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Their expressions looked confused and they desperately needed a detailed explanation.
But this is what it is going to do this time when it jailbreaks.
"You know you're being observed by Hipper, but do you know how many Gojo Satoru are being observed?" It held up a finger, questioning, then held up a second. "Do you know the Prison Gate?" It held up a third. "Hippo saved a person, a dead man."
"The Prison Gate is a special-grade spell. Once activated, it can forcibly imprison the target in an independent time-stuck space, making it impossible to destroy or escape through conventional means. The triggering conditions are that "the target must remain within the range for 1 minute" or "direct contact with the target's body" can activate the seal. It simply and clearly explained the function of this spell, so that they could understand it more directly.
"Time stands still within it. Those sealed within it will not age, starve, or die." The Primordial Celestial Body looked at Gojo Satoru, and the following words were primarily addressed to him. "Once sealed, it is completely isolated from the outside world, blocking the perception of the Unlimited Technique and the Six Eyes."
It is a seal designed to carry out targeted attacks against Gojo Satoru's technique.
"Currently, a total of 102,415 universes have been observed to contain Gojo Satoru."
It retracted a finger.
"There are 102,413 Gojo Satoru imprisoned in the Prison Gate."
It retracts the second finger.
"The man she saved—"
The white-haired man slowly raised his head, his frosty, snow-white hair trembling slightly with his movements, his eyes filled with indescribable obscurity and fatigue, all blended together to form a dark shadow.
"Is it me?"
As the words fell, the air froze, and only oppressive silence spread in the room.
It retracts the third finger.
"Gojo Satoru from December 24, 2018, was killed by Ryomen Sukuna."
Its words were like a heavy hammer wrapped in iron spikes, smashing hard on everyone's head. A dull buzzing sound numbed their skulls, and a pale, snow-like speck of light exploded before their eyes.
Haha, this is a lie, right? The strongest sorcerer will die? Is it Gojo Satoru who died? Did they hear it wrong?
How can we save the dead? The concept of bringing the dead back to life fundamentally exceeds the limits of human ability. Under the current level of scientific knowledge and technology, whether it is advanced medical technology, cutting-edge biotechnology, or any other known medical methods and procedures, it is impossible to truly achieve the miracle of bringing the dead back to life.
Currently, the only confirmed exception capable of transcending the boundary between life and death and resurrecting the dead is the Curse King—Ryomen Sukuna. Perhaps through Qikuo, he achieved this paranormal phenomenon, which seems completely impossible to humans.
trade.
Hipper must have paid a considerable price to save Gojo Satoru.
"Hippo traded his life to share with Gojo Satoru." If the person to be saved was not Gojo Satoru, the price could be increased by using data, and his quality data would not meet the requirements.
The background has been explained, and now comes the main topic.
"Hippel's terminal illness is emptiness." This sounded a bit empty, and it saw the blank expressions on the students' faces again.
It paused, raised its eyebrows slightly, and looked at them calmly. Its gaze was neither sharp nor accusatory, but it inexplicably made people feel a sense of invisible pressure, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.
Being stared at like this, they couldn't help but start to doubt themselves - were they too slow to understand? The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and even breathing became cautious, for fear of exposing their own dullness.
Even if a smart person pretends not to understand, his eyes cannot hide his sharpness and insight. And even if a dull person pretends to be smart, the confusion and hesitation in his eyes are always there. Every nod that he thinks is profound makes his deliberateness seem even more clumsy.
A wise man can control the depth of his words, but cannot completely conceal the sharpness in his eyes; a fool can pile up obscure words, but exposes his shallowness in every confused blink of an eye.
A bunch of little fools.
"To put it simply, Hipper suffers from depression."
Emptiness is the most stubborn enemy of the human soul. It devours all meaning of existence like eternal night.
The once vibrant passion for life—the boiling blood, the burning desire, the trembling joy—gradually faded under the erosion of nothingness.
No matter how vigorous the vitality is, it will eventually suffocate in the vacuum of nothingness, leaving only an empty shell with only a good appearance.
