Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 420 Extra: Five Equal Parts of 5

Note: This is Gojo Sensei's personal extra story. The inspiration came from seeing several teachers cosplaying as Gojo Satoru from different periods at a comic convention on TikTok, and then appearing at the same time. It felt very interesting, two in one.

Those cold, beautiful blue eyes were like the clear sky extending across the sky, looking down on all living beings mercilessly like gods and delivering punishment.

That day, the sorcerers finally remembered the fear of being dominated by the giant white-haired, blue-eyed cat, and the humiliation of being played around like mice. ——From Suzuki Yuri who loves to play with memes.

The most reliable statement at present about the integration of the worlds is this.

There are loopholes in the timeline, quantum entanglement occurs, particles collide, and energy is on the line between explosion and failure to explode. The sense of crisis in world consciousness is awakened.

When determining the existence of Gojo Satoru, the amount of information detected was thousands of times more than that of an ordinary human, and the fluctuations generated could even blow up an entire planet.

When this level of information floods into one person at the same time, the consequences can be terrifying.

In order to prevent the world from collapsing, the memory can only be divided into five equal parts, transported and transmitted, and then distributed to five carriers at the same time. After the body and brain have adapted, the final fusion will be carried out.

The situation will be somewhat similar to the time split that appeared in the second season of the animation Rick and Morty, which is the so-called Schrödinger's cat and the process of uncertainty turning into certainty.

But they are not exactly the same.

Because there is no parallel world in this world, it cannot be divided, so all carriers can only be in the same time and space on the same timeline at the same time.

In essence, they were originally the same person. There was no real one and a fake one. Everyone was Gojo Satoru, but in the end they would just merge back into one body.

Honestly speaking, I didn’t understand any of the words above at all, but the most intuitive fact presented in front of me was – four faces exactly like Gojo Satoru’s growing on their bodies that were comparable to those of male models, each occupying a corner of the four directions of east, south, west and north, standing opposite each other as if they were dividing up territories.

They all said they were Gojo Satoru, and each of them claimed that he was the "real self", and the others were just carriers destined to be fused back.

Gojo Satoru standing on the east side had white bandages on his eyes and his hair stood up like straw. He was wearing a technical high school uniform and his pale lips were slightly raised, as if he was in a good mood but not so good. From his outfit, it could be seen that he was probably Gojo Satoru in 2017.

The Gojo Satoru on the west side has a paler face, a pair of small round black sunglasses on his nose, his hair is down, and there is no trace of trimming or shaving on the back of his head. He is wearing a technical high school uniform. Compared with the others, he is a little shorter, about 185cm, not as strong, and his outline is a little immature. He should be Gojo Satoru when he was 18 years old.

As for the remaining two... both were wearing black eye masks and technical college teacher uniforms, leaning against the door, one on the left and one on the right, like two clones that were completely copied and pasted. Even their movements were exactly the same. No one would mistake them for twins. If an uninformed person walked into this room, they might think it was some new type of projection technology or that someone had placed a special ultra-high-definition mirror between them.

In short, when I walked into this room, I felt that my eyes and spirit were greatly shocked.

His eyes expressed gratitude for the sumptuous meal presented to him, while his brain was frantically pressing the retreat button in an attempt to go back to a minute ago and run to the end of the world with these dead legs at a speed of 280 yards.

It felt like someone had unethically come into my dream in the middle of the night and replicated my nightmare in reality one-to-one.

Are you kidding me? This is the super doubled Gojo Satoru! ! ! ! ! !

What expression should I use to face them?

He gasped in disbelief, covered his chest and fell backwards, and was caught by a younger generation, who shouted: "Quickly go and ask Grandfather Glass and Grandfather Getoh to come!"

Then find someone to catch me! At this point, I don't mind if you use the excuse of eloping.

Before I showed up, Gojo Satoru and the others seemed to have been arguing for a long time. From my perspective, the small hill outside the window that had half of it blown off and the fallen forests were irrefutable evidence.

Physical persuasion is also persuasion, but in the end, it seemed that neither of them had convinced the other. Even each guy called me differently.

When four pairs of bright blue eyes focused on me at the same time, like a focused cat looking at its prey, they shouted - "Jie/Zenyuan/Wujiang/Youxin!"

Ugh, this should be a division based on the independent memories of Gojo Satoru in each round that I traveled through. In other words, if there really is a parallel world, then they all traveled through and stood in front of me?

After realizing this, I felt like the sky had really fallen.

