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

Chapter 440: The mechanism of dream fulfillment

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

The conversation with Masato Shimizu continues.

Masato Shimizu: Ms. Youxin, regarding the mechanism of using "Dream Come True", I think the most critical factor is not "success" but "the thought in the mind".

Me: Are these the information you got from that anonymous person?

Masato Shimizu: Yes. If you still have doubts, you can try to recall whether you have used "Dream Fulfillment" in the past, but you didn't realize it at the time.

Inadvertently, have you used it?

I lay on my back on the bed, holding my phone, my eyes wandering at the white ceiling, my thoughts drifting back to what had happened in the past.

Suddenly, everything seems to be intriguing, but upon closer thought, it doesn’t seem to be.

So much, so many things happened.

Even in the timeline of my world, only about two months passed from Halloween to Christmas. However, the amount of information accumulated from the several time travels during that period is so vast and complicated that it is even more numerous and complicated than working for several years. Where should I start looking?

I closed my eyes with a headache, rubbed my temples, and continued to send a message to Masato Shimizu: Can you give me an example?

Half a minute later, he sent a message:

In fact, it is not easy to firmly believe that something will happen.

For example, even if deep down in your heart you strongly desire to win the lottery, win hundreds of millions and achieve financial freedom, deep down in your heart, as long as you are a sober person with basic education, you know that the probability of "getting rewards from labor" is much higher than "getting something for nothing".

Therefore, compared to “I will win the lottery”, more people actually firmly believe that “I will not win the lottery”. In this case, fulfilling dreams will definitely not help people win the lottery.

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

This example seems a little funny, because I actually won the lottery.

After deducting taxes, the total amount received was nearly 4 million yuan, and this was voluntarily reissued by the lottery station staff after verification...wait!

This number is exactly the same as the reward I got in the first act after deducting 99% of it, after working so hard to exorcise the cursed spirits.

Could it be that, deep down in my heart, what I firmly believe is not that I can win the lottery, but that I should have so much money, so it is given to me in the form of lottery tickets?

Hiss... It seems a little scary and I get goosebumps.

Following this line of thought, many things that I didn't pay much attention to at first became particularly conspicuous, like shells left on the beach after the tide receded.

For example, in the first round, I was besieged by the real person and four special-level people. At the beginning, I was timid to death, but when I thought that I was now the gender-changed Geto Suguru, I was able to get up and turn defeat into victory.

During the crystal chandelier accident at Panasonic's wedding, the crystal chandelier weighing more than ten kilograms fell from a height of seven meters and landed on my arm. I thought my hand was going to be broken, but then I thought that the body of the Heaven and Tyrant should not be that fragile, so after a while, I was able to stand up and beat up Zenin Naoya.

There are also many times when I don’t feel any pain at all, and my body only starts to react after I discover the wound.

And there are many more things.

Every time I traveled through time, I became a gender-swapped, hot male character. At the time, I just thought I was cosplaying—but it turned out that it was because I thought I was cosplaying that I had the abilities they had? ? ? ?

This is too much!

I sat up suddenly and saw the girl in the mirror. Her hair color was changing back and forth between pink and black, as if she was playing a hair-changing game with very fast hand speed.

My cell phone vibrated, and Shimizu Masato continued to give me news: How effective dream fulfillment can be depends mainly on its owner. The more compatible the owner is, the more devastating the effect can be.

Considering that you are the one who has gone the furthest and posed the greatest threat so far, I have to make this conclusion.

From an objective point of view, perhaps you already have the ability to stand on equal footing with the gods.

On par with gods... I looked at the mirror and swallowed hard, but I couldn't stop my wildly beating heart.

I don’t know if you have ever experienced the feeling of waking up and finding that you have become a billionaire, but the shock I am feeling now is more than ten times greater than that.

Just now, I have witnessed with my own eyes the effect of dream fulfillment.

Furthermore, according to the evidence from the celadon bottle and Ryomen Sukuna, this thing should have been bound to my soul and turned into the so-called "my true ability."

The ring that can stabilize the soul, the soul-calling banner that summons the dead, and the magic weapon "Dream Fulfillment" that can make wishes come true are all in my camp, which is equivalent to triple insurance at one time.

He is comparable to gods and has survived repeated assassination attempts. Now he is becoming more and more difficult to deal with. No wonder Luosuo and the guys behind him are becoming more and more radical and violent.

I was still hesitating, but if that's the case, I have to go to the final battle in Shinjuku. I can't miss it no matter what.

Covering my chest, I took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Calm down, Suzuki Yuri, you have to calm down now, I said to myself.

It's not that simple.

The girl in the mirror, after changing her hair color many times, finally returned to pink.

Just now, what I was thinking about was returning to the original Yuri Suzuki and facing everyone with my true self, but what finally appeared in the mirror was the appearance of the gender-changed Yuji Itadori.

This proves that, at least until now, the power of "dream fulfillment" is still very uncontrollable. I have not become invincible and dominated the world all of a sudden just because I know its usage mechanism.

Tsk… I grabbed a handful of hair, walked out of the room, and tentatively shouted to the door: “I want to go out!”

"I want to go out, I want to go out, I want to go out!"

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed...except for my voice echoing, nothing happened.

It does not take effect according to my "intention", but takes effect according to my "belief".

It's all about the power of belief...about belief...Damn it, damn it, damn it, is it that I still can't convince myself in my subconscious that I can get out without the help of Amaniboko, just with my own words?

However, if you want to remove the restrictions of the prison gate, you must firmly believe that you can get out.

To firmly believe this, we must rely on the support of reality.

In the placebo effect experiment, the patient must believe that the medicine he has received is real in order to have a chance of recovery. He absolutely cannot succeed in the experiment before knowing in advance that the medicine is fake.