All brilliant thoughts, fiery emotions, and vigorous creativity seem so insignificant in the face of the absolute silence of nothingness, as if they had never existed.
"I need you to build a bond with Hipper and become her anchor." It gave an example, "Talk to her more, stick with her, don't leave her alone."
It carefully supplemented the omission, "Don't let her go out alone. She's... well, not very adaptable to crowded places now."
That was putting it mildly, Gojo Satoru thought. What he and his students saw when they followed Hipper wasn't something that could be dismissed as a simple case of discomfort.
She looked weak and violent, and it wouldn't be surprising if she killed someone in the next second.
“Bang!”
The Primordial Celestial Body clasped its hands together and made a sound, attracting everyone's attention. "Most importantly, you must keep an eye on her. She can't kill anyone."
"With the amount of time she has now, the emptiness will erode her sanity at an accelerated rate. She's likely to die from murder before dying of natural causes."
What does it mean to die from murder? I don't quite understand.
If someone violates a contract and kills someone, then...they will die instantly.
"Who did she establish a bond with?" Gojo Satoru immediately came to a conclusion. Is the person who could establish a bond with Hipper really a human being?
It seems that no one is qualified yet?
He was quite smart. He grasped the key point immediately without specifying the target.
"She made a pact with the world she was born into, allowing her to be born, but not to kill." It held out two fingers, pointing them together. "The principle of equal exchange of quality is the world's self-protection mechanism."
The world needs to restrain the primordial celestial bodies behind Hipper and not allow them to act recklessly. In this way, it can check and balance them and prevent them from harming humans at will.
The main target is the primordial celestial body, and Hipper is just a by-product, but the two are inseparable, and if one is taken away, the other will also be implicated.
"It's not impossible to save her." It shifted into a more comfortable position, gesturing to illustrate the vanishingly small chance. "She lacks a soul, or in human terms—love."
I understood it immediately.
The students nodded to show that they understood.
"All you have to do is keep stimulating her emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger, surprise, disgust, or fear—if you can."
"Keeping her emotions high at all times can delay suppressing the emptiness."
Several students frowned, their eyes focused, their lips moving slightly as they silently recited the key points, their fingers unconsciously curled up to grab things, trying hard to engrave every word into their minds.
The best way to describe it is: a must-test question! A life-threatening question!
"Anything else?"
Hearing this proactive question, the Primordial Celestial Body was quite relieved. Although they were all a bunch of idiots, at least their hearts were sincere, and the sincerity of idiots was the easiest to touch people's hearts.
Hipper would not reject such a Yuji Itadori, because he is the little sun, and just seeing his smile will heal her.
Stupid Dog Little Sun×Arrogant Little Genius
This CP is good and delicious.
Gojo Satoru: "..."
The way the original celestial body looked at Hisahito was like the look of an elder seeing a satisfied son-in-law.
...Don't tie students' hearts and minds! Free love is the norm these days.
"Listen up, Hisahito." He lowered his crossed legs, leaned forward with his elbows propped up on them, and began to carefully explain various precautions. Hisahito, a good student, also politely moved a chair over and listened attentively.
The one-on-one teaching makes the other people present seem like auditors.
"Friendship, family, love, at least one of them must bind her." It slowly said something very dangerous and bold, "You can use any means necessary. I can back you up."
Everyone: “…”
Has this person gone insane from being imprisoned? Is this revenge against Hipper? They even dare to say such things. Even if they dare to say it, they wouldn't dare to do it!
"I suggested to her that she consider having a child to foster human emotions, perhaps inspiring her maternal love." The Primordial Celestial spread his hands, trying his best to express his helplessness. "She was very angry and locked me in a small dark room."
That's what you deserve! What a rotten idea!
"Haha, do you think that's all?" It folded its outstretched hand inward, reversing its words. "She secretly looked for a father for her child behind my back. Did she think I didn't know?"
You two should too.
"So who is it?" Gojo Satoru cared more about the result. Since Hipper wasn't pregnant yet, then he should give up on this method...right?
It stared at Gojo Satoru without saying a word, and all the answers were contained in its silence.
