How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

It wasn't something he was supposed to get involved in until his teacher tried and came to a conclusion.

So early this morning, Fushiguro Megumi got up in her dormitory as usual, took off her pajamas and put on her school uniform. Looking at her messy, spiky hair in the mirror, she had no intention of tidying it up and washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Together with my seniors and classmates, a new training program is about to begin.

In order to prevent Hisahito Itadori's death from happening again, as a sorcerer, he must first master even greater power.

Although he heard from Gojo Satoru that Itadori Yuujin had let slip that he was not dead, Itadori Yuujin would always remain in his heart, and the memory of his bet with Sukuna was deeply etched into Fushiguro Megumi's being.

"Eating only bread for breakfast isn't good, how about a glass of hot milk?"

"Thank you."

Taking the milky white liquid that was emitting white steam, the good boy Fu Heihui thanked him and drank it down in one gulp.

The temperature was just right – not too hot or too cold – but it was a little too sweet, with no milky flavor at all; my mouth was just filled with sweetness.

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but frown.

It's not that I don't like it, but it's a bit hard to get used to having something so sweet so early in the morning.

Moreover, from a culinary perspective, this glass of milk is completely unacceptable. It only looks like milk; it has no milk flavor at all. Only after several rounds of saliva are secreted and the lingering sweetness in the mouth can one taste a trace of milk.

This should be sugar water, not milk.

"And, who are you?"

He quickly made a gesture, and the shadow on the ground reflected a dog's head.

Fukuro Megumi activated her curse power, and if things went wrong, the thing in the shadow would jump out immediately and tear the person in front of her to shreds!

"Sigh, as expected, this passive ability stopped working properly after we left Xiao Liuli's world."

The person who handed the milk to Fushiguro Megumi gave an irrelevant answer, showing no regard for the place as someone else's dormitory, and plopped down on the bed.

Good morning, Mr. Blackie!

The person who arrived was naturally Miss Fox.

The sweetness of the milk suited Miss Fox's taste. Before transmigrating, Miss Fox had always had a sweet tooth, and it became even stronger after transmigrating. She wondered if that little broken ball had done something to it.

It's just that we're not usually in a world where we can easily make candy, so we can only rely on fruit that we begged from Zi Ma.

Having traveled to Gokou Ruri's modern society, I naturally need to catch up on the things I forgot to learn in Academy City.

That glass of milk was a masterpiece born from the long-awaited abundance of sugar.

If too much sugar is accidentally added, the sweetness will definitely be excessive without even tasting it, so Miss Fox handed it to Fushiguro Megumi, who had just woken up.

"Is this the group owner?" Upon hearing this, Fushiguro Megumi realized that the group owner had indeed told him in the group yesterday that she would be coming today.

I didn't expect it to be so early. They came over right after I woke up and even heated up a cup of milk for me... even though it was way too sweet.

"Just call me Fox, or Miss Fox. Calling me 'group owner' sounds too formal~"

Otherwise, it'll be harder to get close to them and take advantage of them later. "You're going to school soon, right? What are you preparing for?"

Miss Fox looked up and looked around the room.

A desk, a small bed, a lamp, neatly arranged books, and a wastepaper bin that is truly just a wastepaper bin, without any strange smell or eerie dampness or stickiness. A few identical clothes hang on the wall, and the few electronic devices are an alarm clock.

The small room was kept very clean and did not appear bulky at all.

The year on the calendar definitely starts with 20, not 19. It's hard to believe this is a teenager's room these days!

"Your room is nicely tidy!"

“This is my dormitory, and we live right inside the school,” Fushiguro Megumi explained.

This is actually a dormitory?

Miss Fox blinked, and a sour taste immediately filled her mouth. She couldn't say anything more; it was too pungent.

She never imagined that this small single room was actually a dormitory provided by the school for students. Is this what a special vocational school is like? I love it!

They all want to study here.

