Chapter 138 (Contains text and revisions) It’s not enough to just kill people, the sorcerer must have more children.

Chapter 138 (Contains text and revisions) It’s not enough to just kill people, the sorcerer must have more children.

"So, what kind of person is he?" asked Jiujiu Yuki with interest.

Qianjianmu fell silent for a moment.

How should I describe those resentful colleagues? It would be scary if I told them about them.

Moreover, after truly resonating with human emotions rather than calmly examining them, Qian Jianmu suddenly mentioned this matter, and suddenly there was a subtle sense of weirdness that was too clear.

At first, it seemed to be a strategic compromise with the upper-level gentlemen to exchange interests and deal with obedience tests, a pure task, but now think about it, why did the target become a resentful subordinate in the end...

He is indeed not very wary of the people around him, so, could something have happened that he doesn't know about?

Seeing his silence, the expressions of the other people changed again and again. After being shocked, Geto Suguru stepped forward and patted Chijianmu on the shoulder.

"...If there is a chance, how about we meet?" He smiled with a fake smile, and there was a taste of gritting teeth: "You are only sixteen years old, I really want to see who you are..."

Jiujiu Yuki also asked them, but what did they know about love? Falling in love would affect the speed at which they beat the cursed spirits, so their answers were very vague, and it was obvious at a glance that the other party had not thought about anything.

However, this matter is not quite right when it comes to Qian Jianmu. You see, Qian Jianmu himself has grown a lot taller recently and is now just around 1.6 meters tall.

Thin, delicate, and emotionally involved is actually a man.

After the shock, Geto Suguru's concern for Chimamu's personal safety completely overshadowed other emotions, and he even wanted to check on him.

His words were filled with murderous intent. Kujuyuki didn't quite understand but kept silent. Gojo Satoru stood aside and nodded vigorously.

“…”

However, when Qian Jianmu heard this, in front of everyone, he seemed to have figured something out for some reason, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, suddenly enlightened:

"Oh, he's dead!" Great!

I almost forgot, the person is dead, why is he still pursuing those things? The world has changed and he is almost reincarnated. There is no point in thinking more!

Qian Jianmu threw away those subtle abnormalities, raised his head with a clear face, and looked at the three people with blank faces:

"Anything else you want to ask?"

“No…no more.” x3.

Whoever died...

Is this the normal reaction...?

**

Several people walked towards the cafeteria of the technical college.

They all set out from Kyoto and returned to Tokyo early in the morning. Gojo Getouchi had things to do at the school, and Kujuku Yuki was bored of staying in the general office and wanted to get some fresh air, so they ran away together.

Yuki Kujuku is also a civilian sorcerer. Since she is not a family-based sorcerer, there is a more than 70% chance that she will come to Tokyo Jutsu High School. If we look into Yuki Kujuku's resume, we will find that she is actually a senior who is many years older than them.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a family or peers who were worthy of being treated with caution. After the academic field was expanded, she was treated like a beast of burden, even worse than Gojo Satoru. Later, she did not complete her high school and simply went abroad to become a gangster.

Seeing Gao Zhuan's current appearance, the woman's eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia. She folded her hands on her chin and tilted her head to look at the scenery outside.

"I never thought this place would become like this. After such a big incident, the world of spellcasting has become much quieter."

The deaths of the old oranges were too horrible and bizarre, and it was impossible to trace the murderer, and no one dared to trace him. Some sorcerers tried to investigate, but eventually found that it was impossible to define or find any trace of the murderer, as if they did not exist in this world at all.

The spell is related to divination. A sorcerer divined this matter, and his result indicated hundreds of years later. The key word was God.

It was as if God couldn't stand the behavior of the General Office and brought down divine punishment.

god?

Jiujiu Yuki smiled sarcastically and held up his face to look at his fellow students.

"So, what are you going to do?"

There are many eyes and ears in Kyoto, so she couldn't ask. Now that she is in their territory, she can speak with confidence.

Xia Yujie glanced at Gojo Satoru. He had read a lot of books and done a lot of homework recently. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"The current structure of the Directorate is too crude. The current situation where power at the top cannot flow and is highly concentrated has led to a situation where the power structure is rotten but no one is trying to change it. Whether it is the arrangement of windows, the allocation of intelligence departments, or the deployment of the sorcerer organization, there are big problems. It will take a long time, little by little..."

"That's not what I meant."

Although Jiujiu Yuki, who was disgusted by the General Office and wanted to defect, was interested in the reform of the General Office, she wanted to talk about something bigger: "I mean, the cursed spirits and the world."

"Oh? What do you want to say?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and said in a strange tone.

The woman glanced at Gojo Satoru meaningfully, with the corners of her lips raised.

"This world full of cursed spirits is rotten to the core. What do you think, Six Eyes?"

Anyone who has joined the world of curse arts will have heard of the rumor that the birth of Rokugan led to a massive explosion of cursed spirits. Kujuyuki's feelings towards Rokugan are also quite complicated. She thinks that what the general directorate said is bullshit, but under the influence of public opinion, she cannot truly regard Gojo Satoru as a companion, and this sentence sounds a bit provocative.

