Chapter 74
Jay, become a believer in God.
The withered and ugly fingers were repulsive to look at.
After staring at it for a long time, Dongshu sighed and put it back in the box.
Now that she had it, she naturally wouldn't just glance at it and put it back; otherwise, all her hard work would have been for nothing, and that wouldn't do.
The fingers of Ryomen Sukuna are no ordinary objects; countless people desire them.
Their goals varied, and their methods were dazzling, but they all managed to get their hands on big shots.
Fuyuki possesses a god-like status, which is almost like having a cheat code. Although she cannot fully unleash her power, and even when she uses her power in public, she will cover it up with incantations, this does not mean that her power is weak.
[The God of Words]
An identity card possessing true divine status is vastly different from the two human identity cards previously unused, namely "The Messenger of Yokohama" and the highly proficient "Black Organization Boss".
They are fundamentally different.
Gods and humans have always been on two different levels.
As a result, even Fuyuki's personality under the identity card of the God of Spiritual Words underwent a significant change. Originally, she was not only taciturn, but also had the shyness and timidity of a child, and was labeled as a naive and weak child in the eyes of most people.
Even in the world of Detective Conan, where she is to manage an organization as the boss, Rum initially showed her contempt when he first met her—an impression that a child cannot avoid.
In the world of sorcery, the Inu-maki family reveres her as a deity, and there is no disrespect or neglect shown towards her. Even Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Jinji, and Natsuyu Suke do not leave an impression of her as an ordinary child when they meet her.
As the Goddess of Spiritual Words, she might prefer to raise her hand without any obstruction, exerting her power to do what she wants rather than peeking out from behind someone to observe.
Just like when she occasionally summons tsukumogami and is attacked by cursed spirits with a purpose, she appears to be dodging and running away in a disheveled state, but she doesn't suffer any injuries at all, simply because she doesn't want to take action or move.
Whether they want to go out or stay at Dog Roll's house, or want to save or help someone, or want to abandon or leave someone behind.
They always follow their own ideas, but they never completely change them.
Just as she still remembers her identity as a Saniwa, still remembers the purpose of her coming into this world, and still remembers the mission and task she cannot forget.
The power of the gods is immense and boundless, but in this fragile world, she cannot fully utilize it.
But she could always deeply sense the hidden, powerful, and boundless strength within.
Even when the power of a deity is suppressed, the residual aura still allows people to keenly perceive its extraordinary nature.
This is the biggest difference in this identity card.
Fuyuki noticed the changes in herself.
She was just a little tired; she didn't have the energy to think about whether the impact was right or wrong.
She only knew that after the identity card was removed, she would return to her original form and become her true self, so the young Saniwa no longer worried about this matter.
She is not good at expressing her emotions very passionately, but she will try her best to respond to the affection and respect of others.
She believed this was the right thing to do, so she stubbornly persisted in it.
Perhaps it's just her nature, or perhaps she's shy in an unfamiliar place.
However, after getting to know the spirits in the citadel, she becomes a bit more affectionate; she is not an autistic child.
When facing the spirits, Fuyuki would always blink her eyes, then reach out her little hand to gently tug at their clothes, tug and shake them, and even her voice was always soft.
She seemed to be unable to get used to speaking very loudly all the time, or perhaps she had never consciously done so.
Even when annoyed, they will raise their chin and express their feelings in an adorable, flustered manner.
Like she would say, "Next time, just tell me directly..."
But they wouldn't say, "Can't you just tell me directly?"
She always had a childlike quality, and her voice was always soft, even though she occasionally had the thought that she wasn't a child at all.
The world says she is very small.
It is very young, very weak, and very insignificant.
But she always felt that it wasn't like that. In the past, she must have been enormous, like she filled the entire room.
But how could a person have covered the entire room with such a thing?
That's impossible.
Fuyuki was deeply troubled, but in an instant, her troubles vanished, and she continued with what she was doing as if she had temporarily forgotten about it.
Is something wrong? It seems normal.
No, something's very wrong!
But... she never noticed.
She would be more confident under the identity card of the God of Spiritual Words.
When something happens, she won't hide behind others and peek out to watch how things unfold; she will respond to any action or word with greater confidence.