However, before she transmigrated, Miss Fox had already graduated. Although she missed studying and wanted to go back, she couldn't bring herself to actually study there.

“Miss Fox, you probably don’t have anywhere to stay here. There are very few people at the school, and there are plenty of empty rooms in the dormitories. I’ll talk to the principal later and we should be able to give you a room to stay in temporarily.”

"Oh, that's good." The student dormitory is a small single room or something.

However, Miss Fox did not expect that such good accommodations would not be fully booked.

Well, thinking about it, that makes sense. After all, it's a school for special professions. These kinds of professions that require combat are definitely consumables, so it's normal for there to be few people.

The solution to the accommodation problem was quite good, which made her get up very early because she went to bed too early.

"Your teacher works at the school, right? Tell me his office later, and I'll go find him myself."

The domain, although it belongs to the power system here, is the domain of sorcery.

But Miss Fox was also very tempted. She had a feeling when she heard the description in the group. Although it was not the kind of fantasy novel that she wanted the most, which had been written to death, it was still something quite close!

She should try it out; who knows, she might be able to use it as a basis to create a similar ability!

For example, the field of gravity!

Incidentally, you can also follow this little black teacher to see the world, come into contact with cursed spirits, practice on them, and improve your skill proficiency.

After all, training combat skills in real combat is much better than learning in isolation, isn't it?

Moreover, there's no need to worry about being too restrained. After all, this kind of profession, which involves cleaning up evil spirits that are lurking in human society and harming humanity, is bound to be connected with the state. In the end, the state will naturally find a way to make up stories to deceive the public.

Miss Fox came here with the intention of achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop!

“That guy is usually not at school.” Fushiguro Megumi shook her head, freezing the fox-girl’s smile on her face.

"Miss Fox, don't be fooled by how embarrassing that guy is in the group chat. Actually, Teacher is the strongest person in this world, the strongest existence in the world of sorcery, and an extremely busy person."

"But don't worry, once he gets in touch with you and knows you're here, he'll be back in no time."

"Before that, let me help you, Miss Fox, learn about sorcery in advance."

"In exchange, I also want to see the power beyond sorcery."

Fushiguro Megumi looked intently at Miss Fox.

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Chapter 502 There is no need to change the venue

Click.

The doorknob was turned, and the door was pushed open from the outside, revealing a room that looked like a dojo.

The interior was empty and desolate; apart from the plaques and signs hanging above, there was nothing else to be found.

"Fukuguro-kun, is there something you need?"

In a dark corner, a burly man wearing sunglasses was constantly doing something with his hands.

Upon closer inspection, it appears they are making a rag doll.

The tall, burly man skillfully crafted a rag doll, speaking in a very sophisticated tone while doing something quite unexpected—it was like a scene from a comic book.

"Little Black, I think your position in the work is probably one of the top two, right?"

Although the exact reason is unknown, most of the worlds in the Dimensional Ocean are derived from entertainment works from Earth.

Seeing this scene, Miss Fox was quite certain that this world originated from a work on Earth.

With superpowers, the contrast of the principal, and Fushiguro Megumi's spiky hair that never flattens out, it's hard not to think that way.

"Miss Fox, what are you suddenly saying?" Fushiguro Megumi was taken aback.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what, I am a real person. I am thinking and I am taking action."

Discovering that one is actually a character from a fantasy story breaks one's defenses, causes a drastic personality change, and leads to self-abandonment.

I'm sorry, but Fushiguro Megumi doesn't have the time to think about such meaningless things.

His goal was clear: to stick to his beliefs and keep moving forward on this path, doing what he believed was right was enough.

"Miss Fox, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Masamichi Yagami, the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher School. He is a renowned master craftsman of 'Jukai' (cursed corpses) in the jujutsu world."

At this moment, Principal Nocturne Masamichi also stopped what he was doing, looked up, and carefully examined the woman beside his student... a female elf?

At first glance, the conspicuous pair of pointed ears immediately reveal that it is not human.

