Someone in the Multiverse, Transformed into Fu Hua at the Start Chapter 44

Watching the other party charge in with clenched fists, Black Amber almost laughed out loud.

A pair of claws with black gauntlets and crimson nails materialized around her, and before Sukuna could react, they sent him flying back even faster than he had come, while black-red tendrils appeared again to slap him back into place.

"Good enough to pass as a ping-pong ball."

Black Amber sat down on one of the claws, while the other sent him flying once more.

At this point, even an idiot could see the gap between the two sides.

Just as that damn woman had said, he was now being toyed with like a plaything.

No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, Sukuna knew killing her was out of the question. This curse incarnated in a girl's body was like a loyal guard dog—despite possessing such overwhelming power, it insisted on some harmonious coexistence nonsense.

Aren't you supposed to be a curse!?

If not for the fact that Black Amber's Cursed Energy was pure and genuine, Sukuna would have started wondering if she was even a curse at all.

"For a curse, having a hobby of playing bodyguard to a fragile girl—you're quite amusing."

Though he knew he couldn't win, he couldn't lose face either.

Adjusting his landing stance, Sukuna no longer fell into the trap of being batted around like a ball. Instead, he touched down and taunted: "This game ends here. It was a decent warm-up before I come out to kill you. Rest assured, once I'm free, the first one I'll kill is your host."

Having dropped his threat, Sukuna immediately withdrew back into Itadori's body.

To put it plainly, he had no interest in being beaten up. But he had already written these two down in his book—both that damn woman and that self-proclaimed strongest mortal were now on his kill list.

The King of Curses suppressed his raging fury with no outlet, his face twisted as he waited for the right moment.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Matters Concluded.

"A third-rate curse using fourth-rate techniques trying to pull off fifth-rate physical combat."

Watching Sukuna retreat back into the body, Black Amber commented.

Sukuna, who could see the outside world, instantly turned red with rage, but he had already thrown his threats. As a strong being, he understood well that the weak had no right to speak. With his power not yet fully restored, anything he said would just sound like barking. Better to pretend he hadn't heard.

But one thing he had to admit—compared to this girl's unfathomable techniques, his own were indeed lacking in mechanism.

Damn it! To be humiliated like this by some nobody!

Black Amber couldn't be bothered to keep mocking someone playing dead. Seeing the matter resolved, she directly handed the body back to Amber.

Amber, afraid that if she moved too slowly, Itadori would die on the spot, quickly stepped forward and replaced the Door of the Other Shore with the Core of the Herrscher of Death.

'You don't need to rush.'

Black Amber was unhurried: 'The Herrscher of Death might not be able to resurrect people in Honkai, but in most other worlds, reviving someone is very easy. After all, most worldviews include the existence of souls.'

'Ah...?'

Amber was confused: 'But... I can't see any souls either...'

'Not seeing them just means you don't have that concept.'

Black Amber shrugged: 'We lived in the Type-Moon world for so long that we're very familiar with the shape and existence of souls. You didn't think we lived for thousands of years without improving, did you? Even if I only lived for a few decades.'

In the five thousand years since Amber fell unconscious, they hadn't just been holed up in the mountains doing nothing. During that time, they had continuously refined their cultivation and martial arts, often encountering lucky breaks and epiphanies. Compared to when they were first summoned, the three of them were now a completely different story.

Unfortunately, Black Amber had no physical form. Although Fu Hua had relented and taught her Tai Xu Sword Qi, it was limited to mental cultivation.

But even that alone was enough for her to defeat most beings.

Even more absurd were Fu Hua and the Herrscher of Reason. Their levels were far beyond what the original story could compare to. Black Amber couldn't see through their strength, but based on her estimates, even if they weren't Emanators, they were extremely close—maybe even already were.

'Ah, well...'

Amber had never really thought about this.

Mainly because she had no real concept of this kind of time. Forget thousands of years—even a few hundred was an incomprehensible astronomical number to her. Having lived less than twenty years, a few decades and a few thousand felt the same to her.

But setting aside impressions and facing it rationally, she could see the enormity of that number.

'So you don't need to worry about life and death in most worlds. With the Herrscher of Death Core, as long as the soul is still there, there's no one you can't save.'

Black Amber said.

'I understand.'

This was good news for Amber. She nodded, but her hands moved quickly, pouring the power of Creation into Itadori Yuji lying on the ground.

