Chapter 98 You can’t be strong and rational at the same time, right, you crazy people?
Within the prison gate.
The golden halo has dissipated, and two white-haired people, one tall and one short, are sitting on the ground. From a distance, there is a parent-child atmosphere, and from a close distance, there is also a parent-child atmosphere.
"I don't like chocolate that much, and yours is too bitter."
The only adult-sized person was picking through a bag of candy, stuffing candies into his mouth and complaining.
When Dazai Osamu was growing up, he didn't like to eat. Because of low blood pressure and low blood sugar, he moved slowly and his face was always inexplicably pale. Sengenmaku simply ordered candies from a high-end candy store in Yokohama on a regular basis and shared them with everyone.
And because they don’t like sweet things, the sweetest chocolate in the box is 70%. This sweetness is just right for them, but a bit boring for Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru pulled out a piece of the sweetest candy from the bag, stuffed it into his mouth, biting the hard surface with his sharp teeth, and bit down without blinking or beating his heart.
The sugar cube shattered, and the cool scent of mint suddenly exploded.
Click, click.
The creepy, teeth-grinding sound was triggered by every chewing, and coupled with the pair of calm and chilly eyes, there was an inhuman feeling of ice breaking, as if winter had arrived in an instant, and the hairs all over the body stood up in fear of the unknown.
However, the only audience member seemed to be a blind man with absolutely no imagination or sense of atmosphere.
Just now, when Gojo Satoru was replenishing his long-lost sugar, the black mud-like substance formed by melted solid completely disappeared in his hand. The next moment, a smaller instrument slowly appeared. Compared with the big one that was bigger than his head, this one was not much bigger than a mobile phone.
The young man sat on the floor, typing on the screen, asking him questions without showing any shyness.
"Were you born here?"
"…Why do you ask that?"
Although they had only met for less than ten minutes, Gojo Satoru was very relaxed and answered all the questions.
"There are also stories like that, where a ring is found at the foot of a mountain, and an old man lives inside the ring. The old man says he will become my disciple and pass on his thousand-year-old skills to me... If it's female literature, it's about a handsome guy who was once a child of destiny or something..."
The young man muttered, seemingly distracted and not thinking:
"If you weren't really a human, I would have thought you were a Tsukumogami. You're qualified in every aspect..."
"...I don't understand at all? The Tsukusangjin disappeared hundreds of years ago..." Gojo Satoru: "You actually used the Tsukusangjin as an example. Are you an old guy from hundreds of years ago?"
"Squeak——"
A white light flashed by, and the young man pulled out a short knife from his leg covered by a large coat. The tip of the knife split the space and pressed against the palm of the big hand that was stretched out to him unknowingly. The young man did not even turn his head, but his hand holding the knife was very steady.
Gojo Satoru gave a subtle smile.
"So fierce, little devil."
"No sneak attacks, wait until I'm done."
"Okay."
Seeing this, the young man withdrew his hand, and his palm was refreshed to a state of nothingness, even the blood was gone.
The time inside the prison gate is infinitely close to zero. You won't be hungry or thirsty, and naturally you won't be injured. No one will get hurt in a time that is infinitely close to zero. In other words, every minute and every second he spends here is the same as the moment he first came in.
If other sorcerers were faced with this kind of extreme time suppression, they would not even have time to think after entering the Prison Gate Territory. But Gojo Satoru's computing power is ridiculously strong. He can handle a large amount of mathematical calculations in an unlimited amount of time, and naturally he can use this talent to keep thinking.
In general, the time scale within the Yumen Territory is not time, but calculation amount.
The total 'time' he has been here is actually the amount of calculations in his brain in a time infinitely close to 0.
In other words, assuming that the amount of calculations he can perform per minute is 5,256,000 times that of a normal person, then he can create a normal person's ten-year life in his brain in one minute.
This is how he was locked up in the prison gate. In that brief moment, he replayed every second of the past three years in his mind. He was not calculating at full strength, but was doing emergency calculations under unexpected circumstances. Even so, the amount of calculations he made was a million times more than that of a normal person.
However, in reality, the amount of calculations that Gojo Satoru can perform when he is focused is far greater than this. The unlimited lower limit he used was essentially countless mathematical problems with extremely large computational requirements. And his brain is a huge computing device with amazing computing power. The strength of his talent has never been his six eyes, but his brain that he has never stopped developing. The so-called six eyes given by God are just an accelerator that forces and assists him in his growth.
He used every second without limit, his brain frantically calculating the unimaginable huge data flow in this world. Now he is 28 years old, and he has been using it without interruption for a full decade.
28 years old, the age when a man reaches his peak. His computing power, understanding of the world, and control over his brain all reached the peak of his life at this time. The script has been pushed to its climax. It can be expected that the whole world will be his stage in the next twenty years. He is energetic, firm in his steps, clear in his goals, and will never look back.