After hearing their respective names clearly, everyone looked at each other, frowned, and said, "What Jie/Zenyuan/Wujiang/Youxin? She is obviously Jie/Zenyuan/Wujiang/Youxin."

"Hey, you look really ugly with that weird black eye patch on." "The bandage is just as chuunibaku-like."

"It's important to say that you two are just like mass-produced dummies. If anyone is real, it won't be you."

"Oh, you little brat don't need to participate in this kind of discussion."

After listening for a while, I covered my ears in pain.

Although the sound was nice, it couldn't stop blasting around me like a stereo. And if I didn't stop it, it seemed like another fight was about to start.

"Stop!!!!" I summoned the courage to rush into a sea of ​​fire and swords, waved my hands, rushed into their midst, and shouted loudly, "Stop arguing."

"No matter what, you are all Gojo Satoru, right? What on earth do you have to say?"

The scene was quiet for a moment.

The good news is, they don't fight anymore.

The bad news is that now their attention is on me.

"Jie/Zenyuan/Wujiang/Youxin, what do you want to say?" they asked at the same time.

I took a deep breath, covered my face and said, "You should all call me by my real name, Lily, Suzuki Lily."

It turns out that standardizing weights and measures is a very necessary thing!

I get a headache just thinking about all these messed up names I came up with, and the fact that everyone was shouting out four names so loudly made me feel like I was going to have a mental breakdown.

"But..." One of the Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and asked thoughtfully, "If we all call you Lily, then Lily, how will you distinguish us?"

"Yeah." Two eye-patch Gojo Satoru stood on both sides of me, touching my head from left to right, and said with a grin, "If that's the case, Kiri-chan/Youxin, you're so dumb, how can you tell the difference?"

"In order not to trouble you, let's call each other."

I:"........."

I opened my mouth and was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Gojo, there is a document here--" As the door opened and closed, Ijichi's voice stopped abruptly, just like the little man on a music box having his spring suddenly pulled out.

"Two... three... no... four... five..." His voice became louder as the number increased, and the panic in his voice rose exponentially. In the end, his hands were shaking like a sieve, and he almost shouted in disbelief, "How could there be five... five..."

The last name seemed like the indescribable “You know who” that could not be pronounced for a long time.

But—five?

I turned my head around and finally remembered that when they explained the whole story to me at the beginning, they also said that Gojo Satoru's memory was divided into five parts.

But I looked around just now and only found four. Is the remaining one invisible?

"Humph."

At this moment, a very light humming sound suddenly came from below, with a childish voice, like a child throwing a tantrum and venting his dissatisfaction.

I looked down and saw that it was indeed a child!

He looked to be about five or six years old, with fluffy hair, blue eyes, and baby fat on his fair face.

He was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and shorts, with his hands in his pockets, and when he saw my eyes looking at him, he continued to look at me persistently, his eyes full of accusations and dissatisfaction towards me.

.......What should I do? The guilt is so strong that I want to run to the thorny jungle and apologize overnight.

"Humph." Xiao Wu Tiao turned his face away and snorted again, "I thought you forgot about me again."

"Gosh!" I quickly put my hands together and said with great regret, "Little brother, I really didn't mean it."

"Don't call me little brother!" Then he got angry again and shouted, "If we go by age, I'm older than you, almost ten years older, okay!"

I:"........"

But even if you said that, facing this adorable little face, I can't even call him "little brother".

“Ahahahaha…” On the other side, High School Specialist Gojo Satoru laughed while pinching his black round sunglasses. He pointed at Little Gojo and said with a chuckle, “I can’t believe you ignored this brat from the very beginning. Ahahahaha… It’s because you’re too short.”

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Xiao Wu Tiao retorted with a sour look on his face, "I can't believe I will become this kind of person when I grow up."

"Arrogant again." He looked at Gojo Satoru, then turned to Bandage Satoru, "Insane again."

Finally, he looked at the two eye-patch Gojo Satoru and rolled his eyes impatiently: "You love to act crazy and your aesthetic taste is extremely poor."

The other four people: “………”

Oh no, oh no, Gojo Satoru is about to fight again, and the scene has become extremely chaotic.

Ijichi was trembling behind me, holding the documents. He whispered to me, "Ms. Suzuki, why don't we run away and take shelter? In less than five minutes, this place will become a ruin!"

Ijichi's opinion was very accurate. It took me less than a second to decide to agree with him and help him run away with the documents.

But before I could knock on the door, it opened by itself.

The next victim appeared before Gojo Satoru in a flash.

"Satoru." Xia Youjie pushed open the door with a gentle smile on his face, "I have something to discuss with you--"

From his perspective, the scene inside the house looked like this.

