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For mental damage, reversal surgery can only play a limited role in alleviating brain damage, while the rest still requires drug-assisted treatment.
Hipper was put in solitary confinement—his permissions were frozen, and he was forbidden from entering or leaving the simulation. He was not allowed to sleep until his mind was stable and had to remain awake at all times.
The executor of the imprisonment is the primordial celestial body.
Ieiri Shoko prepared a separate room for her as a confinement cell. Few of the injured sent to her were injured as frequently and seriously as Hipper.
Such an injured person who refuses to follow medical advice should indeed be kept in custody for a while to calm down.
Gojo Satoru returned to his previous busy state, because the Primordial Celestial Body needed to guard Hipper all day to prevent her from escaping and continuing to commit suicide.
When he returned that night, he saw the Primordial Body injecting the drug into Hipper. There was an empty syringe on the cabinet beside the bed, and the second injection was being given.
As the medicine was pushed in, her cursed power gradually diminished until it disappeared completely.
Hipper is a top-class sorcerer. It is useless to just tie her up in bed and lock her up. She must be unable to resist.
The Primordial Celestial released his grip on her, laid Hipper flat, re-tied the restraints, and spoke to her slowly.
"Are you surprised? The medicine you developed was finally used on yourself." It confirmed that nothing was missed, capped the empty syringe and put it in its pocket, then tiptoed and pulled a chair to sit down.
"Sit down." It pointed to the chair next to it, signaling Gojo Satoru to come over. The rustling sound of the paper bag rubbing against the fabric lasted only a moment. The white-haired man pulled off the blindfold and put it in his pocket. While chewing on Daifuku, he carefully observed Hipper's condition.
"You look very fierce." The Primordial Celestial Body took his eyes off the data for a moment and made a teasing sound.
Ever since Gojo Satoru came in, the girl who had been manic due to the injection of the drug suddenly calmed down, but her eyes looked a little strange.
Brutalism, hatred, all kinds of strong emotions mixed together and fell on him.
But after a moment, she suppressed these emotions and no longer directed them at him - she recognized who it was.
The hatred lost its specific object, causing Hipper to be uncontrollably stimulated whenever he saw anything similar to that person.
This is not what Gojo Satoru wants to see.
He pulled the chair closer, leaned his upper body on the bed, still biting the dafu in his mouth, reached out and pinched her face to turn it towards him, forcing her to look at him.
The moment their eyes met, Hipper's pupils suddenly constricted, and those deeply hidden twisted emotions surged again.
"It's terrible. I'm so angry that I can't even recognize myself." After confirming it, he let go of her hand, leaned back in his chair, and ate the daifuku slowly.
"I don't remember doing anything to offend her." She was the boss, and he did whatever she said. He was cheating on her three times—no, now it was four, but even so, he never said anything, at most he was dissatisfied with her always leaving without saying goodbye.
He's already given in, so why are you still taking your anger out on him? That's totally wrong. He gets angry, too, and he's incredibly difficult to appease.
"Tell me, Hipper, we'll all help you think of a solution." Primordial Celestial Body put away his work and spoke in a gentle tone, trying to cheer Hipper up a little by using a negotiating attitude.
"Yeah, how do you want him to die?" Gojo Satoru swallowed the food in his mouth and slowly replied, gently poking her cheek with a finger dipped in powdered sugar. "Hurry up, this is to help you get revenge."
But she simply closed her eyes, too lazy to look at them.
…
"You love and hate him, what on earth did he do?" It's so rare, hating him to this extent and yet still loving him, it's twisted, so twisted.
The person on the bed pretended to be dead without saying a word.
The two looked at each other, and then they realized the seriousness of the problem - very, extremely serious.
But the problem could actually be even more serious.
Because Hipper had been making a fuss for so long, the first thing he said was to go all out.
"I love you, ■■."
Who? Why are you muting yourself when you speak?
While Gojo Satoru was still trying to figure out what to fill in the blanks in the cloze test, he was pulled away from the hospital bed by the Primordial Celestial Body.
Eh? What happened? Why does it look so serious, like it's facing a formidable enemy?
"You're running so fast! Why are you so serious?" A hoarse, lazy, and casual voice sounded. It was slightly similar to Hipper's voice, but it was definitely not hers.
Who is this?
The restraints fell off spontaneously, and the person on the bed sat up cross-legged, raised his hand to rub the place on his neck where the needle had pierced his neck, hummed softly, lifted a strand of hair, and put it to his nose to smell it.
"Hmm, it's the taste of Hipper." He put the hair into his mouth, and the dissatisfaction caused by the loss of control just now seemed to be quietly soothed by this strand of hair.
"...Where did this pervert come from?" Gojo Satoru turned and asked the Primordial Celestial Body, which was in a state of panic. This was too much, really reckless, and he was using Hipper's body.
"How rude! Didn't you hear Hipper say she loved me?" Rather than a girl, the person occupying this body at the moment was more like an adult woman.
He picked up the wet hair and pulled it out from between his lips, then raised his eyelids and glanced at them lightly.
"I have nothing to say to unloved people like you." He really knows how to hit people's sore spots accurately.
Snap——
The hand hanging from the quilt immediately slammed into His face. The Primordial Celestial Body looked at the hand with an indescribable expression, "Hippo, which trash can did you pick up this junk from? Aren't you disgusted by its dirtiness?"
After regaining control of her body, Hipper took the time to wipe the strand of saliva-stained hair. She was thin, with loose white hair, and remained silent.
"Don't come over." The girl looked up at Gojo Satoru. The wound on her face had long healed, and there was no trace of scar on her skin.
