Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life...

Sherlock uttered a question with absolute certainty, causing Xia Youjie's smile to freeze on his face.

Seeing that he had thoroughly ridiculed his two best friends, Sherlock finally picked up his snail rice noodles again, calmly slurping them while watching their reactions.

Unsurprisingly, Gojo Satoru was as embarrassed as he was when he heard his nickname "Supreme Brother," and he laughed as happily as he heard Xia Youjie's nickname "Monkey Exterminator."

Amidst Gojo Satoru's maniacal laughter, Natsume's composure finally snapped. The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he casually pointed to the empty space beside him.

"Wu, let's go there and talk privately."

"Okay, Jay, you can't stay lonely like this all the time."

Without the slightest hesitation, Gojo Satoru accepted Xia Youjie's challenge. After stuffing the orange cake into his mouth in a few bites, he stood up and strode towards the open space.

Sherlock, on the other hand, calmly finished his snail rice noodles after hearing their act, and put the bowl down before saying to them with a playful expression.

"You can fight all you want, but don't involve me, or I'll be in real trouble."

As Sherlock spoke, he casually made a gesture towards the sky, and with the activation of the Space Stone's power, a powerful spatial slash flew towards the sky.

Xia Youjie, without his six eyes, might not have been able to see what Sherlock had just done, but Wujiao Wu clearly saw the terrifying attack Sherlock had just casually unleashed.

He scratched his head in a bit of a daze, then walked back and plopped down in the same spot again.

"That's why I said it. You people who know my story are really annoying. You can see right through what I'm up to."

Hearing Gojo Satoru's complaint, Sherlock calmly patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder and then spoke to him.

"Well, well, don't say that. Strictly speaking, you're a cosmic-level star. I've even cosplayed your image to cause trouble."

However, you should probably refrain from trying to use your fight with the Monkey King leader to unintentionally affect me and indirectly test my strength. Your lack of scruples is no different from being made of paper compared to a cosmic-level monster.

Even though Sherlock was telling the truth, Gojo Satoru still reacted with the same three signs as a cat: the cat was unhappy, the cat was upset, and the cat was about to throw a tantrum.

Sherlock, who knew perfectly well what Gojo Satoru was really like, calmly ordered a table full of desserts using a gourmet tablecloth, as payment for borrowing the other's image in the past.

What? You're asking about Xia Youjie?

From the moment Sherlock calmly patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder, Xia Youjie froze on the spot, his entire body tense like a spring, watching Sherlock's every move.

After all, Xia Youjie knew that Gojo Satoru's limitless power had now reached full automation, but the man in front of him could act as if limitless power didn't exist, which made Xia Youjie extremely nervous.

Chapter 758 A Completely Different Sakaar

Compared to Xia Youjie's tension, Gojo Satoru was quite relaxed. Xia Youjie was still nervously watching Sherlock, afraid that Sherlock would suddenly make a move, but Gojo Satoru had already begun to enjoy the dessert feast that Sherlock had brought out, and even learned to order food on his own without being taught.

Looking at these two close friends who were so different in age and even had completely opposite ideas, yet somehow managed to get along, Sherlock sighed helplessly before speaking to Xia Youjie, who was still frozen in place.

"Can you stop standing there? Come and order whatever you want to eat. And tell me where this place is and what's going on here?"

As Sherlock said these words, Xia Youjie's wariness lessened slightly, but only a little.

After sitting down next to Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie did not order any food. Instead, he took a cup of hot tea that Gojo Satoru casually handed him before speaking to Sherlock.

You should know the concept of parallel universes, right?

"uh-huh."

Sherlock responded while casually taking a piece of Gojo Satoru's edamame and cream flavored Kikufuku from the tablecloth. He had been curious about what it tasted like when he read the manga before, and now that he remembered, he naturally had to try it. He also separated Gojo Satoru, who was having a sweet fight with Doro.

Xia Youjie didn't pay attention to Sherlock's actions. After hearing Sherlock's response, he took a sip of tea and said to Sherlock.

