While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

high in the air.

Gojo Satoru hovered above the clouds, the wind blowing from all directions, the cold air enveloping his body, blowing his white hair back and drying the sweat on his forehead.

But the burning sensation within him did not subside.

The icy air enveloped his skin, but the heat emanated from his very bones, as if the bones themselves were burning. The colder the wind, the more pronounced the heat became, like a silhouette accentuated by the cold.

"no......"

He gritted his teeth, his magical power surging wildly within him, trying to suppress the intense heat. But every time he mobilized his magical power, the heat burned even brighter, like dry firewood being ignited.

"Damn it... damn it, damn it, damn it..."

His face was still as red as ever, from his ears to his forehead, as if it had been painted with red paint. His breathing was rapid, and his heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

If Lao Tzu loses control for this reason...

Countless images flashed through his mind.

Scene 1: Nanami Kento stands at the edge of the training field, watching him fall from the sky, and says expressionlessly, "Gojo-senpai, you still can't do it."

Scene 2: Haibara Yu runs over with a worried expression: "Gojo-senpai! Are you alright?" Then Tenen next to him grabs his shoulder: "Don't worry about him, he just drank the wrong thing."

Scene 3: Shoko is hiding in the infirmary, laughing so hard she can't stand up straight. The 'triumphant' smile on her lips is brighter than ever before.

Scene 4: Xia Youjie stood at a distance watching him, a half-smile curving his lips: "Wu, you're still so easily fooled."

No.

Absolutely not!

His pride erupted with unprecedented power in that instant.

He mobilized all the magical power within his body, no longer trying to suppress the heat.

His own sorcerer's forward rotation is attraction and reverse rotation is repulsion. He had long known the principle of spell reversal, but he could never understand why "reversal" could produce a positive effect on energy.

At that moment, under the dual impact of intense pride and feverish excitement, his mind, amidst the chaos, encountered a spark of inspiration.

Under what circumstances can a negative result become a positive result?

Multiply!

Two negatives make a positive!

Just as light always hides in the depths of darkness.

His magical power was reversed in that instant.

The curse power changed from dark blue to pure white.

Gentle and warm, like the afternoon sun in winter, carrying a healing aura.

Positive energy flowed through his body, and the heat, upon contact with the white light, was soothed by a gentle hand and quickly subsided, transforming from boiling to cool.

His body temperature began to drop, his heartbeat began to stabilize, and his breathing returned to a normal rhythm.

Gojo Satoru lay suspended in the air, looking up.

"...Is this the inversion spell?"

His voice carried a sense of understanding, like "I see."

He smiled.

The smile was bright, no different from usual, but there was something new in those deep blue eyes, like a door that had been closed for a long time finally being pushed open a crack, letting in light.

"I finally understand, the core of cursed power!"

on the ground.

Shoko tilted her head back, hands on her hips, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "Huh? Why isn't Satoru moving?"

Looking at Gojo Satoru lying on his back, swaying in the wind, something just didn't feel right!

She started to panic: "Could something have gone wrong?"

She looked at Tianyan in alarm: "Could the medicine be expired?!"

Haibara Yu tilted his head back, his mouth slightly agape: "Huh? Then Gojo Satoru-senpai is poisoned? What should we do?"

Tianyan's lips twitched: "How could it be expired? Besides, that stuff is a type of poison."

Nanami Kento:?

Tianyan shielded his eyes from the sunlight with one hand, looking up at Gojo Satoru. Based on the change in his curse power in that instant, he had already guessed that the other party must have mastered the reversal technique.

I don’t know if it was because of the stimulation Xia Youjie gave him before, but even without experiencing the great terror of life and death, he still successfully mastered the divine skill of reversal.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru made up for his last weakness!

Tianyan sighed in admiration, "As expected of the strongest, he can still grow under such circumstances. For a moment, I can't tell who is the cheater!"