Even if someone peeks out from behind another person, it's never just out of curiosity; they're thinking about what that person wants to do, what they can do, and what they will do.
Some very simple questions can always guide people forward and prevent them from stopping their steps.
Fuyuki felt that at least under this identity card, she could be a little more unrestrained.
She likes to laugh; she likes to laugh with her eyebrows curved; she also likes to shyly purse her lips and then reveal an embarrassed smile.
That stems from a personality shaped by past experiences, deep within vague and ambiguous emotions.
But she firmly believes that this is the real her. She grew from a blank sheet of paper and painted herself with the colors she wanted to paint.
Rather than a puppet created for a specific purpose.
A puppet? What is that?
Why did she think of that word...?
Dongshu didn't understand.
Oh, right, she needs to find a safe place to preserve the two severed fingers.
Hehe, I almost forgot.
Perhaps it doesn't need to be that complicated.
Stay away from Dog Roll's house, stay away from the Spellcasting Academy, stay away from its original location, and stay away from places where people gather.
She thought of a few qualifying words and then came up with a really great answer.
Fuyuki blinked and said, "Then let's throw it into the sea."
She wrapped herself in layers of spiritual power, concealed her tracks with divine power, and then used some magical power to create a false impression. But that might not be enough; she needed to add something else.
Having perfectly handled this seemingly troublesome yet simple matter, Fuyuki made a decision: she wanted to skip a step in time.
There's about a year until the next major world timeline point, and it's not advisable to just stay in this world doing nothing all the time. After all, she has to support her family!
There's nothing to do.
Now her daily routine consists of lying at Goujuan's house, eating delicious food at Goujuan's house, playing with Goujuanji at Goujuan's house, and playing with Fuheishen'er at Goujuan's house.
Fuyuki tapped her cheek.
It's rather pointless now, even though she probably likes it a lot.
She scratched her head. It had been a long time since she had returned to the citadel, but she didn't miss it as much as she had when she first went to the world of the stray dogs.
The impact is indeed multifaceted.
After discussing it with Sister Zhou, then knocking on Chief Dog Scroll's door, and finally talking to Fukuro Shen'er, Fuyuki nodded, satisfied, and demonstrated to Chief Dog Scroll and Dog Scroll Tang Ni what it meant to disappear in dots.
Finally, she glanced at the roof.
Under the bright, round moonlight, Fuheishen tapped his shoulder, stretched out his arms with great force, and gazed at the twinkling lights in the sky with his dark green eyes.
His first non-human employer was quite interesting.
He arrogantly curled the corners of his mouth, the scars around his lips rising as if to show off something. The wind blew through his short black hair, the sharp ends piercing the howling wind and gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Just like him.
Suddenly, he sat down again, resting his chin on his hand in boredom.
It's been a long time since I've been to a horse racing track.
Let's try our luck at making some money tomorrow, let's take a gamble.
His green eyes swirled, and Dog Roll House appeared right under his nose.
What he saw in his eyes were those last few scattered stars.
Gods? What a strange species.
—
Time flies.
Yawning, Dongshu waved his hand, declining the dog-rolling clan chief's attempt to chat: "I have something to do and will be right back. Let's talk later."
The commands of the gods are absolute and cannot be disobeyed by anyone.
Upon hearing this, Chief Dog Scroll lowered his eyes and bowed his head, saying, "Yes, sir."
His temples were streaked with gray hair, a testament to his advancing age.
Dongshu paused in her steps, turned back and gave a bright smile: "Well done, I'm so glad to see you again as the first person I meet when I get back."
The gods are never stingy in showing their smiles to their devout believers.
Suppressing his excitement, Chief Dog Scroll submitted deeply: "Yes!"
This is what Fuyuki wants to do.
The mission is in progress.
"Hey, Gosho-chan, keep an eye on your juniors lately."
Dongshu took a small sip of her milk tea, smiled, and a glint flashed in her dark eyes: "Three days from now is going to be a bad day."
Fuyuki looked up and stared directly into those eyes that were looking at him: "You're right, aren't you, Satoru-chan?"
Seeing her silent for a while, Gojo Satoru smiled and brushed a strand of white hair from his forehead with his right hand: "Thanks."
