I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod

Jackson was whipped to the ground by the minor nobleman, rolling around in agony, his mouth full of words of begging for mercy, as if his previous toughness was just an act.

I'm sorry, I overestimated you.

Amidst the silence of the public chat, this message drifted by alone, but Jackson didn't notice it because he was frantically shouting "Log out of the game" in his mind.

After the screen displayed the message "[Log out of the game]", Jackson decisively selected "yes", and the live stream went black, indicating that he had returned to reality.

"Damn! What kind of game is this? Does the pain have to be made so realistic?!" Back in his real body, Jackson was pale, and his body was covered in a fine layer of sweat from the whipping.

He gasped for breath, and it took him a while to recover from the pain of the whipping. He leaned back in his gaming chair, stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

"This game is so realistic, it will definitely become a landmark work in gaming history..."

Jackson sighed, recalling the pain he had just felt from being whipped. It was a game experience, but for some reason, his buttocks were still aching in real life.

He rubbed his buttocks, then deliberately waited a few seconds with his VR glasses in hand:

"With this level of whipping, the game character definitely wouldn't survive. This logout was too extreme; I almost experienced death... It's good that this character died; it'll be perfect for creating a new one..."

Jackson murmured, counting down the tens in his mind, when at that moment, a light, ethereal voice reached his ears:

"What whipping? I didn't know you had this hobby in private."

"Who?!" Upon hearing this voice, Jackson was immediately startled and sat up from his gaming chair. He looked behind him and saw a white-haired beauty in a black uniform and a pink-haired boy in a similar black uniform standing behind him.

He immediately slammed the alarm and shouted:

"Who are you? What are you doing here? This is trespassing! If you don't leave, I'm calling the police!"

"Call the police?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard a joke and couldn't help but laugh out loud. She covered her mouth and said teasingly:

"Do you think we came here unprepared? Let's see if the police arrive first, or if we take you down first."

Upon hearing this, Jackson's face paled even more, as if he had encountered the lawless criminal gangs of the area.

Hisahito Itadori then looked apologetic and said sincerely:

“Mr. Jackson, don’t be nervous. The teacher was just joking. We mean no harm. We came here for [the small world].

Chapter 189: The Bond Between Games and Individuals

Hearing Itadori Yujin's words, Jackson's tone softened a bit. He looked Itadori Yujin and Gojo Satoru up and down. Their black uniforms were clearly not something an ordinary person could wear.

"Who are you? I'll ask you one more time, why are you here?" Jackson remained vigilant; in a foreign land, he wouldn't easily trust any stranger.

Gojo Satoru had anticipated Jackson's reaction. She fumbled around in her pocket, pulled out her identification, and showed it to Jackson.

“I am a full-time employee of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. The game you played, [Small World], is suspected of being illegal, and we are here specifically to investigate this matter.”

Because he was very interested in Japanese games, he had systematically studied Japanese in order to experience the full game content. When he saw the "Advanced Teacher Certificate" displayed on Gojo Satoru's certificate, his face immediately darkened.

Jackson said quietly, "Do you think I look stupid?"

Gojo Satoshi didn't understand why Jackson said that until Itadori Yuujin reminded her that she had pulled out the wrong ID.

She gave an awkward smile and took out her Tokyo Metropolitan Government Office ID to show it again, which was the first step in gaining Jackson's trust.

However, Jackson was still baffled as to why he had been approached by Japanese government officials, and he immediately bombarded everyone with questions:

“You say [Small World] contains illegal content, but I didn’t notice anything when I played it. Besides, if you want to investigate illegal games, you shouldn’t go directly to the game studio. Why are you coming to me? I’m just a player, and I’m innocent.”

Regarding this issue, Gojo Satoru was also quite helpless. The game [Small World] simply appeared out of thin air. Although the official YouTube account's IP is in Japan, no matter how you trace it back, you can't find the specific address or person. It's as if that official account is a ghost on the internet.

Gojo Satoru briefly informed Jackson of the matter, then a serious expression appeared on his face:

"Because we couldn't find a game producer, we decided to start with the players."

Meeting Gojo Satoru's gaze, Jackson felt like a lamb being watched by a wolf, caught in some unknown conspiracy. He took a half step back, wary.

What do you want to do?

"Of course I'll use your account to log in to the game~" Gojou Satoru then smiled, seemingly amused by Jackson's overly serious expression.

This request wasn't excessive; in fact, it was quite simple. Jackson glanced at Gojo Satoru, whose inner thoughts were hard to fathom, then at Itadori Hisahito, whose eyes were as clear as a college student's, and nodded.

"Okay, I can lend you my account, but I have to warn you beforehand that my game character just died. Going in now will most likely mean creating a new character..."

"Got it, got it, that's perfect for me." After getting Jackson's approval, Gojo Satoru picked up the VR glasses without any hesitation, pushed Jackson aside, and sat in his gaming chair to try to enter the game.

"Tsk, has this guy always been like this?"

Jackson couldn't appreciate Gojo Satoru's overly familiar personality at all, so he went to Itadori Yuujin's side and asked him about it.

Hisahito Itadori gave an embarrassed smile in response to this question:

"Actually, the teacher is a very good person, but sometimes she has a habit of doing things her own way. Please don't mind her."

"I'm not that petty," Jackson muttered, glancing at Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in a gaming chair wearing VR glasses, hoping she wouldn't cause trouble in the game and ban his account.

Just as she was thinking this, Gojo Satoru took off her VR glasses, a rare look of confusion on her face, and shook her head at Itadori Yuujin and Jackson:

"There's something strange about this game. When I entered the game login interface, the game actually told me that I did not have the qualification for the closed beta test. The closed beta test qualification for this game is bound to an individual, and I cannot log in even if I use the same account."