This was creation at the genetic level. Bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh from bone was a breeze. Unfortunately, it could only create, not modify... Wait, no. Though it was called creation, wasn't what was created up to the user? As long as the knowledge base was sufficient, modifying DNA should be easy, right? Turning men into women, big into small—that should be a piece of cake.

But unfortunately, Amber could only roughly and instinctively reconstruct and repair based on the target's own genes.

'Wasn't the power supposed to be "I think, therefore it is"!? Why do I have to study too!'

Black Amber: 'Powers in other worlds might be "I think, therefore it is," but in Honkai Impact 3rd, most powers require some knowledge... No, if you're just using them simply, calling it "I think, therefore it is" isn't wrong. But if you want to get creative, you need to use your brain.'

Amber was very dissatisfied. So dissatisfied that she got angry.

There was nothing she could do. That was the limit of a slacker's anger. She could do things she normally couldn't when angry—except for science problems.

If only there was an AI in the Herrscher Core that could automatically turn her thoughts into reality!

With the power of Creation, Itadori's eyes slowly opened. First dazed, then he immediately sat up: "Shier-chan!? Why are you here? And that curse... and Sukuna?"

"The matter is resolved, Yuji-senpai."

Amber saw his confused and nervous expression and quickly reassured him: "Don't worry, it's safe now."

"Ah... I see..."

Itadori scratched his head belatedly. He had lost consciousness when he was about to be killed, his heart full of negative emotions. Waking up now, it was inevitable that he'd lose control of his emotions for a moment. After taking another breath to calm down, he finally steadied himself.

"By the way, why is Shier here?"

He looked at the dormitory building, which had returned to normal after the domain was lifted. The two of them were now in the hallway.

Although it had returned to normal, the battle between Sukuna and Amber had still caused a lot of damage. Not far away, visible to the naked eye, were broken walls and rubble.

"Because the other me thought everyone might be in danger, Shier rushed back immediately."

Amber explained.

"Huh?! What about Shier's Special Grade Assessment!?"

Itadori exclaimed in shock.

"Compared to Shier, Yuji-senpai should prioritize himself!"

Amber was a little moved, but she still had to explain the seriousness of the situation: "If Shier hadn't made it back in time this time, Yuji-senpai really would have died."

"Sukuna couldn't beat that cursed spirit either?"

Simple-minded Itadori thought it was a matter of combat power. After all, both sides were Special Grade; it was normal for Sukuna to lose.

Hearing this, Amber didn't react much, but Sukuna, observing from outside, felt his blood pressure spike.

That trash he could kill in an instant was being lumped in with him? And 'Sukuna couldn't beat it either'?

"Sukuna is the King of Curses. Other than the other me, there's probably no curse that can beat him."

Amber explained Sukuna's danger, then clarified what had just happened.

Hearing that such a dangerous incident had occurred and that he had nearly hurt the kouhai he cherished, Itadori Yuji's previously relaxed expression instantly turned grim. He pressed his lips together, taking the evil nature of Sukuna seriously for the first time.

"I understand. I'm sorry for worrying you, Shier-kouhai."

Itadori wasn't the type to ignore advice. Knowing he had walked through the Gate of Death this time and would have died if his kouhai hadn't awakened a Healing Technique, he expressed his gratitude solemnly.

"By the way, what about Fushiguro and the others? And Shier's assessment."

Even though he took it seriously, that didn't mean he would ignore the situation of others.

"Fushiguro-senpai and Nobara-senpai were injured, but not seriously."

Amber said: "Because I was afraid Yuji-senpai might have an accident, Shier came here first. Since Yuji-senpai is fine now, Shier will go help Fushiguro-senpai and Nobara-senpai with treatment. As for the assessment, since that cursed spirit happened to be countered by my technique, it's already over."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go down together. And..."

Itadori smiled with gratitude and congratulations: "Congratulations on passing the assessment, Shier."

Chapter 30: We'll Win.

"No way! Shier was already that strong, and now she's awakened such a powerful technique!?"

On the return train, Nobara couldn't help but express surprise and envy at Amber's performance: "Being able to restore the body at the Genetic Level and decompose anything she touches—that's just cheating!"