The young man with cat-like round eyes looked at him for a while, sneered, and leaned against the white-haired boy next to him, his body softening into a pool of liquid.

His eyes were indifferent, and he just said, "It doesn't matter."

"I don't quite understand what you mean..." Xia Youjie had only recently heard about the outbreak between Rokugan and the Curse Spirit. He knew only a little about the confrontation between the two and instinctively wanted to give Gojo a chance: "What do you want to say?"

"Just like what we experienced, people killed cursed spirits, cursed spirits killed people, and the cycle was endless. Death, blood, and struggle, meaningless and without a future. What I have been thinking about is how to create a world where cursed spirits will not appear."

The woman spread her hands, leaned back, and stretched out her body like a cheetah basking in the sun:

"The human body leaks cursed energy all the time, but in the body of a sorcerer, cursed energy does not leak out, and no cursed spirits are produced. Therefore, there are only two ways to create such a world."

"First, eliminate the curse power of all mankind."

"Second, let all humans control their magical powers."

"What do you think?"

The scent of an adult woman filled her face, calmly examining their expressions, observing their every emotional fluctuation to determine their thoughts. Maybe she wants to find a companion, or she wants to promote her own ideas.

Qian Jianmu narrowed his eyes.

This is very similar to the question Izumo has been thinking about for many years, but a little different. Izumo's question is:

How to eliminate cursed power, and further, how to destroy cursed spirits. Destroying cursed spirits is a method to weaken cursed power, not an end.

His goal is to protect ordinary people.

Then, Izumo's reincarnation, Geto Suguru, also thought about this question.

However, the questions asked by Geto Suguru were raised by others and were misleading in themselves. His emotions were also in an unstable stage. The wrong life experience combined with the wrong timing created the wrong target results.

In the end, his goal became to destroy the cursed spirits, just to destroy the cursed spirits.

Because the focus shifted, the object of protection also changed and became the sorcerer.

It can't even be called protection. His later goals have become completely blurred, his actions and emotions have been severed, and the moment he went against himself, Geto Suguru's life had already stepped into hell.

Chigenmaku turned his eyes away, ignoring Gojo Satoru who was playing with the ends of his hair with his fingers and not wanting to pay attention to this question, and locked his eyes on Geto Suguru who was standing beside him...

Geto Xiayou seemed to be thinking about something.

So, was this the reason why he defected?

"However, my policy is actually incompatible with the nature of the technical college. The current technical college..."

Noticing their silence, Kujuyuki laughed and continued speaking, but halfway through, he suddenly heard a faint voice.

"Just kill all of humanity, right?"

“…”

She paused, her eyes moving away from Geto Suguru, who she thought was most likely to be traveling with her, and fell on Chigenmaku, who had just spoken.

The white-haired boy lowered his eyes, his expression was gloomy and unclear, and his tone was very light:

"Just like the survival of the fittest in nature, let those who can control spells survive and reduce the number of ordinary people. In this way, after thousands of generations, we can achieve the second goal and create a world that belongs to spellcasters."

It is not a senseless massacre, but an artificial selection, just like pet breeding, keeping the desired part and killing the unwanted part.

"...Chiken?" Xia Youjie looked over with a shocked expression.

"That's feasible." Jiujiu Yuki affirmed it.

This idea is indeed feasible, but Kujuyuki also feels that this idea goes too far beyond human rights. She shook her head and smiled.

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru, who was leaning against Sengenmaku, laughed and said in a strange tone:

"Of course it's feasible. If you really want to do this, you can't just kill people. You have to let the sorcerer have more children."

Qian Jianmu tilted his head slightly and saw that the boy's eyes were fixed on the outside. He seemed to be using his six eyes to see things. He didn't have time to adjust the direction of his eyes. He turned around belatedly with a calm look:

"Only when one grows stronger while the other shrinks can race replacement be achieved. The biggest problem is not how many ordinary people die, but how many children the sorcerers can give birth to. Currently, there are less than 700 sorcerers in Japan, but 70% of them will not leave any offspring. Under the current situation, everyone will have to give birth to at least 10 or 20 children. If they continue to give birth for several generations, after thousands of years, Japan will be almost full of sorcerers."

He even laughed morbidly but soberly:

"Spellcasters can also give birth to children without spellcasting talent. How about setting a fertility target? Those who are not spellcasters are not considered human beings. But in this case, each spellcaster would have to give birth to hundreds of children to make up ten people. It doesn't matter. I heard that there are test tube babies now. Oh, and there are clones. Cloning yourself also counts as one. How about that?"

He pretended to think for a while, and suddenly he acted as if he suddenly understood something:

"So, if we clone Gojo Satoru, we'll have one more Rokugan. That's great... Why didn't the Gojo family do it? Is it because they don't want to? Oh my, that's bad. If we clone ourselves like this, we might not be able to serve as population. What a pity."

As soon as the words fell, the area fell into deathly silence.

No one expected that Gojo Satoru would suddenly explode. Sengenmaku originally wanted to test Geto Suguru's thoughts, but Gojo Satoru's divergent thinking stuck his train of thought.

