Chapter 166
The power of the gods is limited
In the end, the dog-rolling clan chief didn't care how he dealt with the brain-flowering winter tree, since the other party's knowledge wouldn't be without a solution anyway.
As the head of a clan and the leader of the believers, it's impossible for him to lack even this much ability.
The long wait is both boring and comforting.
Dongshu resumed his habit of eating, drinking, and playing everywhere.
The high level of sorcery gradually returned to its original order.
only……
She looked at the boy wielding a katana, his eyes gleaming with dark circles.
I felt a little regretful.
Not to mention that Rika, whom I had my eye on before, has left, and this girl will probably be going abroad soon too, right?
Although we weren't very familiar with each other.
"What, you still have feelings for him?" Gojo Satoru put one hand on her shoulder, lifted one eyepatch and looked at Otsuko Yuta.
Fuyuki twitched her lips, unable to bear watching the other person bend over to do this.
Have you ever thought about how ridiculous it would be if an adult supported a child on their shoulders?
"I don't have any particular thoughts. He released the one I wanted."
After all, she was interested in Rika Kimoto.
However, one should not prevent the other person from being freed from their predicament simply because one is interested in oneself.
Otherwise, she would really be a bad person.
This topic wasn't very interesting, so Fuyuki thought of someone else instead.
"Speaking of which, how's Xiaohui doing lately?"
Fushiguro Megumi is currently with Gojo Satoru.
"Ah... he's a good child."
When this topic was brought up, Gojo Satoru suddenly looked away, refusing to meet Fuyuki's gaze.
Fuyuki: "?"
This guy can't possibly do anything to abuse young children, can he?
Impossible, but he wouldn't have any moral issues either.
Although his actions often raise eyebrows, he is quite reliable and capable at certain times.
"You can't even handle a child?"
In Fuyuki's memory, Fushiguro Megumi was still that little girl who would wait for her father at home.
Gojo Satoru shook his head, his voice turning somber: "Tsumiki is unconscious."
“Tsumiki…”
Dongshu pondered; she knew this child.
I originally thought they wouldn't get involved, but these two kids ended up in a relationship that spanned the world lines.
She scratched her head in frustration.
"It's okay, it's okay, she'll be alright."
On the surface, it was the curse of Hachijo Bridge that caused Fushigurozu Miki's coma, but ultimately it was Tōzō who did it.
Sigh... Wasn't that thing already arrested? How can he still have lingering feelings?
She continued, "Has Xiaohui decided to become a sorcerer?"
"Um."
All right.
It seems that this line cannot be abolished.
Megumi Fushiguro became a student at the High School of Jujutsu, and this was not to be changed.
The Son of the World... Part One.
Then Hisahito Itadori's grandfather will also die.
Hisahito Itadori will also remember dying surrounded by a crowd...
That shattered future?
No, no, no.
Dongshu shook his head violently.
That would mean her mission had failed!
The biggest problem this world cannot solve is the two-faced Sukuna.
Therefore, she had to kill this thing in the very beginning.
Then, Dongshu solemnly instructed, her eyes full of seriousness: "Wu, if you see a boy with pink and black hair in the future, be sure to contact me."
“Alright.” Gojo Satoru agreed, intrigued by the stranger the god had specifically mentioned. “Is this your destined follower?”
"Not a believer."
Fuyuki refuted his words, her dark eyes gleaming in the sunlight.
"A child the world has its eye on."
"This child will definitely have a happy future."
A gentle breeze caressed the deity's hair, and these words fell heavily like a prophecy.
The grains of sand drifted lightly from my fingertips, as if the gods were telling untold stories.
Then I slowly walked towards the setting sun.
Watching Fuyuki's retreating figure until it disappeared, Gojo Satoru finally looked away, and after a long while, he chuckled softly in resignation.
"A whisper from the gods?"
—They are ****’s children.
He can't hear.
This is the secret of the world.
*
After leaving the Jujutsu Academy, Fuyuki went to the hospital and found the girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
She began by trying: "Wake up."
