Someone in the Multiverse, Transformed into Fu Hua at the Start Chapter 34

"Fifteen..."

Amber reported the number without a hint of breathlessness or a flush on her face.

Although this body should be seventeen, and she herself was nearly twenty, claiming to be fifteen with this physique didn't raise any eyebrows at all.

Sure, Shier had a great figure, but she wasn't tall, and her face leaned toward the youthful type.

But the main reason was that the system had assigned her identity as fifteen.

Feeling his hand encounter a delay before touching the girl's head, only making contact after deactivating Limitless, Gojo Satoru realized her technique wasn't something like a nullification ability.

Of course, it could also be that she simply didn't keep it active at all times like his Limitless.

"Fifteen, huh. Still a bit young, but no big deal~"

Gojo withdrew his hand and continued asking, "Were you still conscious during our fight just now?"

"Mm."

Amber nodded.

"So, can you use that other you's technique too? What kind is it?"

Gojo casually threw out a question that pried into her secrets.

But this wasn't him bullying a little girl who didn't know any better—techniques in the jujutsu world weren't really something you had to hide. Even if someone knew your technique, it was often useless. Methods to counter a specific technique weren't easy to come by.

Besides, some techniques were just simple and brute-force, too straightforward to even counter.

"...It's Quantization."

Amber pouted. "I can only use a little..."

She was too embarrassed to admit her brain wasn't sharp enough to apply Quantization through physics knowledge and formulas like Black Amber could. As things stood, Amber's control over Quantization was limited to teleportation—anything more complex, and she couldn't wrap her head around it.

Seriously! Abilities that required brains were so annoying. Why couldn't they be like Tai Xu Sword Qi, relying on insight, or like Authority, where you just figured it out?

This ability worked great for Black Amber, but for her, it was pretty lackluster.

She really wanted the Herrscher of Death and Life's core...

"Quantization, huh..."

Gojo finally understood why his Limitless had been utterly helpless against Black Amber's slashes. His Limitless brought mathematical infinite series into reality, creating a hypothetical physical phenomenon where contact never occurred. But quantum mechanics...

Even though it was a branch of physics, its properties basically overturned traditional physics.

Gojo was a typical math genius—strong in mathematics, but he didn't have deep knowledge of physics, especially the quantum field. Still, he had some understanding.

And techniques required a lot of learned knowledge. The girl's embarrassed expression was obvious to him at a glance, but he wasn't the reckless young man he used to be—he knew when to see through something without calling it out.

"Techniques are usually engraved on the body, specifically in the prefrontal cortex of the brain."

Gojo pointed to his own forehead. "Using a technique means pouring Cursed Energy into it. But because of the Incarnation, when the other you uses her technique, she channels Cursed Energy into your chest area."

He gave a reassuring smile. "That means you still have your own technique waiting to be developed. Once you learn how to use Cursed Energy, awakening your own technique will come naturally."

But... setting aside what her own technique might be, or even if she had one, just this Quantization...

"My natural enemy, huh..."

Realizing this, Gojo laughed instead. "Looks like another Special Grade is about to show up. Those Rotten Oranges are probably going to panic~"

"Rotten Oranges?"

Where did that come from all of a sudden?

"Ah, just a bunch of old fossils who get in the way of healthy youth development."

Gojo casually trashed the higher-ups into the dirt. "They'll come after you a lot from now on, but don't worry—they can't beat you."

"Th-That so..."

Amber didn't have a good impression of the jujutsu higher-ups either. In Jujutsu Kaisen, the character she hated most wasn't even Sukuna the villain—it was those higher-ups who only held the main group back. Honestly, if not for the binding vow between Yuji and Sukuna, a lot of things later on wouldn't have gone so badly.

Ah... she remembered the Kamo Clan had a big influence on the Directorate. That Brain was the head of the Kamo Clan, right?

So that meant the Directorate was heavily influenced by Brain too.

"Alright, after all that exercise, it's time to relax with some sweets. Teacher's treat—order whatever you want~"

Gojo wasn't in a hurry to take Amber to the Directorate. Those Rotten Oranges were seriously annoying, and if he didn't lift his mood with some sweets first, dealing with them later would be a real headache.

"Thanks, Teacher."