Upon hearing this, Hisahito Itadori's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Does this game have a facial recognition system? Or rather..."

Yuji Itadori didn't continue speaking, but looked at Jackson. Clearly, what he was about to say was not something Jackson, an ordinary person, should hear.

But Gojo Satoru had no reservations and said directly:

"Don't worry, I don't sense the slightest fluctuation of magical power, so I'm 90% sure this game isn't the work of a magical spirit."

“Teacher…” Yuujin Itadori spoke softly. Since the time he entered the school, Gojo Satoru had repeatedly warned him not to tell ordinary people about the world of jutsu, but now she had actually said it herself.

Gojo Satoru, however, seemed indifferent:

"Don't worry, since this game wasn't caused by the cursed spirit, then that's the only possibility. So we need his cooperation for what's to come. Anyway, he'll find out sooner or later, so there's no harm in saying it now."

When Jackson heard Gojo Satoru say that the game was tied to the individual, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he could get rid of these two uninvited guests and play the game properly.

But the words "cursed power" and "cursed spirit" made him instinctively feel that something was wrong. When Gojo Satoru said that "he needs to cooperate with what is to come" and looked at him together with Itadori Yuujin, this unease reached its peak.

“What do you want to do? Even if you are from the Japanese government, you can’t force me to do something I don’t want to do. I hope you understand that I can contact the embassy at any time.”

These threatening words, instead of provoking Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuujin, made Gojo Satoru laugh as if he had heard a joke.

The laughter made Jackson uncomfortable. He looked at Hisahito Itadori, who seemed easy to talk to, and asked:

"What did you just say? What are you trying to do to me?"

Hisahito Itsuji said:

“Mr. Jackson, we really mean no harm. Perhaps you have already realized that the game [Small World] is very special. Its realistic five senses and NPC intelligence are simply a revolutionary product... But what if I told you that this is not a game, but an independent world?”

"An independent world?"

Jackson was taken aback. From the beginning, he had been playing [Small World] with the mindset of a player. Although he felt that the game was inhumanly realistic, he still subconsciously believed that it was a game world.

But after Yuji Itadori's reminder, memories of what he had experienced in the [small world]—the disdain, the inexplicable beatings, the contempt and abuse—flashed through his mind. Could a game really capture these real-life experiences?

Jackson didn't know, but at this moment his heart began to waver, thinking that an independent world was more likely than a game full of cutting-edge technology that was ahead of its time.

His expression turned serious, and he said:

"What you said is indeed possible, but I'm just an ordinary player. How can I help you?"

Yuji Itadori and Jackson both looked at Satoru Gojo, only to see her still laughing. Jackson couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Gojo Satoru wiped away his tears, pointed at Jackson, and said:

"If you had even half the courage you showed in the game, you wouldn't be a slave."

Chapter 190: The Best Arrangement

Jackson blushed, realizing that Gojo Satoru had also watched his livestream. To maintain his image, he quickly pretended not to care and casually said:

"Ahem... What are you talking about? I was exploring the gameplay, you understand?"

“Okay, you’re right. Now can you cooperate with us in studying this game?” Gojo Satoru had no interest in listening to Jackson’s excuses. She interrupted Jackson and stated her purpose directly.

Jackson wasn't annoyed by this. Although Gojo Satoru's tone was harsh, it at least gave him a way out. He asked:

"So what should I do now?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment:

"Do you have any extra VR equipment? I need you to log into the game and start a live stream. I will watch the live stream and tell you what to do based on what you see and hear."

"Is this all I have to do? It's not that complicated. As for the VR glasses, look at that bookshelf over there. They seem to be the latest model I just bought in Japan. They're still unopened."

Jackson pointed towards the bookshelf, and after Gojo Satoru got the unopened VR glasses, he put them on and entered the game [Small World].

However, this time he couldn't log into the game smoothly; the panel that appeared in front of him seemed to be the reason why he couldn't enter the game:

[Character has died. Please wait until 23:51:11 to revive.]

"So it takes 24 hours to re-enter the game after a character dies?" Jackson murmured, looking at the screen. He took off his VR glasses and said to Gojo Satoru, who was unpacking the VR device:

"Um, my character died and needs to wait 24 hours to revive. I don't think I can help you."

Gojo Satoru didn't look at Jackson. Instead, he opened the VR glasses packaging, glanced at them casually, and then tossed them aside with a look of disgust.

"My brand new VR glasses!" Upon seeing this, Jackson's eyes widened, and he almost rushed up to confront Gojo Satoru.

However, as a mere Muggle, he couldn't even touch Gojo Satoru under the unassailable rule. He knew that Gojo Satoru was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he could only carefully pick up the VR glasses that had been carelessly thrown away and cry like a baby.

"Well, look at you, it's just a VR headset, right? I'll send you a custom one later." Gojou Satoru couldn't stand Jackson's embarrassing behavior and said helplessly.

"Really?" Jackson was somewhat skeptical.

But Gojo Satoru didn't care whether he believed it or not, and continued to speak:

"Since I can only re-enter the game after 24 hours, I'll use this time to take care of some things."

For example, time in the mini-world is 100 times that of the real world. To prevent you from missing key events due to physiological needs, we will handle your eating, excretion, and safety issues.

From now on, you can work for us in the [small world] without any worries.

After speaking, Gojo Satoru grabbed Jackson's forearm without waiting for his agreement, then hugged Itadori, and with a flicker of his body, he teleported away from the rented house and soon arrived at the Jujutsu High School.

"Yujin, I'll be leaving for a while. Please take good care of him."