A Merciless God

Life was like a series of interwoven multiple-choice questions.

Some were as small as everyday pleasures, like deciding what to eat for the next meal.

Others were as big as a crisis, when a disaster suddenly appeared before you alongside an injured fellow human lying on the ground.

All these things required the person involved to make a choice.

But no matter what choice they made when faced with those questions,

in the end, a lingering question would always take root in their mind.

[If I had done that back then, or if I hadn't done this, would things have turned out better?]

Regret was an emotion people often felt.

And Jujutsu Sorcerers, who frequently had to deal with trouble born from negative emotions, carried more regret in their hearts than ordinary people.

Whether they wanted to or not, most Jujutsu Sorcerers made their living on a knife's edge.

So their lives had more forks in the road than other people's.

Part of that was because they wanted to deal with curse-related trouble, but more often, the reason lay within themselves.

As people who bore cursed energy and were constantly steeped in negative emotions, they tended to think differently from ordinary people.

Their personalities were therefore usually far more extreme, too.

At that moment, after using the Wish-Bearing Bell Feixue had lent him, Mo Bai looked at the scenes before him.

Those scenes showed versions of himself who had taken different paths.

A version who had veered off course when he first summoned Nue in midair for the Subjugation Ritual, and therefore never formed a bond with Rover or Lynae.

A version who treated his shikigami as mere tools rather than his own shadows, and never chose to expand his cursed technique through Fusion.

A version who had been