Someone in the Multiverse, Transformed into Fu Hua at the Start Chapter 36

Faced with the pressure Sukuna exerted, Gojo Satoru offered this assessment.

Completely different—not merely a matter of cursed energy volume, but the very nature of the oppressive presence they brought. If Sukuna killed on a whim, finding pleasure in murder, then that other Shier simply didn't regard him, or humanity, as anything worth a second glance.

Just as that other Shier had called him a toy, it perfectly embodied the condescension of a higher species toward a lower one.

That said, his attitude toward Shier herself was entirely different.

Thinking of that stubborn curse possessing his student, Gojo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Caring about nothing except its own host—what a strange curse.

"What are you laughing at?"

Having tried to kill the two onlookers only to be blocked, and now the one blocking him was laughing, Sukuna's expression soured further. Damn it, he wakes up and finds himself in this predicament? If he had even a few more fingers' worth of power, this white-haired bastard wouldn't be so relaxed.

"Haha, nothing. Don't worry about it."

Gojo could tell at a glance that Sukuna had misunderstood, but not only did he not bother to explain, he seemed even more at ease: "I was just thinking about what to eat on the ride back. I've been busy with quite a few big things today, and if I calculate the time, it should be about time for the swap back, right?"

Aside from their initial exchange, neither had moved much. Sukuna knew that engaging now would only lead to humiliation—he had no taste for being beaten down—while Gojo had already gauged Sukuna's current combat strength and dismissed him as a threat.

If this were the only Incarnation, Gojo might still take it seriously—after all, it was Ryomen Sukuna—but... well, right?

With a comparison, Sukuna's level of power no longer concerned Gojo much.

As twenty seconds passed, the cursed marks on the pink-haired boy's skin rapidly faded, the extra eyes on his cheeks slowly closing, and his previously manic expression shifted back to one of dazed clarity.

"So it can swap back after all."

Gojo withdrew his killing intent.

"Ah..."

Itadori nodded, then rubbed his head in irritation. "But I can still hear him talking. It feels really weird."

"Just that is already fortunate."

Gojo reached out and tapped the boy's forehead. The boy's eyes rolled white, and he collapsed unconscious. Hoisting Itadori onto his shoulder, Gojo finally looked at the two behind him.

By now, Fushiguro Megumi had mostly stopped bleeding, while Amber stood quietly to the side, having witnessed the entire spectacle.

"Since you're fine, let's head back quickly. We need to treat you soon."

Looking at Fushiguro's condition, Gojo stroked his chin.

"What are you going to do about that person?"

Hearing this, Fushiguro forced himself to stay alert.

"Hm? You should know exactly what I'm going to do, shouldn't you?"

Seeing his serious expression, Gojo felt like teasing him and replied with a smile.

"According to jujutsu law, Itadori Yuji is a death sentence target, but... I don't want him to die."

Fushiguro forced the words out. "I know this is personal bias, but I hope you can find a way."

If anyone could stand up to the jujutsu world, Gojo Satoru was famously the most reliable choice—it wasn't even a question of reliability. Everyone knew that if Gojo wanted to, he could massacre the entire jujutsu world in a single day.

So if anyone could protect the death-sentenced Itadori Yuji, that person was undoubtedly Gojo Satoru.

"Haha, since my cute student has asked me, of course Teacher has to put in the effort."

Gojo gave a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, I've got experience with this. I just came from the Director's Office today, after all."

"Huh?"

Just came from the Director's Office?

Fushiguro blinked, looking from Gojo to Amber, who had just bandaged him.

Was it because of this girl? Did she have something special about her too?

But his mental state couldn't sustain further inquiry. All he wanted now was to rest, so he didn't press.

"Perfect timing. Megumi, take little Shier back to Jujutsu High. I need to make another trip to the Director's Office."

Gojo said, "Oh, right. Little Shier hasn't packed her luggage yet?"

"Um, Shier doesn't have any luggage to pack."

Amber was truly alone in the world.

"Good. See you at Jujutsu High tomorrow."

With that, Gojo didn't wait for a reply and vanished on the spot with Itadori.

Fushiguro staggered to his feet. "He's unreliable most of the time, but for now, it's best to listen to him... By the way, did that teacher explain everything you need to know?"

"About the jujutsu world?"

Amber thought for a moment. "He explained everything to Shier, and even handled the transfer in a single day. He seems like a very dependable person?"

She had initially held the anime stereotype that Gojo was unreliable, but after actually interacting with him, she found that Gojo was very thorough in his work, considering every situation for her. After a day together, she had come to respect him as a teacher.

Though Amber knew he sometimes pulled massive pranks on his students.

"So, only trust him when it comes to jujutsu sorcerer matters."

Fushiguro Megumi lightly touched the wound on his head, barely suppressing the pain, then walked toward the edge of the building: "Can you keep up?"

"Mm."

Amber nodded, and the two jumped straight down.

The distance from here to Tokyo Jujutsu High was considerable; to get back, they'd need to take transportation, but it was too late for trains, so Fushiguro bought them both Shinkansen tickets.

Finally seated on the train, Fushiguro let out a breath and looked at the girl across from him, who seemed utterly unsuited for life in the jujutsu world. He asked, "Has that teacher caused you any trouble? Like making you take on unnecessary responsibilities or anything."

"Huh? Not at all."

Amber hadn't expected Fushiguro to ask that.

"Hard as it is to believe, he's the strongest in the jujutsu world, and his judgment of people isn't off. Barring any surprises, you're probably someone with talent."

Fushiguro said, "But having talent doesn't mean you have to enter the jujutsu world. Maybe because he's too strong, he occasionally overlooks ordinary people's concerns."

