushiguro Megumi's territory.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and walked away.

"Masked boy?" Zenji Naohito asked in a puzzled voice as he whipped the toggle.

"Can you handle this yourself?" Morion had already walked up to an invisible wall.

That is the outer shell of the domain.

Before Zenjiro could answer, Morion had already taken a step forward and passed through the outer shell of the domain without any obstruction.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, the area cannot trap people or things without Jujutsu power.

Therefore, Moraine only needs to convert all her magical power into spirituality to leave easily.

This is why Moraine left the rabbit behind.

After all, he couldn't convert the magic power of the escaped rabbit.

Seeing Morion leave without looking back, Zenji Naoki swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He laughed loudly, swung the Youyun stick in his hand, twirled it, and struck Tuogen on the head.

Chapter 22: There's no time to mourn Haruta's death; the next to arrive on the battlefield are...

Above Shibuya.

Golden butterflies freely stretched their graceful figures between the buildings.

Although, humans would probably find it difficult to appreciate this beauty.

Even the most beautiful butterfly will appear grotesque and terrifying when magnified to this size.

Her size was enormous compared to that of a normal butterfly; when she lay flat on the ground, each of her wings could fit one or two people.

Four or five golden butterflies, which appeared slightly smaller in comparison, surrounded her.

Each of them is the size of a child.

Following behind these large butterflies were even more small golden butterflies, seemingly hundreds of them, trailing behind her like scattered streaks.

Each butterfly glows, its light shimmering with a subtle golden fluorescence even in the darkness.

Each time the largest butterfly flaps its wings, pale golden scales fall onto them.

Once these scales detach from the butterfly's body, some of them transform into new butterflies, merging into the swarm of butterflies following behind, becoming part of the pale golden trail.

However, these little butterflies seem to have very short lifespans, dying in large numbers within minutes, which is how the population of this butterfly colony was barely maintained.

There was only one large butterfly, a few medium-sized butterflies, and hundreds of small butterflies.

They gathered together and slowly flew at a height of about three or four stories above the building, their postures relaxed and their dance graceful.

A car suddenly flew up from below.

Yes.

Fly up.

It was a man carrying a car and throwing it at the butterflies in the sky.

The man had black hair and black eyes, and a scar on the corner of his mouth.

In Shibuya, many people were watching this scene.

"Is this the butterfly curse spirit you were talking about?"

A chestnut-haired woman in a white coat leaned on the railing, a cigarette between her fingers, and looked up to ask a question.

She is Ieiri Shoko, the only person in the world of sorcery who can openly perform reversal spells.

She is the only officially designated healer in the world of sorcery.

“Ah, that’s it,” a black and white panda answered the question. “But there weren’t many of them when I saw them before.”

"Is that so?" Shoko Ieiri looked at the butterflies in the sky and the man who kept trying to chase her on the ground, lost in thought.

"So, Ijichi said that... no, that swarm of butterflies is a sorcerer's shikigami?" a man with a toothpick in his mouth asked.

"Hmm." Shoko Ieiri nodded, brought the cigarette in her hand to her lips, and took a puff.

"Didn't you quit smoking?" a bespectacled man standing not far away asked.

He is Ieiri Shoko's superior, her former teacher, and now the principal of the Jujutsu High School.

“Yes,” Ieiri Shoko replied lightly, “I was just thinking about… things from my school days.”

…………

Half an hour ago.

Revisit the shopping mall where Haruta died. In the lobby on the first floor, two figures stepped in.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a toothpick in his mouth, his face clearly saying "I don't want to go to work," and he was holding a samurai sword.

The other one is a black and white panda.

This is Atsuya Kusakabe, a special level one sorcerer, and Panda, whose name is simply "Panda".

“Ah, this is the place Director Ijichi mentioned.” Panda pointed to the second floor.

Kusakabe walked into the lobby and looked up at the second floor.

"A curse master who wasn't killed by magical power..."

In this world, sorcerers killed by non-magical attacks may become cursed spirits.

Haruta Shigemitsu's cause of death was "excessive blood loss".

He died because his stomach exploded and he didn't receive treatment, and the Mother Worm didn't use any spell power when it emerged from his abdomen.

Therefore, to ensure safety, Ijichi specifically notified Kusakabe, who was loitering on the outskirts, to handle the situation.

"Why didn't Ijichi finish him off then?" Kusakabe asked, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

"I heard it was so scared it couldn't move, and by the time it realized what was happening, the other person had already bled to death," the panda answered honestly.

“I see,” Kusakabe said, understanding. “A level three curse master, even if he becomes a curse, he probably won’t become much stronger.”

"Level two is probably the highest I can go."

“Not necessarily,” the panda replied dramatically. “I heard it was an experiment where insects ate up the insides of the body and then forced the person to remain conscious to undergo physical modification.”

"Moreover, due to the characteristics of this person's technique, he has seven lives, and at first he couldn't die."

The toothpick in Kusakabe's mouth almost fell to the ground.

"Ah...I see."

"So, according to you, it's not impossible for it to become a level one cursed spirit, right?"

The two quickly stopped on the first floor and looked up at the corridor above.

“Sure enough, there’s a sufficiently concentrated amount of cursed power on it,” Kusakabe said, biting a toothpick.

"Mmm." The panda nodded and raised its two front paws covered in blue boxing gloves.

At this moment, on the second floor, at the site of Haruta's mutilated corpse.

At this moment, his body had changed drastically.

Green vines had somehow sprouted from his wounds. These vines connected his shattered stomach and intestines, and linked his scattered limbs together.

A flower bud the size of three or four human heads was growing on his chest.

It looks like a chrysanthemum, but it's not quite the same. Below the flower are wriggling vines, a mixture of plant and flesh.

Perhaps it was because Haruta Shigemitsu was just too unlucky, or perhaps it was because his strength was just too weak.

Such a painful way to die, such intense resentment, coupled with the negative emotions brought about by the large number of deaths in the Shibuya Incident, are all too close at hand.

However, even under such extreme conditions, this created cursed spirit still failed to become a special-grade one.

"A cursed fetus?" Kusakabe and the panda simultaneously noticed the birth of the cursed fetus.

Instead of taking the stairs, the human and the panda jumped up from the spot, using the wall as leverage to leap to the second floor. Standing at the edge of the corridor, they saw flower buds that were about to bloom.

“It really has become a cursed spirit,” Kusakabe said, taking his katana and slowly walking forward. “Then let’s take advantage of the cursed embryo stage and finish it off quickly.”

"Okay." The panda waved its hands behind its back.

Kusakabe slowly bowed, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and assumed the stance for an iaido slash, aiming it at the cursed fetus in front of him.

"call……"

He exhaled slowly and forcefully pulled out his katana.

At the same instant, the vines on the ground also began to move.

Several vines blocked his path between him and the flower, while others lashed out at Kusakabe and the panda.

With a "snap," the sword under the sun was deflected.

Immediately following, several whips woven from vines lashed his stomach, forcing him to take two steps back.

The panda was no exception; it was whipped away by another vine and left the corridor.

The person and the panda were knocked off the second floor, flying backwards to the first floor before landing steadily on the ground.

The flowers finally bloomed.

It looked like an enlarged chrysanthemum, with a man's upper body growing in the center of the flower, where the stamen was.

The man was growing on a flower, only his upper body was visible, his hair was piled up in front of his eyes, and his expression was not visible.

“That’s the target,” Kusakabe said to the panda. “Is the flower… fixed in place?”