Chapter 15 Blue is Indifference

........It's so embarrassing. I shouldn't have set such a big flag.

Gojo Satoru was lying in a pool of his own blood, waiting with difficulty for his newly awakened reversal technique to slowly repair the damage to his body. Now he couldn't even move a finger, and could only watch the back of the black-haired killer who had stabbed several holes in his body as he left.

I should have listened to him at that time and sent Naganoriko away earlier, so there wouldn't be so many problems.

Gojo Satoru felt as if a part of his soul had been pulled out. Most of him was struggling and clumsily performing the reversal technique he had just learned to repair the damage to his body and save his life. The other part of him was thinking lightly, as if a wandering soul had left his body and was looking down at the rescue scene.

He once thought that "praying" was ridiculous, just a pathetic trick used by mortals to comfort themselves. But when he fell to the ground, unable to move or remind his best friend to avoid the risk, he suddenly realized that all he could do at this moment was "praying."

But Gojo Satoru didn't believe in gods. He had no faith and didn't know who to pray to. He could only pray to himself, praying that he could recover faster and regain his fighting ability before the others were killed.

But it seems that God has withdrawn his favor to the "Son of God" today.

He saw his usually calm classmate running towards him in a panic, her brown hair stuck to her pale face by sweat.

He heard Jialiu Xiaozi curse. Her hand, which was pressing on his throat to perform the reversal technique, almost strangled him to death. His newly repaired vocal cords could only make intermittent sounds: "Jie..."

"He can't die. I'll go and treat him later. Now shut up and stop messing around!" Ieiri Nazori was running fast, panting heavily, her throat burning. "The Astral Plasma is dead, the mission failed, so can you, asshole, stop trying to move around, okay?!"

Ieiri Naoko practically roared, "If you weren't lucky enough to learn the reversal technique and still be hanging on to your life, you would have died long ago!!"

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything else, nor did he try to struggle. He just lay quietly in a pool of his own blood, staring blankly at the sky with his beautiful eyes. Ieiri Shoko almost thought that he was finally going to settle down.

almost.

"Surprised, huh?"

Gojo Satoru once again stood in front of the black-haired killer. Seeing the surprised look on the face of the man who almost... no, the man who definitely "killed him", his throat started to itch and he wanted to laugh wildly.

"Thank you so much, thank you for not chopping off my head. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to realize the reversal technique."

"If you want to thank me, please move aside. I'm already off work and in a hurry to see my son."

Fushiguro Shiro pulled out the weapon from the mouth of the cursed spirit that was entwined on his body, and cursed in his heart the high-dimensional creature that was hiding somewhere unknown.

He had clearly pierced the kid's femoral artery, throat, heart and brain at that time. Which human being could survive such a smooth series of moves?

What day was it recently? I saw two guys who were shot in the head by him and were still alive and well in one day.

Forget about that devil woman from another world, after all, she is not even a carbon-based creature, but this guy is a native of this world. When that high-dimensional creature adds a halo to this guy, can he respect human physiology and his professional ethics?

Although Fushiguro Shigeki admitted that he was indeed tempted to fight, he quickly suppressed it.

He has seen and experienced the strange methods of that high-dimensional creature, so he will never die easily and leave Hui in its hands. Her child is a blessing given to him by God, and he must not be a ridiculous and pathetic doll like him, a waste, toyed with and manipulated by the bastard world that came from nowhere!

Fushiguro Shiori wanted to escape, but Gojo Satoru, who was full of fighting spirit, did not agree. He seized the opportunity of a few tenths of a second in the battle and used a hollow style [茈] to completely block Fushiguro Shiori's way of survival. The thunder version of the purple killing move instantly tore a huge and hideous gully on the ground.

it's over.

Gojo Satoru landed on a ravine where the smoke had not yet dissipated. Fushiguro Shigeru could not escape his attack range, and no life could survive within the attack range. The battle had undoubtedly been decided, but the only surviving winner did not feel any joy.

......What is this?

When he held up the cold body of the girl whom he had boasted he would protect, when he was surrounded by believers who were applauding and congratulating the innocent girl's death, when he saw Geto Suguru rushing to the scene panting, breaking through the crowd, Gojo Satoru suddenly wanted to ask this question.

What is the purpose of our desperate efforts to exorcise the cursed spirits? Is it to protect this ignorant and vicious group of people so that they can stand beside the corpses of their fallen comrades and applaud, or to ensure that the higher-ups can continue to exploit the innocent people and strengthen themselves?

Gojo Satoru had so many questions in his mind, but in the end, the only thing that came out of his mouth was: "Should I kill them all, Jie? I can definitely do that now."

He didn't want to think about it anymore, so he simply handed over the compass of good and evil in his heart to his most "correct" friend.

