“Transmigrated again after transmigrating?”
In his previous life, Levi was a member of the Emperor Xiaowen of Northern Wei scanlation group, and his proficiency in English and Japanese was quite good.
Surrounded by skyscrapers, he confirmed through the street scenery and signboards that this should be Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan.
According to the holiday discount schedule written on the blackboard in front of a roadside bakery, it was currently around Halloween in 2018.
But strangely, the sky was pitch black without a single star, and there was no sign of pedestrians on the streets.
This was Tokyo, one of the most densely populated parts of Tokyo, and it was Halloween; even at three in the morning, there shouldn’t be absolutely no one, right?
The place that should have been bustling and noisy was silent, like an empty old school building after midnight.
The huge contrast created a sinister and terrifying atmosphere, putting Levi on edge.
Until he saw the talismans in his hand.
“Holy shit, I actually got them!”
Levi excitedly clenched the talismans in his hand.
This wasn’t Levi’s first time transmigrating.
The last world he transmigrated to was called Jackie Chan Adventures.
That world was too treacherous, filled with a balance mechanism; if you became powerful, your enemies would only become more powerful.
Conversely, if you were weak, no matter how hard your enemies tried, they couldn’t become strong.
Because of the balance mechanism, the demons who specialized in high-magic matches had to downgrade every time to play in low-power matches.
Often, after being stalled by Jackie Chan’s rich low-power experience, they would be defeated by one of Uncle’s sudden, temporary counter-magic spells.
Jackie Chan was the shrewdest; he handed over all the talismans to Section 13, taking them whenever he needed, insisting they weren’t his so they didn’t count against his “stats.”
Uncle was the shrewdest; clearly capable of using high-end magic, he only ever brought out counter-cards, which disappeared after use, also not counting against his “stats.”
At that time, Levi’s plan was clear—take only the Tiger Talisman, then use its power of balance to simultaneously absorb both Noble and Dark Chi, letting the balanced energies cycle within him like stepping on one’s own left foot with the right to fly, thereby bypassing the world’s righteous-evil balance mechanism.
Who would have thought that his idea might have been discovered by the Will of Heaven, which possessed the Book of Ages?
Just as he touched the talismans, he was exiled to a different world.
But “Brother Heaven” was fair; the exile came with compensation.
Looking at the Dog Talisman and Dragon Talisman in his hand, Levi’s heart beat wildly, and he gradually became excited.
How should he put it?
It wasn’t just “not a loss,” it was a total win.
The Dog Talisman: the holder becomes immortal and ageless, their body forever in peak condition.
It’s the top survival talisman among the twelve.
The Dragon Talisman: powerful offensive capabilities, once granting the holder brief flight, with suspected other effects that hadn’t been shown yet.
It’s the top output talisman among the twelve.
With just these two talismans, Levi estimated he already held half the total value of the twelve talismans.
Although forty percent of that was carried by the Dog Talisman alone.
Originally, he planned to put the talismans in his pocket, but after thinking it over, Levi opened his mouth, tossed the Dog Talisman in, and forced himself to swallow it.
Putting it in a pocket was too unsafe; swallowing it into his stomach was much more secure.
“*Cough, cough*, I’m choking to death.”
After all, the talismans were hexagonal stones.
The edges scraped his throat with a burning pain.
He didn’t know how Jade had managed to slurp the Rooster Talisman down with noodles in one go back then.
However, the effect of the Dog Talisman manifested instantly.
Levi, who had been slightly hunched, unconsciously straightened his back.
His spine let out two cracks, causing him to exhale a sigh of utter comfort.
His dry, stinging eyes immediately became moist, cool, soothing, and soft.
The faint ringing in his ears vanished, as though a blockage had suddenly cleared.
Every rustle and near-inaudible sound became clear and distinct.
Levi couldn’t help but remark, “I didn’t even know I had so many minor ailments.”
Even though he was standing, he felt a sense of relaxation as if he were lying down to rest for the first time in his life.
Without further thought, Levi tossed the Dragon Talisman into his mouth and swallowed it with a “gulp.”
This time, his throat only hurt for a moment before quickly returning to its peak state.
“It’s a bit like swallowing a furnace…
Hiss, it’s a bit hot.”
Presumably, the Dog Talisman was suppressing the Dragon Talisman’s impact on Levi’s body, and the dry heat soon vanished.
Levi clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
A hot current seemed to surge in his palms, and he felt as though he had endless energy.
He snapped his fingers.
The moment his fingertips rubbed together, “Boom!” a ball of orange-red fire exploded out of thin air, sweeping outward with a scorching wave of air.
A waist-high green plant next to him was instantly half-engulfed.
The leaves twisted and curled in the high temperature, making a “sizzle” sound as acrid smoke and a burnt smell rose.
The surviving leaves hung powerless, their edges still glowing with flickering sparks.
“Heh…
Hehehe…”
Grasping this extraordinary power for the first time, Levi really wanted to shout out loud: I am invincible!
Immortality, plus the power to control fire and explosions!
Survival and offense were both covered.
I don’t lack anything anymore!
That being said, since he wasn’t sure which world he had transmigrated to, Levi chose to play it safe.
With his hands in his pockets, he began to walk, wanting to figure out why the vast Shibuya didn’t have a single soul.
Passing by luxury stores and seeing the messy tables, chairs, and shopping bags inside, the only thing Levi could be sure of was that the crowd had evacuated in a panic, rather than suddenly vanishing.
That’s good; it probably wasn’t some haunted ghost world.
Just then, his sharpened hearing caught a shout from a young male in the distance.
“Nanami-sensei!
Gojo-sensei has…
been sealed!”
Levi looked up.
His sharpened vision could see someone shouting loudly on a distant high-rise building.
Nanami?
Gojo?
Satoru Gojo?
Holy crap, Shibuya!
As soon as the keywords connected, Levi immediately realized which world this was.
The Continent of Sukuna!
No, it’s Jujutsu Kaisen.
Satoru Gojo sealed by the Prison Realm, Sukuna dicing half of Shibuya into powder, Kento Nanami’s death, and the turning point that leads into the Culling Game.
At the exact moment Levi realized which world he had transmigrated into…
His eyes suddenly lost focus for 0.2 seconds.
When Levi’s eyes regained focus, he found the scene in front of him had changed again.
He was standing in a space filled with grey mist.
“Wait, did I double-transmigrate?
Do I have some kind of constitution that makes it easy to transmigrate?”
Levi found it hard to accept.
At that moment, a voice came from beside him.
“Congratulations, you finally know which world you’ve transmigrated to.”
“The first time you recognize where you’ve transmigrated, your consciousness automatically enters this space.
After that, you can enter by sleeping.”
“Finally, another newcomer.
There should be two more left.”
Levi looked up and focused, finding three figures standing in the grey mist.
As the mist gradually dissipated, they all gave him expectant smiles.
Eerily, except for their different ages, these three looked almost exactly like him.
One looked three or four years younger than him, but his face had strange silver patterns, like mold lines.
Another looked even younger, seemingly just over ten years old.
The last one was practically a carbon copy of himself, like looking in a mirror.
Levi understood instantly.
“Simultaneous transmigration trope?”