Her technique, Cursed Spirit Technique, was actually a very rare and powerful one. As long as she had any body part of a target, even if they were hundreds of thousands of miles away, she could use that body part to deal damage to the target. The more critical the part, the stronger the effect, but even non-critical parts could inflict some damage.

But she herself actually preferred a fighting style that involved direct confrontation, almost never acting as a backline attacker.

She clearly shouldn't be fighting head-on, yet she always did, which made her want a technique suited for close combat, along with strong physical abilities.

"The curse... the other you inside you should also have a technique of its own."

Fushiguro Megumi was also a bit impressed: "That means you effectively have dual techniques. Unheard of."

"How nice... I wish I had a technique too..."

Itadori's face was full of envy: "Let alone an Innate Technique, Shier can at least use the other her's technique. Unlike me, I have no Innate Technique, and that bastard Sukuna doesn't seem inclined to let me use his technique either."

"Ryomen Sukuna isn't that kind of friendly curse... or rather, normal curses have an instinctive hostility toward humans."

Fushiguro said calmly: "Shier's situation is the anomaly."

Not only does the Incarnation provide its host with a technique, but it even protects the host when they're in trouble. Is this really without any cost?

Fushiguro always maintained a sense of caution about this in his heart.

"The other me isn't a curse..."

Although Amber knew Fushiguro's caution came from protecting her, she still felt a bit helpless.

Not just Fushiguro—though Itadori and Nobara had already accepted Black Amber and regarded her as a companion, they still saw her as a cursed spirit.

Itadori also realized what Amber meant and scratched the back of his head apologetically: "That's true. After all, you two have been in the same body since birth. She's also a part of Shier."

Although Fushiguro didn't quite agree, he nodded along to avoid making the girl sad.

"I think it's more like twin sisters than two personalities."

Nobara had a different view, but her emotional intelligence wasn't low either, so she didn't say anything else that would treat Black Amber as a curse.

Seeing them being so sensible, Black Amber's mood improved a bit. It wasn't because she was happy that Amber had helped change others' views or anything—it was just that the people she had saved out of goodwill weren't completely ungrateful, so she was just a little pleased.

Anyway, what did she care about the opinions of these humans? And Amber actually trying to defend her—how stupid, doing something so unnecessary.

He really is an idiot, isn't he.

Not knowing what Black Amber was thinking, Amber joined the group chat with everyone else and sent Gojo Satoru a message, letting him know they were all safe.

Although he'd already gotten the situation from Ijichi, Gojo was still happy to receive his students' report. He said he'd bring them souvenirs when he got back from his business trip, and also reminded Fushiguro Megumi that the second-years would be returning soon.

This narrow escape had generated a lot of negative emotions, which in turn strengthened the three first-years' Cursed Energy. But not every time would be this lucky—most of the time, they'd just end up dead.

With their emotions swinging so wildly, all three were visibly exhausted. On top of that, by the time they got back to Jujutsu High, it was almost evening. The four of them had dinner together, then each went back to their own dorm.

No matter what, they really needed some rest.

Amber was originally supposed to pass the assessment with Gojo and then take care of the curses the Window had spotted nearby. But since the first-years' ambush had interrupted things, Gojo didn't send her back either.

Those curses were nothing but a dish to him—he could handle them easily. Compared to that, Gojo was more worried about whether the first-years might run into other trouble. In this situation, the only one who could guarantee the safety of the Jujutsu High students was Amber.

Meanwhile, lying in bed, Amber couldn't help recalling the upcoming plot. It was probably time for Nanami and Mahito to appear.

Unlike last time in Uruk, since she already knew how the story would develop, Amber didn't feel much tension. She thought about taking care of Mahito early, and with that in mind, she drifted off to sleep.

But what she didn't know was that Mahito had no time to cause trouble right now.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! You're a born idol!"

Staring at the blue-haired girl on stage—dressed to look frail yet carrying a yandere vibe, her beauty undimmed by the many stitches on her body, which instead added a certain charm—the Talent Scout's eyes were gleaming.

"I told you, the people under me are no ordinary bunch."

Standing beside the Talent Scout, the Herrscher of Reason puffed up with pride, not forgetting to shout at the stage: "Mahito! Work harder! Don't forget our long-cherished wish!"

"Damn brat..."

Not far away, Jogo sat in the audience, grinding his teeth.

"To make curses visible to human eyes, and even raise their grade... Just what is this Heavenly Curse Spirit's technique?"