"As you just saw, this world is cruel. Not being able to adapt is normal."

Amber finally understood—he was worried her introverted personality might make it hard for her to fit into this madhouse atmosphere.

"It's okay..."

Amber said shyly, "Even if Shier might not seem that reliable, Shier has her own purpose for entering the jujutsu world."

"Shier wants to use the jujutsu world's power to investigate something, and... Shier is actually pretty strong too!"

Though her tone was still a bit timid, Fushiguro could see the resolve in her. If he kept pushing, it wouldn't be kindness—just self-satisfaction.

"I understand."

He said no more.

Chapter 14 Xiao Shi: Everyone, listen up.

Amber encountered no obstacles entering the school. The campus wasn't large, but with so few students, many dorm rooms sat empty year-round. Though they lacked daily necessities, they were enough for Shier to sleep one night.

A lot had happened today, but none of it tired Amber out.

Yet, perhaps because it was her first time crossing over, or because in the previous world she'd never slept while using Fu Hua's body, now in Shier's body, Amber felt drowsiness wash over her. She had barely lain down before she fell asleep.

What she didn't know was that, at the same time, the Herrscher of Reason had also found a resting place to her liking.

"How is it?"

The Special Grade Cursed Spirit Mahito led the Herrscher of Reason into an ordinary apartment building, but once inside, it was a different world.

Pleasant sunlight, a blue ocean, and warm sand—the environment here was completely different from outside. Clearly, this was someone's domain, and with Amber's memories, the Herrscher of Reason knew this was Dagon's domain, born from humanity's fear of the sea.

"So-so. I prefer mountains over the sea."

The Herrscher of Reason voiced her opinion without restraint.

Hearing this, Hanami, who had been standing like a statue under a beach umbrella, looked over.

"Haha, looks like you and Hanami will have a lot to talk about."

Mahito grinned. "As I mentioned before, we're all cursed spirits born from human fear. I'm from humanity's fear of humans. The owner of this domain, Dagon, is from humanity's fear of the sea."

He pointed to Hanami and the figure beside her, Jogo, who had a pipe in his mouth. "Those two are from the fear of forests and the fear of the earth."

"You've got a pretty well-rounded lineup."

The Herrscher of Reason rubbed her chin, offering her critique.

"Mahito, is this the companion who'll help cursed spirits grow?"

Jogo rose from his beach chair, sizing up the Herrscher of Reason as he walked over. "I can't read you at all. What fear were you born from?"

"Me?"

The Herrscher of Reason wasn't surprised to be mistaken for a cursed spirit. She'd already set up a full-coverage AOE cognitive modification on herself—even if Gojo Satoru stared at her with the Six Eyes, she'd look like a cursed spirit.

After all, she planned to lead cursed spirits out into the open. Putting on a cursed spirit's skin saved a lot of trouble.

"You've got sea, land, trees, humans—all covered. I'm stronger than you, more capable than you, so of course I'm the sky!"

The Herrscher of Reason laughed, pointing upward.

"Hoh... you've only been born a short while, yet you're this strong. Being the sky makes sense."

Jogo accepted the explanation easily. Cursed spirits had no emotions—that was common knowledge among humans—but they were different.

And among those differences, Jogo valued emotion the most.

As his comrade, anything they did or said could be forgiven or supported. As the current strongest among the cursed spirits, Jogo had that kind of magnanimity. In fact, he wished more strong cursed spirits would join.

"Welcome aboard. By the way, did Mahito tell you we have a human sorcerer working with us?"

Jogo asked.

"No, no, I think you've misunderstood something."

The Herrscher of Reason shook her head, then smiled and spread her hands. "It's not me joining you—it's you joining me."

"What does that mean?"

Jogo looked at Mahito, who only shrugged helplessly, so he withdrew his gaze.

"In simple terms, your plan is way too boring. You keep saying you're some kind of new humanity set to replace humans, but have you ever actually thought about what happens if you push humans too far?"

The Herrscher of Reason asked.

"The strong survive, the weak are eliminated."

Jogo wasn't bothered by her question. "Even if we drive humanity into a corner, they won't be able to perceive the existence of Cursed Spirits. They'll only fear the disasters that strike without warning, from nowhere and anytime. That massive surge of negative emotions will birth even more Special Grade Cursed Spirits, giving us more kin."

"No, no, no. If you really push humans to that point, they'll just erase this entire country from the map."

The Herrscher of Reason laughed. "You don't actually think this world only has one country, do you?"

Jogo: "...Humans don't have that kind of power..."

"Humans absolutely do."

The Herrscher of Reason cut him off. "Besides, how exactly do you plan to replace humanity?"

"Kill all the Jujutsu Sorcerers... then kill people. Let their fear endlessly birth more Cursed Spirits, until finally Cursed Spirits walk the earth openly and freely."

"And that counts as replacing humanity?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Feeling that his ideals were being trampled, even though she was his kin, Jogo couldn't help getting angry.

"I'm just saying—is there any chance that this isn't 'replacing humanity' but rather 'self-gratification'?"

"What did you say!?"

"Put simply, even if you don't kill humans, Cursed Spirits are still running wild all over the earth. It's just that the existence of Jujutsu Sorcerers gives Cursed Spirits natural enemies. But think about it—if Cursed Spirits didn't attack humans, do you really think Jujutsu Sorcerers would bother with them?"

At that point, the Herrscher of Reason added: "Oh, except for those Jujutsu Sorcerers who raise Cursed Spirits for their own gain. We'll deal with those Rotten Oranges sooner or later."

Jogo: "...Humans are the pests of this world. Their living space must be crushed."

"So what you're saying is, while Cursed Spirits walk the earth openly, humans also can't walk the earth openly."