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"A man has to die three times in his life."

"For the first time, when your heart stops and your breath dies, you are declared biologically dead"

"The second time, when you were buried and people came to your funeral in black, they announced that you no longer existed in this society, and you quietly left"

"The third time is the last person in this world who remembers you and forgets you, so you really die. The whole universe will no longer have anything to do with you."

Xia Youjie was different, he had died four times, but it could also be said that he had never died.

The first time he died was when he really had power.

When he entered the college, he personally signed his name on the student file.

'With this power, it should be used to protect the weak'.With this thought in mind, the ordinary person "Xia Youjie" is dead, and the one who lives is the "magician" Xia Youjie.

The second death was the moment when Tiannai Lizi died in front of him.

He crossed out his name from "strongest".Because he failed to protect that poor girl as he promised.

The third death was when he defected.

He personally killed his parents, both of whom were ordinary people, and personally executed his past self, and said to himself, "The righteousness you insist on is not worth mentioning."

The fourth death, in his view, is death in the true sense, and at the same time, immortality in the true sense.

When Gojo Satoru found him, he was leaning in the alley covered in blood, waiting for his life to come to an end.

Seeing his best friend from the past, the embarrassed Xia Youjie breathed a rare sigh of relief.

"It's just that in this world, I couldn't smile from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm sorry, Wu," Xia Youjie thought in his heart, looking at the pair of blue eyes in front of him, he wanted to reach out and touch them for no reason.

But he has no strength anymore, the Hyakki Night Walk consumed a lot of his spell power, and with the serious injury caused by Yi Gu Youta, now he can't even think.

'Thank you, Wu... I'm sorry. In front of his best friend, Xia Youjie closed his eyes and his heart stopped beating.

Xia Youjie, who was silent, couldn't see those six eyes that were shining like stars just a second ago, and they dimmed as he left.

"December 2017, 12, the death of Xia Youjie, a special curse master"

"Executing the Sorcerer—Gojo Satoru"

Xia Youjie didn't know that the death given to him by his best friend was not the death he imagined, but eternal life.

People who are really dead, even their names will disappear; the dead who are remembered are not really dead.

So death never came to Xia Youjie.

It was dark, there was no sound, nothing but nothingness and silence.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes, trying to find the light, but found nothing.

'what happened? Xia Youjie held his hands in front of his face, the darkness made him unable to see anything, he could only feel the existence of his body by putting his hands on his face.

He should be dead, but what is the situation now?

There is no aura of the curse spirit around, and he should not be the curse spirit now.

Could it be that he realized what he did?

Xia Youjie didn't know what happened, he could only stay quietly in the dark alone, waiting, waiting aimlessly...

Until one day, he felt a violent tremor.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes, looking for a light source almost with anticipation.

There was no light source, but he heard a familiar voice.

"But you should wake up too, Jay?"

This is... Enlightenment?

Being alone in the dark for a long time made Xia Youjie's brain rust, and before he had time to think, Xia Youjie felt himself being suppressed by a sudden object.

what happened?

Xia Youjie wanted to push away the person in front of him, but in the next second, he felt a severe dizziness in his brain. Accompanied by the dizziness, a dazzling white light appeared in front of Xia Youjie's eyes.

"Jie? Jie, are you okay?" A gentle female voice suddenly came from my ear.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes and saw everything in front of him clearly.

"This is..." Xia Youjie looked at the strange yet familiar decorations around him, turned his head and saw the woman next to him.

This is... mother! ?

Didn't he kill his only parents the year he defected?

The pair of parents who advertised themselves as elites have been personally...

Xia Youjie lowered his head subconsciously, and saw his hands that had shrunk significantly.

An OK bandage was pasted on the back of his right hand. Xia Youjie peeled it off and saw the not-so-shallow scratch inside.

This is... the wound he had when he saw the curse spirit for the first time.

Xia Youjie raised his head and looked at his mother again.

The black-haired, sharp-eyed woman in my memory is holding her schoolbag and school uniform in one hand, and a mobile phone that should have been eliminated long ago in the other.

He, Xia Youjie, came to this world again after he died for an unknown amount of time, and he even turned into an eight-year-old man! ?

Thinking of this, Xia Youjie showed a shocked expression.

In front of him, the woman who was killed by himself, after noticing Xia Youjie's expression at the moment, showed the impatient expression Xia Youjie was very familiar with.

"Jie, didn't mom say that?" A sharp voice came into his ears.

"Mom said that those monsters were all made up by Jie's imagination...Jie, your current appearance makes mother very embarrassed, and because of Jie's matter, Dad has not been working smoothly for the past two days..."

The voice in his ear was automatically blocked by Xia Youjie, and he was looking at his palm in a daze.

This is really...disgusting.

Xia Youjie twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and said what he often said to his mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I won't do it next time."

"Okay, I've asked your teacher for leave today."

The woman glanced at the time, and threw her schoolbag and school uniform on Xia Youjie's bed.

"Mom, let's go to work. I will stay at home obediently." Xia Youjie raised his head and said the second part of what his mother wanted to say.

"If only you were always this good."

Looking at Xia Youjie who smiled at her in surprise, the woman patted the child's head slightly, then stepped on her high heels and left the room with a "slap--"

Seeing that the door of the room was closed, Xia Youjie heaved a sigh of relief and slammed himself on the bed.

Is it good fortune to trick people and let me go back to this time?

"Forget it..." Xia Youjie covered his eyes.

Now that he has become ten years old again, he has come directly to such a critical moment in his life, so he has to think about what to do.

Xia Youjie turned his head and glanced at the clock. It was past two o'clock in the afternoon, and the wound on his hand should have been caused in the morning.

When Xia Youjie was ten years old, his life changed drastically.

Of course, the scar on his hand also became his first wound.