In other words, if I wanted to fully utilize dream fulfillment to achieve my goals, I had to convince myself that I was taking real medicine.

But how could I possibly find someone, tell him a lie, and then let him use this lie to deceive me successfully?

Firstly, I am suspicious by nature and I don't believe everything. Secondly, I am not a fool!

This is simply a paradox, more difficult than asking people not to think about white bears.

I was so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed. I collapsed weakly on the bed and rolled around twice, trying hard to calm my anxious mood. I started to think about how I had lifted the seal on the prison gate in the first few meetings.

The first time I was imprisoned, a mark of the prison gate inexplicably appeared on my hand. By turning it, I could go in and out freely.

However, at that time, the person actually imprisoned was not me, but Gojo Satoru, who conceptually belonged to the same person as me. pass.

The second time, it was opened after Jinji repaired the Amagakiboko, but I can't conjure one out of thin air now. Pass.

The third time...the third time was when the noose held the prison door and cursed me with vicious words, trying to make me lose all hope and unable to live.

Uh…how did I untie it then?

I remember that when he opened his mouth to speak, I didn't feel any sadness at all, only endless anger and annoyance, as if the small universe in his body exploded and burned with blazing flames.

I wholeheartedly feel that the calculations of people like this will never succeed.

Then, my spirit became extremely excited, the ring on my hand began to glow, and the tentacles extended by the prison gate seemed to be burned by something and quickly retreated.

So... I stretched out the middle finger of my left hand, staring at the shining gem on it, and then I realized that maybe, not only can this ring fulfill my dream, but it can also open the restrictions of the prison gate...

At the moment this thought came to mind, the space inside the prison gate began to rotate and change. Looking down at my feet, I found myself standing on a flat and clean floor wearing a pair of furry slippers.

I blinked and moved my eyes to the refrigerator in front of me.

A very familiar refrigerator. I have stolen a lot of things from here before. I opened it and saw that it was still filled with sweets, desserts and snacks.

Looking to the left, the prison door had closed again and returned to its original size, lying quietly on the table, as if nothing had happened.

It was already dawning outside the window, and the clock on the wall had been turned to six o'clock - so it was now the morning of November 11st.

There was the sound of water running from the shower head in the bathroom.

I looked around suddenly and it seemed that Gojo Satoru was in the teachers' dormitory of the technical high school... So, I could have escaped so easily without relying on Amenakaboko?

That seems to be quite useful.

The mind moves at will. If used properly, wouldn't it be more convenient than Gojuan's "Word Spirit" technique?

Just then, the sound of the sliding door behind me was heard.

I turned my head and saw Gojo Satoru walking out with wet hair and a white towel hanging on his shoulders. Water droplets fell along his hair onto his collarbone and then slid down, revealing his strong pectoral muscles and well-defined eight-pack abs.

He was only wearing a grey bath towel around his waist. On the right side, a familiar bone pattern could be vaguely seen. It seemed like I had drawn it there during my last prank. Has it not been washed off yet?

Uh...this body is comparable to that of a male model, no wonder it can burn through the center of the earth, this is simply a sin.

"......Yuri?" Gojo Satoru called my name.

However, when I saw him, the first thought that flashed through my mind was - the rope is so loose, he won't fall off.

Immediately afterwards, the bath towel tied around Gojo Satoru's waist suddenly fell off.

A bird's eye view.

. . . . . .

The air was eerily quiet. I could even hear the second hand of the clock on the wall ticking away, each tick like a knife pricking my fragile nerves.

Silence, shock, disbelief, madness.

Three seconds later, I took a deep breath, slowly raised my hands, covered my eyes tightly, and made the first scream in the technical college, which was more miserable than a pig being slaughtered.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

I am actually not some innocent little girl who knows nothing. In this era of advanced Internet, even if you have been single since birth, you can still be knowledgeable, well-informed and have rich experience.

But... But... Isn't this a little too far-fetched? How could such a coincidence happen? It's like it was planned.

Also, why does Gojo Satoru take a bath now instead of earlier or later in the day?

Oh, God, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes!

“Gojo Satoru, you… you…”

The face pressed against my palm suddenly turned red, the temperature approached 100 degrees Celsius, almost as hot as a monkey's butt. I closed my eyes tightly, and was so angry that I started to say something without thinking: "You are a guy who takes a shower without wearing pants!"

Oh my god, Suzuki Yuri, listen to what nonsense you are saying. Who would take a bath with their pants lifted up?

Besides, isn’t this all caused by you? How can you be qualified to blame others?

Even Gojo Satoru, who was frantically putting on his clothes, paused for a moment when he heard what I said. He said helplessly, "How can you take a shower with pants on? You can't get it clean at all."

However, at this moment, my brain had stopped working and I had no time to argue with him.

I was still immersed in the shock of what I had just experienced, and racked my brains to think about how to use dream fulfillment to delete the memory of what had just happened.

This rubbish treasure doesn't work when it should, but works extremely well when it shouldn't. Is it designed to go against me?

“………” I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes.

I stayed motionless against the wall, pretending to be a vegetable. Gojo Satoru came over to me, dressed neatly. He pulled my hand down and said, "Okay, Yuri-chan, I'm dressed now."

I tentatively opened one eye and saw that the technical college teacher's uniform was already snugly worn on his body. The shirt underneath was buttoned tightly, leaving no part of his body exposed. He was a model of male virtue.

I breathed a sigh of relief as if I had been pardoned.

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to continue speaking, he was interrupted hurriedly.

"Don't come over here yet." I took a big step back, raised my left hand, made a blocking gesture, and said helplessly, "I can't look you in the face right now."

If this stubborn guy comes up with some weird ideas again, I don't have to wait until December 12th. I can rush out now and die together with the noose.

Really, I swear.