Jujutsu Kaisen: Draw Cards, Grow Stronger—And Keep My Simulation Rewards?
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Just then, the system's voice suddenly rang out in Li Shunchen's mind.
[Causal fluctuation: non-linear deviation detected at the "So-called classmates" node] Anomalous echo: as you precisely analyzed the cursed technique and perfectly reconstructed the report, the threads of causality underwent a violent resonance. Judgment: although the two suns high above (Gojo and Geto) have yet to regard you as one of their own, the coolheaded talent you displayed and your unique insights into the balance of jujutsu have touched the foundations of Jujutsu High. Causal expansion: Masamichi Yaga (homeroom teacher) has been forcibly drawn into your entanglement of fate. In the passing down of jujutsu sorcerers' traditions, teachers and students are also a "causal community" standing back to back. Bond feedback: due to the weighty recognition of a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer (future principal), the needle of fate has accelerated its deviation, granting an additional "causal observation opportunity" (uses +1). Current synchronization rate: 50%
Looking at the flashing "+1" in his field of vision, Li Shunchen felt his heart give a sudden thump.
This was a completely unexpected surprise. In the previous simulation, right up until his death, progress on this mission had remained stubbornly stuck on Shoko alone.
It seemed that although his previous self had worked hard, he had only been a diligent student in Yaga's eyes. Now, however, Yaga saw him as a genius.
"Another chance to get it wrong..."
Li Shunchen took a deep breath, his gaze gradually sharpening.
Against the terrifying being named Toji Fushiguro, one simulation was one life.
Now that he held this trump card, he could scrap his originally conservative plan to scrape by alive.
As for a way to survive with absolute certainty, the only one he could currently be sure of was not showing up at that time. But that definitely wasn't Li Shunchen's style.
Li Shunchen needed to become stronger-strong enough to not merely survive that afternoon, but even... kill his attacker instead.
[Consume one use to begin a simulation?]
"Yes."
[Simulation begins!]
[Simulation in progress...] [Although you made choices similar to those in the previous simulation, you were fundamentally different from who you were then, changing the course of everything.] [This time, there was no fumbling exploration, no failed scrap.] [That obscure, difficult book, Core Crafting and Cursed Energy Circuit Weaving, was as simple and straightforward to you as an elementary school textbook.] [Even as you read, you keenly identified several inefficient circuit designs in the notes and completed optimization plans in your head.] [Just one month.] [While your fellow students were still adjusting to life at Jujutsu High, and Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were still being punished with written apologies for damaging school buildings in a fight.] [You walked into Masamichi Yaga's workshop and placed a brand-new cursed corpse on his workbench.] ["Finished?"] [Masamichi Yaga put down his work, his gaze settling on the small figure, roughly fifty centimeters tall, on the workbench.] [It was no longer the crude felt doll commonly used by beginners.] [Before his eyes stood a golden-haired monkey clad in golden chain mail, wearing a purple-gold crown with phoenix wings and a tiger-skin skirt around its waist, with a wrought-iron staff planted in its hand.] [It was none other than an exquisitely crafted Great Sage Equal to Heaven · Sun Wukong.] ["Yes, sir. This is my first cursed corpse. I call it 'Wukong.'"] [You introduced it calmly, as though making a cursed corpse like this were perfectly ordinary.] ["I also made a few minor improvements. Although the exterior looks like monkey fur and fabric, the outer skin actually uses a specially made hydrophobic fiber material, and the internal stuffing has undergone high-intensity compression."] [You adjusted your glasses and spoke the most brutal words in the most rational tone.] ["This way, even if it bursts an enemy's internal organs in battle, the splashing blood and bodily fluids won't seep into the cursed corpse. Blood is difficult to clean out of monkey fur, but now all it takes is a rinse with a hose."] ["..."] [Masamichi Yaga kept feeling that something was off. What did you mean, bursting an enemy's internal organs so that the splashing blood wouldn't seep into the cursed corpse? When cursed spirits died, every trace of their existence disappeared, including their blood. What blood wouldn't disappear, then?] [He looked at the imposing "Great Sage Equal to Heaven," then at the student who had calmly spoken of "bursting internal organs" and "easy cleaning," and the corner of his mouth twitched.] [The peculiar dissonance of combining a mythological hero with an obsession with cleanliness made him wonder whether you were psychologically healthy.] [The field test began.] [Facing a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit serving as the test subject during a mission, your Wukong demonstrated overwhelmingly superior performance.] [You had optimized the originally stiff puppet movements until they flowed like water. Its compact, fifty-centimeter body gave it exceptional agility as it darted back and forth around the cursed spirit's massive body, whirling the wrought-iron staff cursed tool in its hands in an impenetrable flurry.] [With a clean, decisive strike at a weak point, the iron staff in Wukong's hands precisely pierced the cursed spirit's core.] [The Grade 2 Cursed Spirit let out a wail, crumbled into remnants, and dissipated.] [After doing all this, the little Great Sage Equal to Heaven twirled its staff in an extremely human fashion, then elegantly shook out its golden fur.] [Just as you had designed it, not a drop of blood clung to it, and it still gleamed gold.] [Watching this, Masamichi Yaga's nerves, already numbed by your earlier performance, were jolted once again.] [One month... just one month!] [This degree of completion, this design that perfectly blended personal style with practicality, even surpassed the level he, your teacher, was currently teaching you.] ["Shunchen... did you really only just start learning?"] [Masamichi Yaga removed his sunglasses and looked at you with a complicated gaze.] [Had Jujutsu High not already investigated your background inside out, he would even have suspected that you were an heir to some hidden family's puppet techniques.] ["Of course. It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, sir. The knowledge in your notes was extremely useful."] [You gave a textbook answer without a blush or a racing heartbeat.] [Masamichi Yaga silently put his sunglasses back on.] [He knew his own abilities. What he taught was basic scales, while what you played was a stirring composition.] [Good teaching could not possibly explain this. This was pure, utterly unreasonable talent.] [That evening, inside the workshop.] [Masamichi Yaga was staring blankly at a special cursed corpse with three complex core slots.] [You did not leave immediately. Instead, you had your Wukong stand quietly on your shoulder as you studied the structural diagram, clearly countless times more complex than an ordinary cursed corpse's, and suddenly asked.] ["Sir."] ["What is it?"] ["I keep feeling that the cursed corpse you truly want to make isn't a weapon built purely for combat like 'Wukong.'"]
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