This answer made his breathing stop, his heart pounding in his chest, making his eardrums buzz - in an instant, it was as if millions of fireworks were exploding in his blood.
At that moment, his heart was filled with joy, and he didn't know whether he could control the corners of his mouth and whether he could show such joy.
The students looked at their teacher with strange and distorted expressions.
Ahhhh! Why did you choose this guy?! He's a man who's always away from home to work overtime, regardless of day or night, to complete missions!
"Excuse me, it's 15-year-old Gojo Satoru." It quietly admired Gojo Satoru's smug expression, waiting until the corners of his mouth curled up to the highest point before slowly pouring cold water on him. "It's the Gojo Satoru from the same world as Hipper."
The joy that was about to reach its peak turned into various suppressed emotions after these words were spoken - some jealousy, some unwillingness, and some...unspeakable anger.
As if feeling that this sentence was not powerful enough to shock Gojo Satoru, the Primordial Celestial Body continued to reveal shocking information.
"I just released Fuxing Wu, and he's going crazy looking for Xipo." Its expression was always dull and stable, and any emotion that appeared on it seemed abrupt. But at this moment, a smile suddenly appeared in the depths of its red eyes - a hint of joy that came from the pain of human beings.
Good or bad!
Eh? Wait... why are all of them Gojo Satoru? Is Hipper a big Gojo Satoru fan?
One Gojo Satoru was a disaster enough, but this actually attracted three! Listen! A 15-year-old classmate, a 28-year-old teacher, and a 29-year-old resurrected Gojo Satoru.
How should I put it? A brilliant one.
"Hippo is busy saving her beloved classmate right now. Gojo Satoru is a formidable opponent." It shook its head helplessly, unable to help. "I warned her not to get caught."
...What will happen if you get caught?
Seeing the strong curiosity on their faces, it was in a good mood and answered their questions patiently.
"He will be caught and married, he even thought of the wedding ring." Although he couldn't enter that world due to the firewall, network intrusion was not difficult. He knew all the browsing history on Gojo Satoru's phone.
"Alright, that's all. Whether you can save her depends on your efforts." It patted Yuhito's shoulder encouragingly. "If there's no soul, try to cultivate one. Make sure she feels as warm as hot water."
Hot water can kill people, right?
Having finished reading all the diaries, Gojo Satoru sat on Hipper's ergonomic chair, stretched his limbs, and felt lazy and didn't want to move.
He received too much information at once, and he needed a little time to digest it all.
"What if we can't save him?"
If we only talk about success and keep silent about failure in the face of slim chance of survival, it just exposes the fact that no one can afford the cost of this gamble.
They realized it belatedly—guided by the topic of the primordial celestial body, they were all actively considering how to save it. But the possibility of failure? It didn't mention it, clearly saying that the possibility of success was very low...
Is it... planning a backup plan for when all else fails?
It remained silent, its pupils suddenly constricted, the warmth in its eyes instantly fading. The previous layer of disguised gentleness peeled away like shattered ice, revealing the sharp, piercing coldness. Yet, its tone was softer than ever before.
He whispered his plan in the same voice as Hipper, so soft and almost sticky, like honey wrapped around a knife blade, each syllable carrying a spine-tingling sweetness.
"I will save her."
It will be the last line of defense after all efforts have been in vain.
"I'll curse her."
Even if it means twisting Hipper into a cursed spirit, she must be kept.
"I will descend upon these worlds and nurture her life once more through destruction."
It doesn't matter if she hates you, because everything she cares about is gone, and they will have plenty of time to reconcile.
"So—" The Primordial Celestial Body rested its chin on its hand, a nonchalant threat lingering in the corners of its eyes. It looked at no one, its gaze fixed on the void, as if observing something they couldn't see. "Try hard, keep going. For the sake of these 102,415 universes, do your best to save her."
It's a very euphemistic way of saying it. It didn't even say it directly - if you can't save her, all of you will be buried with her.
:-)
When we are useful, we are her power bank and little sun. When we are useless, we are her burial objects. It seems that you are a toxic fan of Hipper.
There's no hope for you either.
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