...This person is so resentful, why?

He stared at Gojo Satoru with an inquiring look for a while. Gojo Satoru's shell was just like that of a robot. He controlled himself from the inside out. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't show any emotion. At this moment, he was still very calm, as if he was not talking about reproduction by using humans as breeding pigs, but a math problem.

"…I'm kidding. It's impossible to survive by relying on a sorcerer alone…"

Jiujiuyuki was startled and opened his mouth, but his voice came out of his throat dryly.

She looked at Geto Suguru and saw that he was still thinking, as if he was seriously studying the feasibility. She was speechless and opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

...No, how come you college students are more radical than a radical like me?

She originally thought that the college students’ mission was to eradicate the disease by only treating the symptoms but not the root cause, and she probably didn’t think too much about it before sharing it... She was thinking too much!

He felt a slight chill down his spine, as if he was sitting at the same table with three potential serial killers. Jiujiu Yuki felt an unprecedented subtle sense of helplessness.

"Jay, say something."

Chigenmaku looked at Gojo Satoru with complicated eyes. The young man asked Geto Suguru with a half-smile. His smile was dark and weird, like a male ghost, and it was also coquettish and cute:

"Do you think this method is feasible?"

"If you think it's feasible, you go kill ordinary people tomorrow, and I'll lock up Old Orange to give birth to a child. If we work hard for a few hundred years, the cursed spirits will no longer exist! This is really a paradise for curse-casters, right?"

…

Hello! You definitely know something, right?

What's wrong with your memory? You can't always know it and then pretend nothing happened, right?

Gojo Satoru, are you a super powerful person? (trembling sound)

**

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…

The court exists to protect the interests of the group.

In the universal sense, it is a judgment of the group on the individual.

In nature, the 'court' still exists.

Expel or punish those who are different from the race, use violence against the weak, and exile the strong.

Under the leadership of the leader, the ethnic group has been renewed and replaced from generation to generation, forming a better structural system and creating an overall environment that is more suitable for group life.

Yet wherever courts exist, they are actually among the masses. It is a collective behavior when every individual has almost the same power and has to gather the will of other individuals.

In the court, there exists a more overbearing rule, which is not limited to the ethnic group at all, but has spread to the entire world, forming the basis for all rules and judgments.

That is generally called the law of the jungle.

As long as you are strong enough, the rules are not so important. As long as you are strong enough, the world will make concessions for you.

Because you are strong enough, you don't need to pay attention to the rules of the weak. You can just crush and trample them without even a trace of psychological burden. You don't even need to listen to what the weak think.

But if you encounter a being stronger than yourself, you can only endure it and naturally become the one being crushed.

However, the rules also restrict the strong.

If the stronger ones are not strong enough, absolute oppression is no longer absolute and the rules will be reorganized.

This is also a manifestation of the fact that "classification" and "ethnicity" themselves are worthless.

So what if you are a waste, so what if you are a beast, everything will be reshuffled. The strong must run, and the weak will never be weak forever.

So, why do you feel superior or inferior to others because of your illusory bloodline and talents?

…

Later, a being with fox ears appeared and explained his purpose to the judge.

It wants to ask a judge to judge dead things.

"We live diligently in this world, work hard, and create value."

The black fox said:

“Yet, whether it’s rocks, swords, or ropes, these mundane and worthless things, the things we create and maintain, are always hurting and even trying to kill us.”

"Except for normal deaths from illness or natural death from old age, almost all of our fellow humans who died died at their hands."

"Then what is the need for these meaningless things to exist?"

…

When the bluebird said this, he sighed:

"What an arrogant creature! How can it judge itself to be superior to inanimate objects?"

I said:

"That is worthless mercy."

The bluebird uttered a strange murmur:

"That's not even kindness, that's stupidity."

"That is a self-destructive disorder that gives up declaring war on the stronger and instead exploits the weak to earn living space under the domesticated mind."

This is true, but I still think it’s okay:

"But in the trial, this is reasonable, because it is not wrong to accuse the other party who violates the collective interests, but..."

"but?"

"But are dead things really worthy of being judged?"

"Yeah, so in the rules, it's rejected."

…

After a moment of silence, the judge said:

"I cannot judge dead things. They have no right to be judged."

“Why don’t you have the right to be tried?”

The fox was puzzled. He did not understand the silence of the gods, nor the sneers of his enemies.

"We are harmed, why do our enemies have the right to be immune from judgment?"

"So if I hurt them, do I have the right to be exempt from trial?"

The judge said:

"Of course, they are insignificant dust. Who will seek justice for dust?"

…

Hearing this, I was suddenly speechless.

Such utter arrogance, arrogance from top to bottom, creepy arrogance.

The mechanical eyes looked at me, and there was not a single wave in the bluebird's voice:

"Layer upon layer of discrimination and oppression, a suffocating environment from top to bottom, gave birth to distorted results."

"But that's the rule."

"In such a society, the rules mean discrimination and oppression."

——Excerpt from The Blue Bird and Judgment, Part 4

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