"What novel words, to hear such thanks from you."
"Does Fuyuki-chan want to say that too? Come on, come on~ Gojo Satoru-sama is listening."
He was serious for no more than half a minute.
"oh."
I don't want to talk to him.
—
With unwavering determination, Fuyuki's mission was accelerated. Haibara Yu, the first person to die at the Jujutsu High School, successfully survived, but Nanami Kento still did not want to be a jujutsu master anymore.
After all, the sight of his friend nearly dying before his eyes was truly unbearable, which made him fully aware of the corruption in the world of sorcery. It wasn't just the incorrectly reported level of the cursed spirit; it was merely the most obvious sign.
However, the excitement doesn't stop there.
Less than two months later, Xia Youjie defected.
Even after the trigger point of Haibara Yu's death disappeared, his rationale was still shaken. When he encountered two abused little girls with cursed powers during a mission, he completely despised ordinary people and embarked on the world line he was supposed to follow.
But perhaps we're just on the way.
If you reach the end, the outcome there is not something anyone can accept.
World lines converging? No, that can't be.
His death is absolutely not allowed to exist.
Xia Youjie's defection shocked the entire sorcery world. The defection of a top-level sorcerer was no small matter, as it meant that an immeasurable force had been added to their ranks of enemies.
The image of Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru confidently saying "We are the strongest" is still vivid in my mind. However, the suffering of Xia Youjie not only affected the summer, but also the hearts of the people.
Like a promising young man, he was forced to turn evil.
They even assigned Gojo Satoru to hunt him down.
Wow.
Gojo Satoru: 0.o?
Fuyuki: o.0?
Since you don't want it, then she will.
Xia Youjie walked along a deserted path, holding the hands of two little girls. The girls wore clothes that didn't fit them well, and their injuries had been treated with medicine.
They timidly yet dependently held the hands of the men beside them. The world seemed both dazed and novel to them; in that small cage, it was as if they had never seen such a vast world before.
"Hey, what's that?" Nanako suddenly asked, pointing to the horizon.
Xia Youjie tensed up instantly, his slender eyes fixed on the approaching black dot. As it drew closer, he realized it wasn't entirely black, but rather a pure and innocent white.
The deity's robes were formed by silver-white light, and mysterious runes displayed His unique power. An being with endless black hair rushed towards them from the horizon, and His white fingers displayed infinity everywhere.
Xia Youjie's body froze, unable to move. Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and he could no longer perceive the passage of time.
Soon, flawless fingers touched her cheek, followed by a small, delicate hand that completely covered it.
He had mercy on him.
The gods drew near.
His black pupils were as beautiful and transparent as glass beads. Although they were a color often used to describe evil, they were infinitely beautiful on him.
So...it's impossible to look away.
Xia Youjie seemed to be frozen in place.
He smiled and said in my ear, "Hello, it's nice to meet you in this way."
Slowly, it seeps into the soul.
He lowered his eyes, filled with boundless compassion.
"Don't be sad anymore. From now on, you will have nothing to worry about."
As the words were spoken, the laws became law. The threads of the world climbed up Xia Youjie's body, many lines were severed, and many others were reconnected.
But that's not enough.
The deity drew near, her soft cheek pressed against his, embracing his face in a protective gesture, her beautiful black eyes closed, her delicate eyelashes trembling.
A mystical, ethereal voice echoed in my chest.
—Come and become my child.
The deity, who appears as a young girl, brings an immense sense of security.
If humans are just ugly monkeys, then what about the gods?
Xia Youjie moved his stiff hand and grasped the youthful face with difficulty.
Reluctantly, yet resolutely.
The god smiled, opened his eyes, and said with a beaming smile, "Alright."
Destiny now belongs to Him.
Divine power, following the faint connection with believers, groped its way to the end of the line of fate. It tenderly caressed the broken part, decisively destroyed the symbol of the end, and continued this branch of the line as an entity from outside the world.
If the summer heat is so unbearable, then just throw it away.
If the cult leader is like this... then let's worship the real gods.
But, my child, even if you turn the world upside down, please live on...
[Author's Note]
The foundation stone laying was completed.
Just imagine what this place will be like when Fuyuki comes back [doge emoji]
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