"Now that you know, it's easy to explain. First of all, this is the end of the universe, Sakaar, which is known as the cosmic garbage dump. Most of the exiles, banishments, and abandonments related to space are destined for this place, no matter which parallel world it is."

But precisely because of this, the result is that the spacetime around Sakaar is chaotic and disordered, and even the concept of time does not exist on Sakaar.

You may have lived on Sakaar for decades, but to your original planet or to the universe beyond Sakaar, it may have been just a second.

It is precisely because of this that the same Sakaar in countless parallel universes began to gradually merge under such chaotic spacetime order. Sakaar, which was originally just a dumping ground and a place of exile, became the meeting point of countless parallel universes.

At the same time, countless parallel universes of Sakaar merged together due to the chaotic spacetime order, forming a four-dimensional world.

At this point, Xia Youjie paused slightly, took a sip of tea, and gave Sherlock some time to digest what he had just said before continuing to speak to Sherlock.

"Sakaar has a total of four dimensions: the Pure Realm where we are now, the Filthy Realm which is full of rotten things, monsters and death, the Chaotic Realm which is known for its technology and absolute freedom, and the Filthy Realm which is similar to the Chaotic Realm but even more chaotic."

Each of the four dimensions has its own administrators, and they rarely have the opportunity to communicate with each other. However, this is not absolute. Each dimension has its own rules, but they are all known as the endpoint of parallel universes, Sakaar, the cosmic garbage dump.

Compared to the other three dimensions, the Pure Realm we inhabit is undoubtedly the quietest and most peaceful place. Although occasionally impurities from the Impure Realm sneak in through dimensional rifts, it is still the most welcoming place for ordinary people and those with extraordinary abilities compared to the other three dimensions.

After summarizing his thoughts, Xia Youjie picked up his teacup again and took a sip, completely ignoring the astonished looks on Sherlock and Doro's faces.

You see, in Sherlock and Doro's minds, Sakaar is exactly as depicted in the movies. Their entire impression of Sakaar is one of garbage everywhere, scavengers, and the goofy, effeminate Grandmaster and the arena.

Sherlock had no idea that the real Sakaar was far more complex than he had imagined.

Seeing Gojo Satoru and Natsume Yuuki frantically devouring desserts across from them, Sherlock's lips twitched slightly before he asked them a question.

"Since you say this is the friendliest place, why don't you try going back to your own world?"

"It's very simple. We can't determine which world our dimension corresponds to. Without coordinates, even if we go back, it might not be our world. Moreover, the strange order of time and space on Sakaar is not something that can be easily broken."

After hearing Sherlock's question, Gojo Satoru took a moment out of his busy schedule to answer it. However, while he was speaking, Sherlock could clearly sense that Gojo Satoru was hiding something.

Sherlock, however, did not intend to delve into what Gojo Satoru was hiding; he simply unleashed the power of the Space Stone to sense the entire Sakaar planet.

The originally peaceful perception began to become chaotic the moment it encountered the sky above Sakaar and the boundary between the universe. Clearly, just as Gojo Satoru had said, Sakaar was an exception in the universe, and its chaotic spacetime order was not something that could be easily broken through.

Leaving is not impossible, but extremely difficult.

"One last question: what did you mean by 'unlucky guy' when you first told me, and why is this dimension so peaceful?"

Sherlock asked the two his question, and after hearing it, Gojo Satoru and Natsume Yuuki exchanged a glance and both smiled knowingly before saying to Sherlock in a cheeky tone.

"It's very simple. Most of the people who come here are either like Wu, who have the ability to create their own space, or they lost control and went berserk while researching their abilities and were affected by the chaos that brought them here."

Or perhaps they encountered something related to spatial abilities and were caught in the crossfire—these were just ordinary people with pretty good luck. In short, most of those who came here were unlucky, with very few exceptions.

As Xia Youjie spoke, he pointed to the bustling crowd downstairs, his eyes seeming to hold a hint of reminiscence, yet also a touch of helplessness.