"Six Eyes, Six Eyes again, look at me, baby." The woman's voice came out uncontrollably again, trying to attract her attention.
"How come you are like Hisahito, with a gourmet living in your body?" He would open his mouth and say something infuriating at any time.
The girl remained silent, but a smile of relief slowly spread across her lips. Gojo Satoru suddenly felt nervous, as if something he absolutely did not want to accept was about to happen.
"Human greed should exceed one's own ability... I am narrow-minded." She said words that the two of them could not understand at all, smoothing out the wrinkles on her clothes with her hands again and again, sighing.
This wasn't good. She suddenly said something inexplicably incomprehensible to anyone. Was she trying to stir up trouble?
"How dare he make a bet with me? Yes, there is nothing he dare not do." After tidying up her clothes, she began to comb her hair again, talking non-stop, as if she was reflecting on herself, or asking and answering herself.
Silence spread across the room. It wasn't that they didn't want to interrupt, but they couldn't speak—something invisible had locked their throats, making no sound. They could only listen quietly to her.
"The only one should match the only one..." She scoffed and floated down from the bed. Something invisible was holding her up, keeping her feet from touching the ground.
The connection between the primordial celestial body and the simulated universe was forcibly severed and could not be deciphered. The system was instantly filled with data errors on the entire screen.
It could only watch as Hipper was possessed by a strange thing and instantly turned into a full-level player ready to cause trouble.
"I didn't expect that after becoming a god, I would be the one with a love-brain." She complained to herself and reached out to feel the rules that were within her reach.
"It's okay, it's okay. You are a pure love god. It's normal for your head to be full of love." As a die-hard fan, the movie star took the initiative to reinterpret the meaning of love-brain for her.
"Being greedy was deemed unqualified... I should have been bolder. As they say, dreams can hold all kinds of possibilities."
The two become one, transcending the boundaries of humanity and moving towards a higher level, which is God.
"There is everything in the dream, so I should have everything too." She is probably the most greedy and shameless god. There is no kindness or love in her heart, and her mind is only thinking about how to satisfy herself.
"I should have done this a long time ago... I'm still too selfless." Hipper tried to use the authority that belonged to God, without any hindrance, and at her will. She was about to fall in love with this feeling of being unrestricted.
"Apocalypse—"
Dimensions twist, rules rewritten, everything subverted. God is about to write a new world.
A genius named Hipper wrote down the first wish.
[Restarting a world where 102,415 Gojo Satoru exist]
She wrote down her second wish.
[Erasing the ending of Gojo Satoru's unnatural death]
She had one last wish.
[Turn off the simulated universe and never open it again]
She has become a god, and the primordial celestial body will completely merge with her, becoming indistinguishable from each other, and there is no need to hide her tracks anymore.
Rokugan should return to their original trajectory and follow the script she designed until the end.
They will live the life they have always dreamed of, usher in their own happy endings, and no longer have any regrets.
The world of dreams should be painless.
Everything was done, and she should go find the teacher - the time for answering the questions was up, and it was time to hand in the paper.
She wanted to ask him if he was satisfied, and whether his greed and madness were worthy of her status.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you again."
This time, you can't push me away anymore.
*
September 21, 2018, Friday, Tokyo Jujutsu High School——
Professor Gojo Satoru's theory class on spells was nearing its end, and the three students all looked worried as they tried to absorb the knowledge.
Since the teaching style was exactly the same as mine, some of the content was difficult to understand immediately, so everyone had to put down their pens and concentrate on listening.
In Gojo's class, notes were practically useless—it was impossible to listen and take notes simultaneously. By the time I finished writing down a point, I'd already missed a whole section.
If you don't understand something, you must raise your hand and ask questions immediately, so the class pace is quite fast. However, his explanations are tailored to each student, breaking down the answers based on their understanding ability.
The complex and obscure theoretical knowledge is a little difficult to explain to Megumi Fushiguro, but he has a solid foundation and can understand it without too much explanation and with just a little hint.
Although Nobara Kugisaki has been exposed to spells, her foundation is not solid enough and her knowledge is limited. She can pass the test smoothly after being pointed out the key points.
As for Hisahito… he was a complete outsider. This required Gojo Satoru to use vivid metaphors and personal summaries to teach him in a way he could understand.
Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is a major feature of his theoretical class, so students perform quite well in this course - the results speak for themselves.
Perhaps only in terms of practical application and coursework will students truly recognize his value as a teacher.
Knock knock——
Someone knocks on the door.
It was quite novel. It wasn't uncommon for someone to knock on the door during class, but it was extremely rare at Curse High School. The number of students and teachers on campus was already sparse, so there wasn't much chance of someone leisurely dropping by to attend classes.
If it's really urgent, you should call.
More importantly, the teacher was Gojo Satoru, so no one would dare to knock on the door and interrupt his class.
All three students tilted their heads to look toward the front door, curious about who was outside. Megumi Fushiguro glimpsed the teacher at the podium, setting down his lesson plan and tossing his chalk up and down. He hadn't noticed when he'd taken off his blindfold.
...?
Because of the special nature of his eyes, Gojo Sensei rarely takes off his eyepatch, usually only revealing his eyes during combat or when delicate operations are required.
There's just someone knocking on the door, why take off the blindfold?
...No, the problem is with the person outside.
Intruder?
"Come in~"
From the six eyes' perspective, there was nothing outside the door, no living creatures, and no sign of magical energy. Eliminating all the impossible, only one answer remained.
The little genius is here to hand in his paper.
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