There was no movement.
She frowned, but continued, still unconvinced:
"get well."
"Marker removal".
"Stand up."
"..."
No matter what words were spoken, they had no effect on the girl.
The power of omnipotence became empty words when it came to the other party.
Dongshu stared at her for a long time, then helplessly jumped out of the window.
She left the hospital.
Was it because Fushiguro Miki was completely forbidden from waking up that she was able to motivate Fushiguro Megumi to become a sorcerer?
If the world line is so steadfast in protecting the chosen one of the world, how did this world manage to end up with only Hisahito Itadori left?
Sister Juju really likes Yuujin Itadori.
The night was illuminated only by streetlights, and as she pondered, she stopped and leaned against a tree.
The leaves overhead vaguely obscured the nightlight, and when Dongshu looked up, he could only see a few rays of light slowly filtering through the leaves.
Like the hope of this world, she could only obtain a few strands with such a gentle strategy, but could not completely remove the leaves blocking the light and bathe her whole body in the light.
What methods should be used to heal the world's consciousness from your wounds?
The powerful identity card is handed to her from your hands, but it comes with many restrictions. Can the god still possess her own power?
She is the goddess of words.
One should believe that words can be law, and it is not an exaggeration to say that words can change the world.
But because of the fragility of the world itself, it's impossible to even get rid of those annoying rotten oranges with a few words.
Not to mention the King of Curses, Two-Faced Sukuna, and that group of top-tier cursed spirits.
...Compared to these two forces, the rotten oranges are nothing.
After all, if it's about humans, Gojo Satoru could easily deal with them using absolute force.
However, the series of consequences and troubles that follow are not easily resolved.
The world of sorcery has existed in this way for an immeasurable amount of time.
The idea that old and decayed things should not exist in this era is deeply ingrained, and even the younger generation inevitably carries the seeds of old habits.
It's almost like echoing that saying that shouldn't be used in this situation.
You can kill my body, but you can't kill my spirit.
...Tsk.
This phrase, which is usually used to describe justice, was unexpectedly used in such an obnoxious context.
Dongshu rubbed his temples impatiently.
I have a feeling that speedrunning this mission won't be so easy.
But everyone waited for her; once she finished here, the mission would be basically over.
No, who cares about whether it's easy or not? The next goal is to take down Ryoumen Sukuna, and then seriously lead his henchmen to storm the old oranges' lair and wipe them out one by one.
The law of the jungle prevails.
She understands it clearly.
According to the previous laws governing this world, if the old oranges could sentence newly born sorcerers to death, then she could also use the same method to sentence them to death, except that she could cover it up once again with the regular laws.
Everything in Dog Roll's house can serve the gods.
In this world of widespread atheism, the Dog Roll family are absolute theists and infinitely loyal to their god.
Next, the remaining various top-tier cursed spirits can be handed over to the top-tier sorcerers to deal with.
Fuyuki couldn't believe that Gojo Satoru didn't even have this much ability; he was the strongest.
At worst, we can just let this guy learn from another top killer we have and start working non-stop.
As long as we work overtime enough, we'll definitely be able to finish the task.
What followed was—
Leave this world.
The fallen leaves rustled down from above, their fluttering motion obscuring the remaining moonlight.
"spread."
Dongshu was feeling annoyed, and her voice was icy. Instantly, the entire lush tree, along with its withered leaves, fell from its branches.
In an instant, the moonlight poured down from above, enveloping her entirely.
Fuheishen paused, his impatience at being urged out by the Goujuan tribe gradually fading, and he silently watched the scene unfold.
The leaves scattered by the wind brushed past his ears, but no matter what, he couldn't take his attention away from the little god in front of him.
...
That's right.
He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
That's how it is, like an existence that came from the heavens.
An existence that does not integrate with humanity, but looks down on the world from a different perspective.
However, every breath of this world deeply cherishes Him.
I couldn't look away, nor could I escape the other person's gaze.
This is above all life—
The God of Words.
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