"No."

Geto Suguru was silent for a long time, and his answer sounded like a panicked sigh.

So the pointer of good and evil stayed on the side of good, the curtain fell on this most important "play", and the Creator closed his eyes.

"It's finally finished."

When they returned to the high school's medical room and were about to put Tennen Riko into a body bag on the operating table, in front of the horrified gazes of Gojo Satoru, Geto Kagome, and Ieiri Shoko, Tennen Riko, who had already died, sighed and "melted" into a meaningless black shadow. The shadow swirled and twisted, forming a person they had never expected.

"Ghost... why are you doing this?"

Gojo Satoru held a white handkerchief with a gloomy expression. He had originally taken it out to cover the face of the corpse of "Tenno Riko". When the "corpse" disappeared, the handkerchief physically fell into his palm.

The blue-skinned woman, surrounded by flying black hair like a spirit snake, stretched lazily. The scene was indeed a bit eerie. "Because I don't want to lie down anymore. Playing corpse is tiring."

"That's not funny."

Geto Suguru felt that he had fallen to the ground from the broken and erratic feeling he had before, and his soul was fixed to the world by the anger that was climbing up to his internal organs. He glared angrily.

"Where is Riko's body?"

Seeing the anger in the two children's eyes almost materializing, Cheng Xiaoyu knew they were truly furious this time. "There's no body. There wasn't one from the beginning. The Tenriko you picked up is me. I found her before you did."

Geto Suguru: "So the real Riko is still alive?"

Cheng Xiaoyu: "Alive and well."

Gojo Satoru scrutinized Cheng Xiaoyu with a sharp gaze. "Since your goal is the same as ours, why didn't you tell us right from the start? Why did you go to all that trouble to fake a corpse and deceive us? Were you just doing it for fun? You don't seem like such a boring person."

Although this woman surnamed Cheng always looks careless and unreliable, and seems to have a bad personality and does things as she pleases, Gojo Satoru keenly realizes that her improper actions have a purpose. Even if the other party may not notice it immediately, she will most likely achieve her goal.

In fact, unlike the fun-loving image that the Ghost Queen presents, she actually hates useless troubles and pursues more efficient actions in her bones.

She told Geto Suguru and herself that she would be a father in the future. On the surface, she wanted to amuse herself by seeing their panic, but she also pointed out that "I know you in the parallel world very well. I know what you want to do, so don't play tricks." This saved her and her group the useless process of hiding their long-exposed cards and her trying to get information.

When she was sparring with him, she first used the strange technique of turning him into a rabbit, which seemed to be a deliberate humiliation to him, but she restored herself to human form very quickly and did not verbally humiliate him. It can be seen that her purpose at the time was just to get out of the battle as quickly as possible without causing casualties or damage to property.

"This disguise of astral plasma was incredibly elaborate and involved numerous uncertainties. You must have put a lot of effort into concealing yourself from the Six Eyes. Such a large-scale activity couldn't possibly be just for fun. What exactly is your purpose?"

"My ultimate goal, as I said before, is to solve the world's problems as soon as possible and leave work, but I guess that's definitely not what you want to know."

Cheng Xiaoyu used two fingers to push the black body bag on the dissection table away, making room for herself to sit down.

"My purpose is not to deceive the Six Eyes."

The demon with blue skin and blood-red eyes rested his left elbow on his bent left knee, raised his right index finger with a black spiked nail on the tip, pointed it upwards, smiled, and lowered his voice.

"Simply put, I want to defraud the gods."

Taking out a cigarette, Jia Ruxiaozi forgot to light it: "Is this some kind of rhetorical device?"

"Unfortunately, no." The inhuman part of Cheng Xiaoyu faded away quietly. Apart from the blood-red pupil that lit up in the center of her black iris, she looked like an ordinary young woman. "The next part is paid content. Have you seen The Matrix? The little red pill represents knowing the cruel truth and taking responsibility. The blue one is..."

Gojo Satoru didn't wait for Cheng Xiaoyu to finish: "I choose red."

Geto Suguru: "Red, I have too many questions in my mind right now."

"Don't you two idiots think twice before you act?" Ieiri Naoko took the cigarette from her lips, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it viciously into the trash can. "I choose red too. Don't even think about excluding me."

Looking at the joyful team spirit before him, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh and said to the portable system:

If I tell them that I was actually planning to say something like, "Blue represents indifference, green represents pretense, and white represents nothingness" later in the sentence, and that I was just trying to be cool and had no intention of telling them the truth, do you think they would hit me?

The loyal portable AI thought for 0.05 seconds and said decisively: "I don't know whether they will beat you or not, but I do want to beat you up."