The world is digitized in his eyes, the environment is digitized in his eyes, and people are also digitized in the eyes of the sky that are as vast as the boundless sky.
He stood on the top, gazing quietly, gazing at everything, looking down from the sky.
In the face of absolute power, human character means nothing to him, and so does human nature. His cold and sharp gaze, like a scalpel, pierced through the layers of skin transformed by time. He examined everyone's soul as if he was examining the god of his believers.
Some people will be controlled by tools, and some people will be controlled by knowledge. However, even though he endured such vivid and terrifying torture every day and tasted the dull pain of his soul being cut off from the world, he was still able to maintain his distinct personality, uphold his nature, act like a normal person, and even turn all his calculations into potential, deliberately keeping his brain quiet.
He is the master of his own mind. Just based on this point, stripping away the meaningless bonuses of so-called spells and spell powers, he is undoubtedly the strongest in the world.
Since he was six years old, under the influence of the words in the secret books of the Gojo family and the family education, the moment he used the unlimited technique, he had already deeply understood the essence of his technique. Brain power and computing power are his strongest weapons. Even the infinite space that expanded in his domain was only the extent to which he released his daily computing power to allow others to empathize with him.
At this moment, although Gojo Satoru looked quite relaxed, with a frivolous smile on his face, his eyes were cold. He observed the harmless child, who was smaller than any of his students, with apathy. He was clearly aware of one thing - in this world where the only time scale is calculation, the innocent child in front of him was in sync with him.
Even he himself was well aware that the amount of his calculations was daunting, and he never expected anyone to understand him, nor did he feel that he should receive any kind of reaction as a result. However, at this moment, it was as if he had met a companion with the same speed as in a slow-motion movie. As the sense of excitement and crisis grew, he tasted a hint of terror through a veil. The blend of terror and excitement almost made him tremble.
Want to fight.
The fighting and battle never stop.
It has been a long time since anyone has been able to fight him one-on-one, and everyone's attempts to defeat him have been cunning and scheming. He hated those dark thoughts that were as smelly and crawling as worms, and he longed for wanton violence all the time to vent the instinctive fighting nature of the strong.
He's been suppressed for too long.
His fingers were ready to move, his gloomy eyes were like the clear sky sinking into the deep sea, his frivolous smile looked a little weird in the shadows, and that stunningly beautiful face had a hint of madness and danger. A good hunter is good at being patient. He throws the candy into his mouth and uses the crunching of it to vent his uncontrollable impulse.
Wait a little longer, and he will know the answer.
He reached out and pulled the boy's slightly curly white hair. Since there was no malicious attack this time, the boy did not react.
Being able to distinguish between malice and kindness, even though it's a little small, but...
Wait a little longer, they still have a very long time (computational time).
**
Qian Jianmu was fully prepared for this trip.
He could not be so arrogant as to believe that his power could overcome all supernatural forces, nor would he easily trust a fox that had no humanity at all. After digesting the time jumping rules given by the fox, he asked for a time and space compass.
In order to prevent problems with time and space jump caused by Zero being unusable, this compass is his backup option. Since he could use the compass to get here, he could naturally use the compass to leave.
It turns out that if zero can be used normally, then the compass can handle it on its own.
In order to obtain materials for future technology, he disassembled the mechanical structure and materials inside the compass, and after careful calculations, reassembled it into a more convenient device. After that, he began to endlessly calculate the coordinates of the main world of Bungo Stray Dogs.
All of this can be done through zero calculations, but for something so invisible and intangible, if it is to the extent of spiritual power transmission, it would be fine, but if there is a real carrier, he would only feel at ease if he holds the real thing.
As mentioned earlier, since the world of literary masters is essentially a large ball of sand surrounding a central point, it is natural that each world has its own coordinates. The situation of the world outside this space is unclear, but at least it is relatively safe except for a disarmed madman. Take advantage of this time to calculate the coordinates of the main world, and then you can skip the transfer of the literary world and directly switch to the parallel world.
Even because he obtained the book of the literary world, he could use this compass to jump to all the parallel worlds of the literary world just by calculation.
He made a lot of money.
For him, agreeing to the request of the Fox World was a great win.
The only regret is that the rules of the compass are not strong enough, and he can feel that he can only jump to a few worlds around him. But in this case, since the two sides did not communicate with each other, he won everything. This time, he stole the old house and won.
This is very important, such a crucial matter, he will talk about it later with the crazy handsome guy next to him. Even if he is staring at his back with a covetous look, he cannot stop Qian Jianmu from debugging the machine.
"33, 78, 09..."
'Click.'
"Location successful."
Success!
Qian Jianmu let out a long sigh. He had even forgotten how long he had been operating. He turned around belatedly and saw that the bag of reserve sugar had been eaten up. The white-haired young man was half lying lazily with his hands behind his head, staring at his back with his head tilted.