Previously, due to those unforeseen circumstances that forced the team battle to be interrupted, the two schools did not determine a winner. Kyoto High School suffered heavy losses, so they withdrew from the subsequent competition. This meant that Tokyo High School was the final winner, although no one really cared about that anymore.

Tianyan thus completed the system's task and successfully obtained the reward: [Secret Technique: Heavenly Fire Three Mysterious Transformations].

He urged Nanami and Haibara to continue training, as he also needed to become stronger.

......

Kawasaki City, a secluded commercial street.

The afternoon sun at three o'clock should have illuminated the entire street, but instead, it was shrouded in an inexplicable gloom.

Tianyan stood in the middle of the street, his gaze fixed on the movie theater in front of him.

A strong, nauseating stench filled the air.

He recognized that stench; it was the smell of a cursed spirit.

The intelligence indicated that there were unusual fluctuations in magical energy here, and upon arriving here, it turns out that it is indeed a case of a cursed spirit.

He walked towards the movie theater, and the world behind the door was a completely different story.

The lobby was a mess. The glass of the ticket counter was broken, with shards scattered all over the floor. Most of the posters on the wall were torn to shreds, clearly indicating that something had caused a ruckus. But strangely, there was no blood.

Tianyan walked through the lobby and along the deep red carpeted corridor toward the screening room. At the end of the corridor was a double soundproof door.

Tianyan walked to the door and stopped.

He closed his eyes and sensed the fluctuations of magical energy behind the door. There was some, very faint, but very scattered, as if something had lingered in the air for a long time and had become one with this space.

He opened his eyes and pushed open the door.

The light behind the door was dim.

The lights in the screening room were off, with only the pale, flickering light emanating from the screen casting swaying shadows in the darkness.

A silent black-and-white film is playing on the screen. It seems the master tape is broken, so the picture is blurry and the content is not very clear, only the constantly changing light and shadow.

Tianyan didn't move, but stood at the door, his gaze shifting from the screen to the audience seats shrouded in a pale white light.

There were dozens of people sitting in the audience.

They sat there, maintaining the posture of watching a movie; some leaned back in their chairs, some leaned forward slightly, some had their hands on the armrests, and some rested their chins on one hand.

They looked like a group of ordinary viewers intently watching a movie.

However, they all seemed to be wearing various kinds of headgear, making their head shapes look very strange from behind.

As Tianyan got closer, he realized that things weren't as he had imagined; it was their leader.

Their heads, like candles melted by high temperatures, were kneaded, stretched, and twisted by some force, starting from the skull, into extremely bizarre and ugly geometric shapes.

Some heads were stretched into long, thin cones, as if they had been squeezed from top to bottom; some heads were twisted 180 degrees, with the back of the head facing forward and the facial features squeezed to the side. Some heads looked as if they had been split in the middle and then sewn back together, but there was a misalignment during the sewing, and the eyes and mouth were completely in the wrong positions.

Their expressions were frozen; some were laughing, some were crying, some were terrified, and some were bewildered.

But their bodies remained in the position of watching a movie.

Tianyan stood there, silent for a moment. These were not cursed spirits, but humans.

Transformation through non-action.

The word came to his mind.

A top-tier cursed spirit, a real person, possesses the ability to alter the shape of a human soul through touch. Those whose souls are altered will have their bodies transformed into bizarre, cyborg-like beings.

And these "people" in front of us have already been transformed.

In the darkness, more than a dozen of the dozens of bodies that were originally sitting in the audience seats began to move.

Their bodies sprang from their seats, moving so fast that they left only blurry afterimages in the darkness. Some arms transformed into sharp, fleshy blades, gleaming coldly in the darkness; others swelled several times their original size, their skin covered in enormous pustules that gleamed ominously under the light; still others had their limbs bent at unnatural angles, crawling on the ceiling like spiders.

Their eyes still retain traces of human features, but their pupils have lost all human reason, only a mad light remains.

They made indistinct sounds, a mixture of crying and howling.

"Help...help me..."

"Kill me...please..."

"No...don't..."

"Aaaaaaah!"

