Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

My name is Fushiguro Jinji, I live in Beika-cho 5-chome, and I am currently unmarried.

Of course, this is a second time.

When he was transported to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, he became the young Fukuro Shinobu. He didn't understand the plot or the direction of the story. How could he survive in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen without any jutsu at the start?

He had no magical powers and only wanted to live a peaceful life, but things didn't go as planned, and he was thrown into a group of cursed spirits to fend for himself.

From initial fear and panic, he gradually became cold-blooded and ruthless.

He gradually destroyed the Zen temple, never married or had children, and devoted himself to reaching the summit.

It wasn't until he met that person that he understood what genius truly meant...

But none of that matters anymore.

After being blasted through the body by the opponent's curse, he lost consciousness, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar yet strange ceiling... Most importantly, this was a world without curses.

This is Tokyo. There are no sorcerers, no families, and no cursed spirits. It seems very peaceful...

To break free from the shackles of the past and be reborn—what mercy that is!

Perhaps it was fate? Fuheishen's lips curled slightly, but he showed no sign of confusion.

Stray dogs don't need tombstones; they can just run wild until they rot.

.......

Fuheshel looked around. Judging from the decorations, the surroundings were decorated in an English style, with solid wood furniture and various ornaments, which looked elegant and luxurious overall.

However, the bloodstains on the floor and the strange array caught his attention.

"...So the original owner was a spirit summoner." Fu Heishen squatted down to examine the formation.

A flood of memories suddenly surged into his mind, but were suppressed by his superhuman strength. Like a flood, the memories were crushed into droplets and slowly merged into his mind.

Because of his overwhelming physical strength, he crushed the other person's soul, leaving them with only recent memories...

It seems that the other party only possessed information about the physical body. Although he didn't understand these things very well, it was clear that this person's soul had been defeated by his own body.

Was this his second time transmigrating? Feeling the memories in his mind, Fu Hei Shen Er felt neither sorrow nor joy.

The original owner was a spirit summoner, and also had another identity: a highly sought-after assassin star in the assassin world.

But for some reason, his identity was exposed.

He was forced to accept the recruitment of the leader of a transnational criminal organization, whose power seemed to be extraordinary.

The original owner agreed without the slightest hesitation.

As a result, during one of his physical incarnations, he summoned himself...

After putting on his black short-sleeved shirt and trousers in the room, he looked at the man in the mirror. He was still the same as before, with a clean and neat head of short hair. His muscles were full and smooth, but not exaggerated. He looked like a perfectly crafted work of art, like the ultimate beauty of the human body sculpted by those famous sculptors throughout the ages.

"Have all the cursed artifacts disappeared...?" Fuhe Shen'er calmly felt his body; he could no longer feel the ugly treasure he had swallowed earlier.

This greatly reduces his combat power, because Ugly Treasure's body contains rare cursed artifacts he collected in the world of curses. These artifacts can be shrunk to the size of a ball, and swallowing them can shield him from the perception of cursed power.

But I can't feel it at all now.

However, Fuheshen glanced down at his powerful arm and drew a long sword from his body—the Soul-Devouring Blade.

Its characteristic is that it ignores the hardness of any object and directly severs its soul.

Besides the Soul-Devouring Blade, there is also a long chain, the Ten Thousand Mile Chain, which can extend indefinitely if its root is not observed.

As for the other weapon, the Heavenly Reversal Blade, it was destroyed during the battle with that man.

Now it seems that Ugly Baby has merged with me...

Fuheishen's scarred lips curled up slightly, and a sense of peace instantly filled his mind and body.

This was true in the first world; strength was the foundation for survival.

Looking at the floating clouds and flying birds in the sky, Fuheishen smiled. When he first transmigrated to the world of magic, he thought about going back to live a peaceful life, but unfortunately, reality was very cruel.

Didi...

The communicator next to me rang.

Fukushiro opened the message and glanced at it: Beika Town Medical Center...before six o'clock.

A map is also attached below.

Ha, you piece of trash, who are you ordering around?

Although he was a star assassin in the world of sorcery in his previous life, having assassinated some very powerful sorcerers, his relationship with his employers was one of cooperation. Of course, it might be due to the competitive spirit of the strong not fearing the strong, or perhaps it was due to his obsession with physical strength being superior to sorcery, or perhaps it was revenge against the three great families for taking pride in sorcery.

Fu Heishen sneered, ignoring the other party's message, and checked the balance in the account based on the fragmented information in his mind.

He felt a little excited after clicking on it.

In the world of sorcery, he is a star assassin, but he is very poor because he likes to gamble.

He firmly believed that he was making the most money at the lowest cost, but his luck was terrible, and he always lost when he gambled.

This resulted in me being poor all along and not having any savings.

This guy is a celebrity killer; his bank account balance must be... not low, right?

Upon seeing the balance in his account, Fuheishen'er was momentarily stunned, his expression turning cold. He squeezed the communicator so hard that it exploded.

The cold 20,000 yen lay on the screen of the communication device.

20,000 yen!

How is he supposed to live like this?

Beikacho Medical Center... The name sounds familiar.

Fuheshel put away his previous statement: "The leader of a transnational crime syndicate must be very rich."

He opened the wardrobe and picked out a black trench coat. He preferred to wear simple clothes, but for some reason, the original owner's wardrobe only contained black clothes.

Fuhesh was walking down the street. He didn't have much money left, so he couldn't afford a taxi and had to walk.

The Beikacho Medical Center was located on a relatively secluded street. He stood there for a while and saw a black Porsche 356A parked in front of it.

A man dressed in black, with a wide chin and sunglasses, got out of the car, along with a girl with brown hair and beautiful ice-blue eyes.

"Is this where I'll live a good life from now on?" The tea-haired girl sneered, her icy blue pupils filled with mockery.

This Beikacho Medical Center is her new 'prison'—it was supposed to be a better environment for her, but it hasn't been much better.

"Shirley, don't be ungrateful." The burly man with sunglasses grinned fiercely. "Remember, coming here is a good thing. It means you won't be eliminated like those small fry."

The girl with blue eyes lowered her eyes, looked at the ground, and said nothing.

This made the burly man very proud; he felt he had frightened the other party.

"What did you just call her?" A voice suddenly appeared in the sunglasses-wearing man's ear.