Gojo Satoru pulled Gojo Satoru's collar and wanted to hit him, Gojo Satoru held Gojo Satoru's arm and wanted to carry Gojo Satoru around, Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoru were arm in arm and seemed to be discussing something, Gojo Satoru broke free from Gojo Satoru and punched him in the face.

All in all, the content of five is extremely high, and the concentration is so high that I almost have the illusion of suffocation just by looking at it.

Geto Suguru opened his fox eyes completely and thoroughly, and reorganized his three views in a short period of time.

He first looked at Gojo Satoru, then looked at Gojo Satoru again, and finally looked at Gojo Satoru again. Finally, among the crowd, he accurately... accurately found me?

"Excuse me." He nodded calmly, then walked over, grabbed my arm, and said, "We'll leave now, you guys continue."

"Wait——" Ijichi was left inside the door, weak, pitiful and helpless, stretching out his hand and saying, "Mr. Getafe, Ms. Suzuki, don't leave me here alone, there's hell ahead......!"

Half an hour later, we gathered together and sat on several sofas that had been brought into the room.

After Geto Suguru, a long list of names was added to the list of victims.

Principal Yega sat silently on the sofa surrounded by Gojo Satoru. His usually serious face was almost unable to hold back. Every inch of his skin, every muscle, and even every breath of air he breathed, were conveying the same desperate message to us - five Gojo Satoru, it's over, the sky is falling.

As for Nanami next door to him, she is not even as good as Principal Yega.

If Principal Yaga was in a state of collapse before the end of the world, then Nanami was like he was standing on a pile of collapsed ruins (probably collapsed by Gojo Satoru), and his whole body exuded an aura of "a living person slightly dead".

Several students from the technical high school surrounded Xiao Wu Tiao and talked to him, but he was completely ignored.

Haibara was talking to Juhachigo, and was amazed that his senior seemed to have not changed at all after all these years.

Glass was holding a candy in her mouth, and the flashlight on her phone was flashing the whole time. She tried to sow discord between them and make them fight again.

The rest of the people are still on their way, but the people here alone are enough to feel depressed by the current situation they are facing.

"So, when will this situation end for you?" Principal Night Moth asked, stroking his hair haggardly, "No one knows?"

"Well...from the current point of view, this should be the case." Bandage Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders with a good attitude and said, "But it doesn't matter, Principal. No matter how much we fight, we are still very sensible."

"Look, most of the buildings in this school are still intact."

"Haha, then thank you so much." I heard full of helplessness and gnashing of teeth from these twelve words.

"So." Nanami, who had finally come back to his senses after a long wandering in the ruins, took off his glasses and wiped them tiredly. He said, "Every Gojo senior is the same one we know, but the memory of Miss Suzuki is separated and exists separately. Is that what you mean?"

He turned his gaze to me and said, "If that's the case, then logically speaking, the key to the matter lies with Miss Suzuki."

"Yeah, that's right." Gojo Satoru patted Nanami's shoulder vigorously and praised, "As expected of Nana Ming, you have a very smart brain."

"In terms of age, I am now considered older than you, Gojo..." Nanami raised her glasses and wanted to say something, but finally said, "Forget it."

"Eh?" I was stunned and pointed at myself and said, "Me?"

"Come to think of it." One of the blindfolded Gojo Satoru suddenly took off his blindfold, walked to the front of me, leaned over and tilted his head to stare at me, his blue sky eyes staring at me with great presence, and he said thoughtfully, "My memory is divided into five parts, and I only got one-fifth. In other words, in a sense, you have actually been alone with them, right?"

Ah...why are you suddenly so serious?

"Ah~" Gojo Satoru, wearing a bandage, walked to the other side of me and said with his head down, "That guy would say that, which means that your impressions of us at different times are actually relatively independent, right?"

"You can say that." I couldn't help but lean back and explain, "But even if that's the case, is there any problem?"

"Aren't you all yourselves?"

It's not possible that they really become five independent individuals just because of different impressions.

"Hey, wait a minute." Gojo Satoru, who was completely at a loss for words like me, took off his sunglasses and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Gojo Satoru, still wearing the blindfold, looked back at him, still turned his face away, walked to my right, and spoke with interest with a smile.

"What he actually wanted to ask was, if you had to choose," he said, "Which period of Gojo Satoru do you like best?"

"Tell me, who do you choose?"

Behind me, Xiao Wu Tiao's eyes were still fixed on my back.

I swallowed my saliva, and my eyes gradually became firm: "I choose——"