Amber nodded shyly.

Speaking of which, half a day had passed. She wondered how Shi Bao was doing.

Chapter 10: The Herrscher of Reason Acts on a Whim.

"Ki... Ka... Kai... Star...!"

"Got it!"

In the shadow of a towering skyscraper, the Herrscher of Reason looked at the round, grotesque thing before her, its expression one of satisfaction, and finally broke into a smile.

'What are you trying to accomplish by doing this?'

In a single feather of Feathered Dust carried by the Herrscher of Reason, Fu Hua watched her actions with some confusion.

"Eh, if everything has to have a purpose, what's the point of living?" The Herrscher of Reason waved her hand, her smile unrestrained and bright. "I just wanted to see what this Cursed Spirit thing is really about. Look, it wasn't that dangerous, right? Negative emotions? I've got as many as I want."

'...' Fu Hua couldn't bring herself to comment.

Just now, the Herrscher of Reason had found a weak, common Cursed Spirit, then picked an Office Worker walking down the street. With her authority over consciousness, she easily filled the Office Worker's already unsettled mind with overwhelming resentment, then made it vanish in an instant, leaving the Office Worker thoroughly confused.

But messing with the Office Worker wasn't the Herrscher of Reason's goal. She mainly wanted to see what this so-called Cursed Energy and Cursed Spirits really were. In her little experiment, the massive negative emotions spilling from the Office Worker made the Cursed Spirit in her hand drool with greed. The Herrscher of Reason wasn't afraid to let it eat, so she tossed it over.

This nameless Cursed Spirit, which had lived in the sewers since birth and couldn't even compare to the weakest Fly Head, transformed into a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit under the Herrscher of Reason's manipulation.

Seeing this, the Herrscher of Reason found another person, used her authority to stir up more resentment, and fed it to the Cursed Spirit again. Repeating this cycle, the Cursed Spirit grew to Grade 2—already a fairly powerful one.

"Even at Grade 2, it doesn't have a stable, mature consciousness. It just opens its mouth and begs for food. This Cursed Spirit is way too hard to enlighten." The Herrscher of Reason rubbed her chin, then decided to directly invade the Cursed Spirit's consciousness with her authority.

Just as she expected, though immature, the Cursed Spirit had indeed developed a consciousness. The Herrscher of Reason wasn't afraid of a chaotic mind—she was afraid of no mind at all. So she simply went ahead and remade the Cursed Spirit's consciousness.

She didn't change much, just broadened its thinking ability.

Since this was her first time doing this, the Herrscher of Reason was a bit clumsy. But she was an expert in this field, and within five minutes, she had figured out the structure of the Cursed Spirit's consciousness.

"Herrscher... Herrscher of Reason, ma'am!" By the time she had raised this ugly ball's thinking ability to about the level of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old human, the Herrscher of Reason stopped. Watching its expression shift from confusion to reverence, the loss of her antique was finally mended by a rising sense of accomplishment.

"Not bad. At least you remember This Immortal's grace in enlightening you." The Herrscher of Reason clasped her hands behind her back, a satisfied smile on her face.

She hadn't wasted these five thousand years. Since Fu Hua had the title Crimson Kite Immortal, why shouldn't she give herself one? After years of wandering Shenzhou, swindling people—no, being charitable—the Herrscher of Reason had earned a folk-renowned immortal name: the Cloud Roaming Immortal. So calling herself an Immortal was perfectly fine.

"Yes... yes... Immortal, with a back like a tiger and a waist like a bear, Immortal, the money-dispensing child... pfft—!"

"If you can't flatter, don't bother! Your bootlicking landed on the hoof. Do you want This Immortal to teach you a lesson?" The Herrscher of Reason pulled back her foot after kicking the Cursed Spirit away, her face dark.

The Cursed Spirit had no idea why it had angered her. Wasn't this how humans praised each other? But it didn't dare argue, so it just lay on the ground, looking up at the Herrscher of Reason with grievance.

"Forget it. You're ugly enough to offend my eyes, so I'll let it slide." Too lazy to look at its face again, the Herrscher of Reason prepared to leave.