He has well-proportioned features that perfectly match Asian aesthetics. He is tall and straight, and even with high heels, he is no shorter than the average Asian. He would even get high marks in Europe and America.

If it weren't for the fact that it was completely clean and free of any cursed power, the Night Moth righteous path would have suspected that it was a new type of cursed spirit.

However... lacking magical power is actually a bigger problem than the fact that the opponent's species is an elf!

"Don't stare at me, uncle..."

Being stared at intently by someone was unbearable, even for Miss Fox, whose social anxiety and introversion had improved considerably; she got goosebumps all over her body.

I can't take it!

As a socially awkward and introverted person, what she fears most is talking face-to-face with complete strangers. It's fine if the other person doesn't look at her much, but if, like now, even sunglasses can't block out that prying gaze, Miss Fox is completely uneasy.

When she talks to others face-to-face, she tends to have a lot on her mind, but what comes out of her mouth is always the worst speech.

Not to mention now that they're being watched closely.

Huff... Take a deep breath!

“I come from another world. It’s unrealistic to expect to find anything in me that only life in this world can possess.”

Upon hearing this, Moth Masamichi nodded and lowered his gaze, which made Miss Fox feel much better.

"That's the guy who mentioned it, your group member, right?"

Naturally, just like a parent's attitude when their child brings an online friend to their home, Principal Yae Masamichi forcibly controlled his facial expression and put on a kind smile.

Well, to be honest, it would have been better if I hadn't smiled.

"You're probably here to ask about accommodation, right? There aren't many students at the school, so you can just pick any empty room." The situation unfolded so smoothly that it didn't surprise Miss Fox at all.

After all, the feeling of being broken into a group isn't something that happened overnight. When Fushiguro Megumi first entered, and then her teacher Gojo Satoru used a student as a channel to forcibly enter and chat, Miss Fox already knew what was going to happen next.

The main characters' teachers are, of course, very attentive to their students.

If a student in their own school were to add something so suspicious right under their noses, even if only one of the teachers or the principal found out, they would surely inform each other just in case.

Therefore, it's perfectly normal for a plot where the character is directly accepted as a time traveler.

And then next...

"Then, guests from another world."

The principal stood up and walked out from the corner of the room.

His burly physique and imposing voice echoed in the room, exuding an air of superiority no matter how you looked at it.

Here comes the authoritative mode specifically for educating younger generations.

If this were a manga storyline, then the subsequent events and the performance of Principal Yagami Masamichi would be completely irrelevant as a reference for actual combat strength.

After all, they can easily crush everything in civil wars and are very arrogant, but when it comes to foreign powers, they are quick to back down.

Especially the main characters, such as teachers and principals, who have titles or ranks.

"In short, we're going to have a fight, right?"

Miss Fox knew perfectly well what Principal Fushiguro Megumi wanted to say.

The transmigrator's massive reading volume is not a plot device; I've seen similar scenarios hundreds of times in different books, so my guess was basically correct.

"Haha, the power of another world, extraordinary abilities beyond magic, the opportunity is right in front of me, I still can't help but want to experience it." Principal Nightmoth Masamichi nodded, glad that Miss Fox understood what he meant.

When Gojo Satoru first told him about this, Yagami Masamichi was somewhat skeptical.

After all, everyone in the world of sorcery knows that Gojo Satoru can say anything. Aside from things related to sorcery, it's really hard to tell what's true and what's false from Gojo Satoru's mouth.

But now that Miss Fox is standing right in front of him, he has no choice but to believe it.

There was no magical power in her body, her long, pointed ears were genuine, and beneath her beautiful appearance, she exuded a dangerous aura.

If this person is a native of their world, that's possible, but it's less likely than the possibility that they actually come from another world.

"So, shall we go somewhere else?" Miss Fox asked decisively.

Although the room's structure resembled a dojo, Miss Fox didn't feel any power enhancing it while standing inside. It was just an ordinary room that could be easily destroyed with a little force.