Ten-year-old Xia Youjie moved with his parents to Toshima District, Tokyo, also known as Ikebukuro.

Then, under the orders of his parents, he went to the elite elementary school that he hated the most.

Today was the most special day. During the lunch break, Xia Youjie found a curse spirit on the rooftop that was stronger than ever.

Rather than saying that it is powerful, it would be better to say that this curse spirit born from the malice of young children is stronger than the previous ones.

And because he didn't realize it for a while, after pinching the opponent into a ball, he accidentally dropped it.

Subconsciously, I grabbed the barbed wire on the edge of the roof with my hand, but was scratched by the protruding wire.

In fact, it can also be said that this wound has nothing to do with the curse spirit, but it became the malicious slander of his parents later.

Xia Youjie took out the curse spirit he had pinched from his schoolbag.

The appearance of the curse spirit is a kitten, and he has seen this cat before.

When he first entered this campus, the cat was still a living creature in this world.

It's just...it should have something to do with those children now that it has become like this?

Those stupid young monkeys who only know how to destroy and hurt.

Now he naturally understands these things very well. This curse spirit is actually a second-level curse spirit.

It's just that he didn't know it at the time, so he got hurt.

Xia Youjie quietly stared at the huge curse spirit in the palm of his hand, which seemed to have rolled around in gasoline.

Do you want to eat?Do not eat?

After a long time, Xia Youjie closed his eyes and swallowed the curse spirit.Clenching his fist hard, letting the wound burst open again to ooze blood, Xia Youjie patiently suppressed the suffocating smell.

Once, he said to Gojo Satoru: "Spells exist to protect non-sorcerers."

Later, he discovered that the thesis he insisted on was wrong.

It is the conjurer who should be protected.

The negative emotions of human beings gave birth to the curse, but the conjurer wants to protect the human beings who gave birth to the curse, why?

Victims because they are weak?

Or is it because the conjurer, as the "strong", should protect the "weak"?

So what is the conjurer who died because of human beings, who died because of curses?

Is a conjurer a "strong man"?Or "weak"?

The battle of conjurers never ends.

As long as ordinary people who generate negative emotions do not disappear, this endless battle will continue forever.Therefore, even if his ability is limited, even if he has already died once, he will embark on this road that runs counter to his best friend without hesitation.

No, if possible, he hoped that Wu could be with him.

After the smell disappeared, Xia Youjie opened his eyes and looked at his room calmly.

He climbed out of bed, folded the quilt, then went to the desk and took a tin of cookies from the shelf.

In fact, there is no biscuit left.

After opening the lid, Xia Youjie saw the magic ball stored inside.

At this time, he only knew that he could turn the "monsters" into balls, and then stop them from appearing to scare him.

And these magic balls that could become part of his power were discovered by his parents one day not long after, and all of them were thrown into the sewer.

Now he knows how useful these spells are to him.

Xia Youjie simply poured out all these magic balls, and he threw back those unsightly ones.

As for the third-level and second-level spell spirits, he put them aside and prepared to swallow them in one go.

Even though he was only eight years old and didn't have any basic knowledge, many of Xia Youjie's elf balls were level three and level two.

Although, these are largely thanks to the school and his parents.

Yes, his parents.

Recalling those brainwashing mantras such as "you must stand out", "you must become the elite of society", etc., Xia Youjie took a deep breath.

He... all he can do now is to avoid them as much as possible.

At that time, I managed to leave home by relying on boarding in high school at first, and then went to a high school with Teacher Ye Moth...

This time, although the elementary school does not have a dormitory, if I can think of a way to go out independently...

Xia Youjie's family was not so happy, or in other words, after he saw the curse spirit, he was no longer happy.

When I was young, because it was boring to study alone at home, I talked to the curse spirit born from my parents, but I was locked in the room and thought about my mistakes behind closed doors.

Unintentionally rubbed out a strange black ball of the curse spirit, as if possessed by something, if you get close to him, you will be affected by the curse spirit, or you will be unlucky or sick...

Xia Youjie closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

If you can leave... that would be the best.

He didn't want to do such a thing as killing his biological parents... If he could avoid it, no matter how troublesome it was, he would try it.

Xia Youjie, who has already understood everything, knows that he can't be like before, because he doesn't understand anything, so he can endure an alternative life like Nanako Mimiko...

This time, he will be stronger than before, and will be... more free!

After figuring this out, the next thing Xia Youjie thought of was not his project as a conjurer, but his friend from high school, Wujo Wu.

He sighed, his idea of ​​trying to kill everyone was naturally wrong.

But if he doesn't do it, no one will do it, right?

However, what made him really feel sorry was the sentence he said to Satoru that he hoped he would kill him.

Wu must be very uncomfortable, right?

If he could see him again this time, Xia Youjie clenched his fists.

He wants to change all this... can he change all this?

He still deeply remembered the man named Fuheshier, the one who led him and Wu to start to go on different paths.

Fuheshier is very strong, too strong.

And he seemed to have seen this man somewhere.

If he can meet this person, will it also affect everything in the future?Xia Youjie looked out of the window and thought quietly.

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The author has something to say:

Private setting: Xia Youjie's values ​​are a bit abnormal from the beginning, emphasizing that he is the strong and should protect the weak.I think Xia You's family may be very strict. Both parents are elite and good people in the secular sense.

There is another possibility, when Xia Youjie talked to the curse spirit when he was a child, he rubbed out the black balls of the curse spirit, and if he got close to him, he might be affected by the curse spirit and get sick or unlucky, so he was subjected to the experience like Nanako Mimiko. ...

If this is the case, he will definitely be excluded, and Xia Youjie is still in this environment, growing into a gentle person like Natsume...

Finally, if there is a private setting, I will mention it at the end of the article, that's it~