But then something occurred to her, and she stopped mid-step. She glanced at the Cursed Spirit again, rubbed her chin, and a plan sparked in her mind. "Right. Humans and Cursed Spirits split the world in half. Humans sit on their throne openly—why can't Cursed Spirits do the same?"

With that thought, the Herrscher of Reason turned back to the Cursed Spirit, still lying on the ground staring at her. "Tell me where the most Cursed Spirits are around here. From now on, you follow This Immortal, and your future will be bright!"

Elsewhere.

After finishing his dessert, Gojo Satoru called a car and arrived in front of the two. The Assistant Supervisor, Ijichi, who had learned from a text message how dangerous the girl was, had cold sweat all over his forehead, terrified that Gojo was tired of him living too comfortably and was looking for an excuse to send him off.

Gojo had no idea that this Assistant Supervisor, whom he bullied year-round, already saw him as a demon. He cheerfully waved for the girl to get in the car.

Fortunately, nothing Ijichi feared happened. On the way, aside from the girl nervously asking a few questions and Gojo casually answering, there were no incidents.

When they got out of the car, Amber followed beside Gojo, curiously looking around.

With Gojo leading the way, they encountered no obstacles. Just as Amber was wondering what questions she'd be asked, Gojo suddenly spoke. "I've already told those old geezers about you."

"Huh? Oh." Amber didn't know why he brought that up.

"They'll definitely try to talk to you, get you to say something that can be used against you, and then 'judge' you on that pretext." Gojo's smile turned a bit fake. "When that happens, all you need to do is say nothing and do nothing."

"I don't need to communicate?" Amber was taken aback.

"Haha, I'm your teacher, after all. And you've only just learned about the Jujutsu world. If you try to talk to them, those Rotten Oranges will trick you into a corner." Gojo's tone didn't hide his disdain for the higher-ups or his protectiveness of his students. "So you don't need to say anything. Even if they ask, just ignore them."

"...Alright."

"By the way, those Rotten Oranges aren't here in person. Only their Shikigami are left here. So if you want to vent your anger, wait until we leave, okay~" Gojo's last sentence was clearly aimed at Black Amber.

As they talked, they arrived at a dark room. When they entered, the door slowly closed behind them. Candles flickered to life in the darkness, illuminating dozens of folding screens arranged around the center of the room.

"So this is the child of the Special Grade Cursed Incarnation."

"Gojo Satoru! Why didn't you seal her and bring her here?!"

"Yuta Okkotsu was already the Director's Office's greatest concession to you! And now you've brought back another ticking time bomb! What exactly does the authority of the jujutsu world mean in your eyes?!"

Before Amber could react, accusations came pouring in one after another. The merciless reprimands and obvious hostility toward her made Amber extremely uncomfortable.

"Gojo Satoru! Why aren't you saying anything?! Why didn't you kill this thing?!"

Facing the barrage of questions, Gojo Satoru smiled—not the gentle, casual smile he showed Amber, but a cold, ruthless one. "Setting everything else aside, if the curse on this child suddenly gets provoked by all of you, I won't be able to protect the Director's Office, you know~"

Chapter 11—Companion Increase.

The moment those words came out, the atmosphere—once filled with all kinds of noise, clamoring to kill or seal Amber—instantly froze.

What was Gojo Satoru saying?

He couldn't stop it?

"Haha, unfortunately, that's exactly how it is."

Seeing everyone fall silent, Gojo Satoru let out a genuine laugh. "The curse inside little Shier is terrifying, you know. Without exaggeration, its nature is completely my nemesis."

From afar, a man from the Kamo Clan, stitches running across his head as he manipulated his Shikigami, furrowed his brow.

His name was Liao Ta, a sorcerer who had lived for over a thousand years. By continuously transplanting his brain into other people's bodies to achieve immortality, he had long been secretly pulling the strings behind the jujutsu world.

"A technique that counters Gojo Satoru?"

This sorcerer, who knew the ins and outs of every major clan better than anyone, couldn't help but show an intrigued expression. The Six Eyes had never been much of a threat to him—over the millennia, he had killed Six Eyes users before, though it required considerable means, schemes, and setups. But now, someone with Gojo Satoru's personality was actually saying there was someone who countered him...

"Don't joke around...!" another member of the Director's Office said. "You're the Six Eyes of the Gojo Clan! Know your responsibility!"