[…Failed.]

With no expression, Kagome killed his own body in this round again. 】

"Two hundred and thirty-two times..." Megumi Fushiguro uttered the words with great difficulty.

Two hundred and thirty-two failures, two hundred and thirty-two suicides, and two hundred and thirty-two times watching the people I was close to, loved, and cared about die, and I was powerless to do anything.

Even if they were separated by a cold screen, they would not be able to bear such a scene, not to mention that these were things that another person had experienced.

——I simply cannot imagine what would happen if any one of them were to experience something like that.

[Unlike the previous restart which was completely dominated by the world, without the dominance of the world, Geto Suguru, who participated in the development of the world line, cannot directly pull out his soul, so he can only escape from this round by hurting his own body.

So, he killed himself as many times as he tried.

So much so that later on, Geto Suguru's purpose of restarting the game seemed to have become unclear, and he seemed to have lost his original determination to save everyone.

The sky was gray and gloomy, as if it was drunk. White mist surrounded the buildings, trees and streets. The air was humid and it seemed like it was going to rain, but after waiting for a long time, no cold rain fell.

It makes people wonder whether to stay at home or go out.

There aren't many people or cars on the streets of Tokyo. Only once every ten minutes or so can you see a yellow taxi rushing by.

Yuji Itadori followed behind Geto Suguru and stood at the intersection of the street. His originally clear eyes suddenly became a little confused.

He seemed to be looking at another place, or another thing, through this intersection, or some other scenery.

Yuji Itadori was in a trance for a moment. The sky in front of him seemed to have become much darker. Fine raindrops kept falling down, mixing with mist, blocking the view of pedestrians and passing vehicles.

He was standing on the street today, carrying a bag of food and holding a black umbrella in his left hand. He held the handle of the umbrella tightly, waiting for the green light, and took a step towards the zebra crossing.

The raindrops hit his face coldly, and the shopping bag in his hand was wet by the slanting rain, and water droplets condensed on the plastic bag containing the cabbage.

He knew clearly that the ingredients in his hand were bought for Mr. Geto, and he also knew clearly that today was Geto's birthday. All the people from the Jujutsu High School gathered in Geto's house and laughed.

In his memory, the vehicles that had been parked safely outside the zebra crossing suddenly appeared with their high beams on, causing him to be temporarily blinded. It seemed to be a white sedan.

But knowing this was of no use, as Yuji Itadori was hit by an oncoming vehicle and his body fell on the street more than ten meters away.

The memory of being hit by a car was very vague. At the moment of being hit, all he could remember was the dazzling white high beams, the hazy rain curtain, and the continuous honking of horns in his ears.

Yuji Itadori stopped subconsciously, looked up at the dim and empty intersection, and landed on the street a few dozen meters away.

...without his body.

Yuji Itadori breathed a sigh of relief, and he thought almost subconsciously: This way, Mr. Getsu won't come back again.

Start over?

Yuji Itadori blinked in confusion. Why did he think of this?

"Yuujin?"

Hearing the concerned voice of Geto Gou in his ears, Yuji Itadori reacted quickly, put away the thought that just occurred to him, and smiled, "It's okay, Mr. Gou! Let's go find Hui and No Rose!"

"Today is your birthday, right?" Yuji Itadori blurted out.

Xia Yujie seemed to be stunned for a moment, and these words seemed to have triggered his long-forgotten memories.

But he quickly recalled his memory and denied his own guess in his heart.

In the endlessly repetitive cycles, he is the only one who remembers everything.

"What are you talking about, Hisahito?" The young teacher looked at him a little puzzled. "Today is not my birthday."

After regaining consciousness, Yuji Itadori raised his hand and stroked the back of his head, smiled and said, "Sorry, I seemed to be distracted just now."

He was just distracted by the sudden memory, and then he remembered that he seemed to have really experienced such a day.

However, unlike what he remembered, just as he was about to step onto the zebra crossing, Mr. Getsu suddenly appeared and pulled him back. The two of them stood at the edge of the sidewalk and passed by a speeding white car.

It was really thrilling, but Yuji Itadori didn't have a deep impression of it.

I don’t know why, I just can’t remember it.

If it weren't for this inexplicable memory, he might never be able to remember this memory in his entire life.

Yuji Itadori took this idea and the various conjectures that corresponded to it into his mind and followed in the footsteps of Geto Suguru. 】

"This is...what you remembered?" Yuji Itadori said hesitantly.

"Maybe I remembered it." Fushiguro Megumi stared at the screen. The scene of his classmate being hit by a car was extremely real, so real that he almost screamed out loud.

But at the same time, he was also very clear that it was just something that happened a long time ago, and for Geto Suguru it was just a trivial matter.

Because he has experienced so much.

Kagome Kei is a god, but he cannot take care of Gojo Satoru, them, and the others in the high school by himself.

It's like a cynical joke that he has so much power but can't save everyone.

If a god can't even save those close to him, then what good is he?

Of course, Geto Xiayou couldn't answer these questions himself, so he was trapped in a small, dark box. The box was airtight and as dark as the abyss. If he couldn't leave the box, he would slowly suffocate inside.

[Kagino Rose and Fushiguro Megumi are standing at the entrance of a residential building.

The gloomy sky and the dark buildings hidden in the rain mist complement each other, creating an old, decayed, eerie atmosphere.

Fushiguro Megumi held a black umbrella and put her other hand in her pocket, trying to see her teacher through the hazy rain with her green eyes.

He still had that cool guy expression, with his black hair sticking out in irregular patterns, making him look a bit like a black sea urchin.

The sea urchin boy raised his hand to check the time on his phone, silently calculating the time in his heart.

Nagisa Yami was standing farther away from the residential building, closer to the street, holding a transparent umbrella. She also squinted her eyes, trying to see the familiar figure in the white mist.