Tianyan's pupils contracted slightly.

He could sense that the souls of these cyborgs had been completely warped.

The "effortless transformation" of a real person touches the soul, not the body. The person being transformed has their soul completely deformed, their personality erased, leaving only an empty shell, a body that the real person treats as a toy.

The Reversal Technique can repair the body, but it cannot repair the soul.

These people are beyond saving; they are already living corpses.

"Feel sorry."

Tianyan's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"I can't save you."

All he could do was to free them.

There was no bone armor, no bone blade, and not even any magical power was unleashed. He simply pulled his right hand out of his pocket, his five fingers together, like a knife.

A cyborg lunged at Tianyan from the front, its right arm forming a fleshy blade that arced through the air, heading straight for Tianyan's throat.

Tianyan turned to the side, the blade grazing the hem of his clothes. At the same time, his right hand swept upwards, his fingertips precisely striking the cyborg's neck.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking is crisp and piercing.

The cyborg's head slid off its neck, its body still in a lunging posture, flying half a meter through the air before crashing to the ground. Dark red blood gushed from the severed wound, spreading across the floor.

The second cyborg lunged from the left, and the abscess on its back burst open in that instant, scattering dark green liquid everywhere.

Tianyan lowered his body slightly, the liquid sweeping over his head and landing on the floor with a hissing, corrosive sound. At the same time, his left fist slammed upwards, striking the cyborg's chest with pinpoint accuracy.

"Bang!"

The cyborg's chest caved in, and his body flew backward as if hit by a cannonball, overturning the back seat and disappearing into the darkness.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

They pounced from different directions, fast and fierce, but in front of Tianyan, they were like paper toys. His body weaved through the gaps in the attacks, each movement perfectly avoiding all attacks, and each strike accurately hitting vital points.

No hesitation.

Without hesitation.

He knew that these people were already dead, and the remnants of consciousness left in their bodies were just fragments struggling in pain, and those struggles would only make them more miserable.

So he acts very quickly, preferably so quickly that they don't have time to feel the pain.

"Click."

"Bang."

"laugh."

The sounds of cracking bones, impacts, and flesh being torn apart echoed in the empty screening room, like a silent, rhythmic symphony of death.

The black-and-white film was still playing on the screen, and the figures in the film who were still moving their mouths to speak were still unable to make any sound.

Silent light and shadow flickered in the darkness, illuminating Tianyan's face. His face, which was too calm, appeared particularly cold and stern in the interplay of light and shadow.

"boom!"

The west wall of the screening room exploded.

Bricks, dust, and concrete fragments flew everywhere, like a cannonball shooting in from outside the wall, blasting a hole nearly two meters in diameter through the middle of the entire wall.

A dark shadow shot out from the cave, moving so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in the air.

Tianyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

His body reacted instantly, and his magical power condensed into armor on his body, forming a thick layer of defense.

But the force of that blow was too great.

The dark figure's fist slammed into it, producing a deafening roar.

"clang!"

The sound was like someone striking a huge bronze bell next to Tianyan's ear, making his eardrums ache.

His feet dug two deep furrows in the ground, and the force propelled him backward for more than ten meters, his back crashing through the wall on the other side of the screening room, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.

His body tumbled several times in the air before landing on the commercial street outside the wall, where it glided a few more meters before coming to a stop.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure emerged from a hole in the wall.

That cyborg was completely different from the previous ones. It was twice the size of an ordinary cyborg, with bulging red muscles and gray, armor-like bone structures on its skin.

Unlike other cyborgs whose heads are twisted into geometric shapes, its head retains a near-human outline, but its face lacks human features.

Tianyan's soul power sensed that within the cyborg's body, multiple souls were entangled, as if four or five people had been forcibly stuffed into the same container. Their consciousnesses were tearing at each other and merging, forming a chaotic and unstable aggregate.

This may be why it is stronger than other cyborgs.

It appears that the real person merged the souls of multiple victims together to create a more powerful 'weapon'.