In just a short while, Xia Youjie recovered and continued speaking to Sherlock.

"You should have read our comics, so you should know that there is an extraordinary technique in our comics called barrier technique. The reason why the Pure Realm is peaceful and can become the last place for us unlucky guys is largely because of that so-called barrier technique."

The masters of the four dimensions reached a consensus and set up a simple barrier around the entire planet Sakaar to allocate personnel. Those associated with darkness and death were mostly assigned to the Filthy Realm, those with technological skills were assigned to the Chaotic Realm, those with strong physical strength were assigned to the Dirty Realm, and the majority of the rest were assigned to the Cleansing Realm.

Of course, this isn't entirely accurate, so usually, while we're clearing away the intrusions from the unclean realm, we also take on the task of guiding newcomers who are arriving for the first time.

Sherlock didn't completely believe Xia Youjie's explanation, but he didn't argue anymore. Xia Youjie's words had too many flaws for Sherlock, who had seen the movie, and were clearly just a tactic used against a newcomer.

Moreover, Sherlock didn't believe that someone like the Grandmaster could cooperate with the other three dimensions, let alone allow them to set up barriers on Sakaar.

Judging from the fact that this place can still be invaded by the filthy world, it is clear that the four dimensions of Sakaar are not as peaceful as Sherlock said. Fortunately, Sherlock doesn't seem to care that much.

Moreover, this Sakaar is obviously much more fun than the original Sakaar!

Having gradually given up on thinking, Sherlock stopped paying attention to anything about dimensions and instead began to focus on the fun he most wanted to know.

"So, Xia Youjie, how did you get here, you spirit manipulator? Also, what did Gojo Satoru mean by what he said when he first arrived?"

As soon as Sherlock asked this question, the expressions on the faces of both Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru froze once again.

Chapter 759 The Misunderstanding Born from a Strange Mix-and-Match Combination

The reason Gojo Satoru acted this way was simply because the first thing he said when they met wasn't nice. Out of basic respect for the incredibly delicious dessert feast in front of him, Gojo Satoru didn't want Sherlock to know what he had just said.

That's why Gojo Satoru decisively chose to betray his teammates, sacrificing Natsumi Yuuki directly.

"It's very simple. This guy encountered a level three space-type cursed spirit. He could have easily subdued it, but he insisted on taking a risk and wanted to see what other tricks the cursed spirit had up its sleeve. As a result, he was killed instead, and the cursed spirit dragged him along and self-destructed."

But it's quite interesting to think about. What if... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, making a direct translation difficult. It seems to be describing a scene of chaos and uncertainty.)

With his past exposed, Xia Youjie's forehead veins throbbed instantly. He looked at Gojo Satoru with a forced smile and decisively began his counterattack.

"That's still better than you. You didn't even master the fully automatic, limitless style. Just because you were curious about whether the power of the Extreme Style would surpass your own Virtual Style, you ended up playing the exiled Sovereign Brother."

"Jay, do you want to fight?"

Come on.

As Xia Youjie also revealed his secrets, Wujiao Wu's forehead veins began to throb, and the two almost instantly became at odds, preparing to start their daily duel between best friends.

Sherlock watched the two of them react as if they were enjoying the show, without even trying to stop them. He decisively ordered a bucket of popcorn and sat down with a smile, watching the two, who were so different in age but still acted like best friends.

However, Sherlock was completely unaware that Doro, who was right next to him, had a smile on his face that suggested he was enjoying the show. He looked at his best friends who were banging their heads together and trash-talking each other, and then at Sherlock, who was watching the show from the side.

Doro's clever little brain worked for a moment, and he immediately decided to stir up trouble.

“!@#JPYJPY%@JPYJPY%?”

The unfamiliar language came out of Doro's little mouth, almost a one-to-one replica of the first words spoken by Gojo Satoru when he first appeared, except for the voice.

Previously, Sherlock didn't understand what Gojo Satoru was saying, so he didn't react. But this time, when Doro said those words, Sherlock understood what they meant thanks to his glasses.