That seems a bit rude. Let's make up for it.
After a pause, Qian Jianmu raised his hand:
"Hello! Nice to meet you. I'm Senmamuku, from Yokohama, Japan. I'm a writer and I'm currently on a business trip."
Anyway, let's just say hello again and pretend nothing happened before.
So many flaws...
Is this the time to introduce yourself, or is this the time for new students to enroll?
Gojo Satoru complained briefly, then followed suit very naturally.
"Hello, hello, this is Gojo Satoru. My hometown is Kyoto but I live in Tokyo. I am the most popular teacher in the high school and the best in spells. Currently..."
He smiled refreshingly and gave a thumbs up:
"Currently Juezhan is in jail!"
"Technical college teacher..." Chigenmaku raised a few question marks above his head: "Are you just a teacher? Your technical college is really terrible."
Although he didn't quite understand what he heard, Gojo Satoru realized that Sengenmaku didn't know him, so he responded without hesitation:
"No, I'm just exceptionally strong."
"I understand." Chiganemaku understood. It was probably the level of Fukuzawa Yukichi being the president and Edogawa Ranpo being the detective. Great people are hiding in the city, and it is not impossible that there are hidden talents in the technical school: "You just said Fusangshen...?"
"Is it time for questions now? I really can't help it..." Gojo Satoru propped up his face and looked at him with a half-smile: "The answer to the first question is - yes, Fusangshen has disappeared for hundreds of years. He has appeared, probably."
“…”
Does Fusangshen exist? So……
"Spiritual power?"
"Spiritual power...?" Gojo Satoru looked a little confused. "If you mean the Onmyoji's techniques, they do use the same power as the Tsukumogami, which may be spiritual power... By the way, this is the second question."
……?
Won the jackpot.
There have been spiritual powers and there have been Tsukumogami in this world.
Qian Jianmu's mind worked quickly, weaving an invisible network. He continued to ask:
"So what you are currently using is..."
"The third question is about cursed energy." Gojo Satoru held up three fingers and continued, "In essence, negative emotions can generate cursed energy. By the way, here's an answer. Our enemies, cursed spirits, are also born from negative emotions. Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Negative emotions and cursed spirits collided.
The reasons for the imbalance and darkening have also been found.
The only question is, if the spiritual power was exhausted hundreds of years ago, and the mainstream power of this world is the negative force of spell power, why has this world been able to persist until today before becoming dark?
Unless the spiritual power actually exists and has just disappeared recently.
...Time difference...World location...Prison...The strongest...Anchor point...
"One last question." Qian Jianmu's eyes became bright. He looked at Gojo Satoru steadily and said firmly, "You were imprisoned here not long ago, right?"
"Bingo! Fourth question, even though you didn't ask it at all."
Gojo Satoru's smile deepened as he moved closer to the boy's face, so close that Chikanmaku could see his own reflection in those piercing and stunningly beautiful eyes. The young man spoke every word in a voice as soft as a breath.
"Is it my turn now?"
Of course, from the moment he started counting, a game called question-for-question exchange had begun, which was a mutual consensus. The white-haired young man spread his hands and told him to go ahead.
"You are not from this world. You are here on a 'business trip'. What are you going to do? Tell me. I am very curious."
The young man's voice has developed to a slightly low stage, but even so, when he deliberately raises his voice and lengthens the ending sound, he creates a soft voice with a strong sense of youth, like sweet honey. It was obvious that he was well aware of his superior conditions, and it was natural for him to use them skillfully.
However, Qianjianmu had a blank expression on his face and pushed the white-haired head opposite him away with one finger.
"This distance is already some kind of invitation in my hometown. Please respect me."
He complained, and then answered his question lightly:
"Ah, to save the world."
Although he was pushed away, Gojo Satoru was not angry. At his level, those human needs were really far away from him. Since the other party was unwilling, he was still very polite. Hearing his answer, he didn't doubt it, but was a little confused.
"Save the world?" He muttered to himself, "Except for the rotten oranges, this world is still okay? Is it worth saving?"
"We're here." Qian Jianmu untied the bandages tied around his thighs, which had been tightened because of his shrinkage, and held the knife in his hand with its sheath. He lowered his eyes and explained: "From the moment you came here, your world has been hopeless."
Imbalance is a terrible thing.
It may be just a strand of hair, just an imperceptible gust of wind, but this seemingly insignificant action becomes the cause of all depravity.
When Gojo Satoru made a mistake and entered a space outside of this world, the last bit of spiritual power in the world was declared extinct.
Darkening is irreversible. Even if he could go back, he would not be able to interrupt the process of darkening.
It will only get worse, and worse and worse, worse than you can imagine.
One wrong step will lead to all the wrong steps. The world will fall into sleep and the balance between positive and negative can no longer be maintained. In the darkened world, the probability of all "just" beings being killed will increase exponentially.
