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

People to people, people to people who have been transformed, people to buildings that have been tainted by curses.

Zenin Naoki, who can forcibly control the enemy for one second, works in tandem with Toudou Aoi, who can constantly switch positions, to continuously output control and damage.

Meanwhile, Nanami Kento and Itadori Yuujin serve as the main damage dealers, respectively targeting weak points and striking directly at the soul.

These two are respectively the "record holder for the highest consecutive use of Black Flash" and the future "King of Black Flash".

Among them, Yuujin Itadori is the most important, because only he can attack the soul and cause harm to the real person.

Furthermore, because Yuujin Itadori possesses the cursed king Sukuna within him, the real person is unable to unleash their domain upon them.

As long as he envelops Itadori Yuujin within the domain's range, the capricious Sukuna will kill him.

These four people working together almost killed the real person right here.

With a slash followed by a punch, Nanami Kento and Itadori Yuujin unleashed a storm of attacks on Masato, causing him to splatter blood and flesh and roll his eyes back.

But at that moment, he suddenly and strangely smiled.

Chapter 72 Virtual Form

Seeing this, Nanami Kenji suddenly felt something was wrong.

brush!

Zenji Naokijin transformed into a blur and appeared behind the master, raising his hand and placing his palm on the master's back.

Although we don't know what the real person is planning to do, we should just stop them.

click!

A one-second freeze-frame occurs, but the real person seems unaffected.

"what!"

The real person cut his own head off his neck, letting it detach and roll to the ground, unaffected by the projected spell's binding effect.

The head's mouth is facing upwards, and several shriveled "dried fruits" with human faces are coming out of its mouth.

These are his collection of cyborgs.

"Multiple Souls, Body Dissection!"

The cyborg rapidly expanded in his mouth, transforming into enormous fleshy snakes. These snakes had no eyes, only huge mouths at their tips, and each one could easily coil around a building and crush the tall structure.

The ground was violently lifted up, and one after another, huge fleshy snakes emerged from the ground, carrying the four spells from underground and slamming them into the sky.

Four stones were thrown from Nanami Kento's hands and landed in an open space not far away.

Four quick claps rang out.

Higashido Aoi followed closely behind and moved the four of them to a safe area.

The four of them did not stray too far from each other.

Their main concern is that they cannot stay away from Hisahito Itsuji.

Otherwise, anyone could be easily pulled into the realm by a real person and dealt with, turning into a cyborg.

If a cyborg at the level of a first-class sorcerer were to fall into the hands of a human, their current advantage could very well be reversed instantly.

Just then, a point of light streaked across their heads.

That's a different real person.

The clone, carrying Morion, swiftly swept across the sky.

"What's that?" The four of them couldn't see clearly, but they noticed two small things streaking across the sky, which looked like people.

Soon, the two fell from the sky, plummeting towards the area below where several enormous fleshy snakes coiled.

The clone swooped down at high speed, with Morion close behind.

Soon, the real person crashed into the ground, rolled once, and stood up. Before he could regain his balance, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Aha, got you." Morion's voice rang in the clone's ear.

Moraine reached out and grabbed his outstretched right arm.

"Weren't you always curious about what ability posed a threat to you before?" Morion's words echoed in the real person's mind.

Suddenly, the man felt a positive energy enter his arm.

Reversal technique?

"Ha ha!"

"What? It's just a reversal spell, huh? I was so worried." The clone laughed out loud.

He tricked Morion into coming here, thinking that he would create a clone to exchange his life for Morion's, but now it seems that even the clone won't die!

Feeling the positive energy flowing into his body through his arm, the clone decisively severed his own arm and jumped back.

Although positive energy is a sure-kill attack for cursed spirits, it must erupt from within.

"Idiot!" he laughed mockingly. "You don't think you're invincible just because you have a reversal spell, do you!"

Even the Demon-Slaying Sword of Moxuluo only works if it cuts through the target.

But Moraine simply stood there, holding up one finger.

"My spell has marked you. For the next five seconds, you have nowhere to escape."

Then, he faced the real person, clasped his hands together, and made a gesture.

"Huh?" The clone grinned. "Is that so?"

But in the next second, two voices rang out simultaneously in the mind of the clone.

"The Technique Flows Forward, the Message from the Heart."

"Technique Reversal: Telepathy".

The clone was momentarily stunned, then his expression suddenly changed. He rushed towards Morion, his still-intact left hand transforming into a sharp knife, aiming to stab at Morion's face, attempting to interrupt the incantation.

But it was too late.

The last sound had already flashed through the mind of the clone.

"The Gate of the Mind," "Ignorance," "Mount Sumeru in a Mustard Seed," "A Long Dream of Rotten Chessboard"

“The empty form is fleeting, like a dream that vanishes in an instant.”

The dagger that Morion's clone had conjured in his left hand stopped just an inch in front of Morion.

But he stopped.

Everything came to a standstill.

The empty form, a fleeting illusion, a great fall into the yellow millet.

This is a spell that Morion has never used on any living being before. Before it can be activated, the user must complete the following steps within five seconds: touch, mark, form a hand seal, recite the incantation, and say the name. The user cannot be interrupted during this time.

The effect will be activated after the process is complete.

After the incantation ends, the person under the spell must ensure that they are completely unaware of anything for the next second and that they physically lose the ability to think.

The entire procedure lasts for less than a second, so as long as you completely lose consciousness within that second, you will not be affected.

But, if we fail to do so...

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

In the eyes of the clone, everything stood still.

He felt his thoughts being stretched out, stretched out, and stretched out.

The feeling was strange; he couldn't describe it.

It was as if his memory was frozen at this moment, unable to move forward.

However, his mind was exceptionally clear.

His expression was half mockery and half astonishment, and it hadn't fully changed yet.

However, he now has a guess about what might happen in the future.

"No way……"

His thoughts kept breaking down, and he slowed down a little each time he got closer to the "next moment".

Time passed slowly, and the clone remained in the same position, standing motionless, unchanged.

One day, two days, three days...

During this time, he did not feel tired at all, and even his eyes, which were always open, did not feel sore.

He's just standing here, just "alive".

The clone kept reminding himself in his mind.

"This technique cannot last forever!"

"What's that theory about humans? Right! Perpetual motion machines don't exist in this world."

"Maintaining this spell requires energy, and that energy will eventually become less and less!"

The clone kept reassuring himself.

again and again.

A month has passed...

He remained standing there, his consciousness a cage, imprisoning him in "this moment".

He doesn't feel thirsty, hungry, in pain, or tired.

I can't feel any external stimulation.

He kept fantasizing, fantasizing about how he would torture Morion after he got out, fantasizing about making Morion pay for his sins tenfold or a hundredfold.

There is also the main body.

In order to kill Morion, they actually used him as bait, letting him be tortured here for so long.

He kept imagining, kept imagining...