'Hey! Are you eating shit?'

Sherlock: -_-#

Although Sherlock admits that snail rice noodles don't smell very good, he absolutely cannot tolerate you saying you eat shit.

Seeing that his best friends had already stood up on the other side, Sherlock, with throbbing veins on his forehead, put down his popcorn and stood up, looking at the two with a 'kind' smile.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you. Would you mind if I joined your one-on-one fight? I'm open to a free-for-all."

As soon as Sherlock said this, the two people on the other side froze in place, both looking at Sherlock with puzzled expressions.

It's unclear whether Gojo Satoru realized that once the fight started, he would definitely be the one getting ganged up on, or whether he saw Doro sitting there with an excited expression that said, "Let's fight! Let's fight!"

This shameless bastard cat actually thought about it for a moment and then decisively let go of Xia Youjie's collar, as if nothing had happened, and sat back down with a thud.

"Oh my, Jay, this little cake is so delicious! It's buckwheat flavored, don't you really want to try it?"

As she spoke, she exaggeratedly imitated a JK (high school girl) by raising a strawberry cake with her pinky finger, and kept blinking at Xia Youjie with her sky-blue six eyes.

Seeing Gojo Satoru's affected and coquettish demeanor, Xia Youjie's forehead veins throbbed even more violently. He summoned a cursed spirit, took a red three-section staff from the spirit's mouth, and turned to look in Sherlock's direction.

"Do you have a spare of that tablecloth that can conjure up food on the fly? How much will you have to pay for it if you break it?"

Sherlock: "..."

Seeing that Xia Youjie was clearly about to lose his temper, Sherlock had no choice but to forcibly change the subject in order to keep his food tablecloth intact.

"You all know what might happen next? Aren't you worried?"

In response to Sherlock's question, Gojo Satoru knew when to stop, immediately abandoning his previous affected and coquettish demeanor, and wagged his finger at Sherlock.

"I'm not worried at all. Even if I disappear, a new Six-Eyed will be born, so there's nothing to worry about. Besides, there's still Jay in my world."

As for how they knew the rest of the story, well, well, this is, after all, a place of exile, a gathering place for all sorts of unlucky souls from different dimensional universes. Finding some people who have seen the plot before isn't difficult.

"..."

Faced with Gojo Satoru's words, Sherlock fell into an unusual silence. How to put it? Although he had always known that the jujutsu Kaisen were a bunch of lunatics, after actually getting to know them, it was clear that they were seriously ill.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't reply, Gojo Satoru was a little dissatisfied. He put on his affected and coquettish demeanor again before continuing to speak to Sherlock.

"It just feels so unfair! You guys know Satoru-chan like the back of your hand, but Satoru-chan still doesn't know your names~"

Well, Sherlock initially didn't quite understand Nanami's assessment of Gojo Satoru as the "King of Shit," but for some reason, Sherlock began to sympathize with poor Nanami.

However, just as Sherlock was about to introduce himself, another sound suddenly came from the rooftop where there were only three people.

"Ah~ Even though it's the same person, seeing myself like this makes me feel a little sorry for the songstress and Nanami-chan."

"Wu, you've realized this a little too late. Also, even though he's not here right in front of you, you still need to respect your seniors~"

As two new voices appeared, Sherlock's gaze followed the direction from which the voices came, and he felt quite uneasy.

It's still the close friendship duo of Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru, but this time Gojo Satoru is a teacher version with an eye patch, while Natsuyu Suguru is wearing a high school uniform and has his hair in a bun, making him look like a delinquent student.

???

The moment Sherlock and Doro saw this newly formed duo, smoke began to rise from their heads, a result of CPU overclocking.

No, what's wrong with her mother?

Why are the junior and youth groups grouped together in this mixed formation?

Nima, young Wu and young Jie, young Wu and young Jie, no, do these two best friends have some kind of secret fetish?

Sherlock felt as if he had stumbled into some incredible play.

Chapter 760 The Famous Sherlock