They have lost the protection of the 'world', lost their 'luck', and stood on the opposite side of the unbalanced world. All 'justice' will be worn away, withered and melted in such a world, and then become a pile of sewage that no one cares about in the dark world.
Then extreme emotions ran rampant, desolation, silence, and destruction. The world is quiet, ushering in the end.
Qian Jianmu didn't care about his emotions. After all, he was an adult in his twenties or thirties. He wouldn't cry and make a fuss over such a small matter. Besides, they were not familiar with each other. He is very nice to children, but not to adults.
But it seemed that Gojo Satoru had realized that something was happening. The moment he finished speaking, his smiling face suddenly became expressionless, and he just looked at him coldly, as if he was trying to distinguish the truth from the falsehood in his words, or as if he was inferring the future direction based on known facts. Judging from his performance, he probably already guessed what was going to happen.
Weighing the short knife in his hand, the textured black and silver scabbard tightly locks the blade. This does not belong to any one of the swords, but is an independent sword that has been transformed by severing its original relationship with the Tsukumogami and infusing it with spiritual power, just like a time travel army. If we use the term Onmyoji, it is similar to a shikigami.
It has no self-emotions and can form a spirit body, but it is not as lively as a Tsukumogami.
It took him a long time to make this one, but it felt good to use and he was very satisfied.
Although the use of spiritual power and cursed power is restricted within the prison gate, they have not completely disappeared, similar to the barrier between supernatural powers and spiritual power within the Honmaru. But just like Dazai Osamu's blood has the power to negate things, the spiritual power in the dagger is also real.
He gave Gojo Satoru time to react, and when he saw that it was almost time, he handed the knife over.
“Can you feel it?”
The blue eyes slid down and fell on the short sword. Gojo Satoru stared at it quietly without saying a word.
"Can you feel it? A power that originates from within you."
The short sword is very short, not even as long as the forearm, and it looks even shorter in Gojo Satoru's broad and powerful palm. The weapon that was in Qian Jianmu's hand was like a fruit knife in his hand. Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, grasped the hilt and pulled out the knife.
The white blade flashed, and a subtle and unique power existed. Without thinking, he slashed his arm with the blade, and the blood flowed out.
If the six eyes could still be used, perhaps I could see all the changes more clearly. But he was not useless after losing the six eyes. With his control over his body, every pause in the flow of that subtle cursed energy was abrupt and distinct.
"How strange..." He muttered to himself, but laughed.
His God-given appearance allowed him to make any expression without losing his beauty. However, when his emotions are revealed openly on this face, the subtle changes become particularly distinct.
It was a kind of fanatical madness, pure madness without any emotion.
The next moment, he stabbed the knife directly into his abdomen——
The blade was sunk into the body, the handle pressed against the skin. Her white eyelashes drooped, lowering her blue eyes. He let go, allowing the sword to remain in his body. The young man raised his head slowly and gave Qian Jianmu a strange and excited smile.
"The cursed power has been restrained."
In such a space, only by keeping the sword in the flow of mana, which is crucial to the circulation of mana, can one realize the feeling of blockage and suppression.
The control over the body, the in-depth understanding of cursed energy, and the awareness of the fleeting feeling of stagnation when trying to cut the arm for the first time are not something that ordinary people can do.
Crazy enough, and smart enough.
"Where's the spiritual power?"
Gojo Satoru chuckled oddly.
"It cannot be called. However, if it is in a relatively concentrated area——"
He was so fast that only his afterimage could be seen, and he suddenly pulled the knife out from his abdomen. The wound healed in an instant. Holding the dagger horizontally in his palm, he raised it with a laugh and stabbed it into his temple without mercy!
No matter how short it was, the length of a knife was slightly longer than the diameter of the head, and the tip of the knife even pierced out from the other temple, flashing a bloody white light.
……!
Qian Jianmu took a breath of cold air.
"Ha ha!"
The white-haired young man pulled out the dagger inch by inch, as if it was not his own brain that was being inserted. As he laughed, the tip of the knife even stirred in his brain. However, he didn't care. All the forced human expressions disappeared, leaving only the strong and distinct inhuman feeling.
"I know. I feel it."
He looked at Qian Jianmu with a smile, but he could not make Qian Jianmu feel any warmth. Instead, he faced the strange coldness of some inhuman creature.
"Want to know more about our story? How about I tell you? I know a lot. It's Gojo-sensei's exclusive lessons. You can't buy them even if you pay for them."
“…”
The dagger was sheathed and slid between his fingers. He threw it up and Qian Jianmu raised his hand to catch it.
"Where should I start? Let's start with my reversal technique. And the reversal technique... This is really interesting."
Although he was smiling, his eyes were cold.
"The cursed energy has been cut off, but my reversal technique can still be used."
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