"My spell power also consumes emotional points..." Aito looked thoughtfully at the decreasing number behind the emotional value column.
The power of the spell comes from people's emotions.
And he was diagnosed with emotional deficiency, so he should have no spell power.
But in terms of emotions alone, he is not lacking.
Emotions of either crazy admiration or fear from countless people.
And because of the six eyes, the use of magic power can be saved as much as possible, just like Cang just consumed one hundred emotional points.
With his emotional value of hundreds of millions, he can continuously use Cang to destroy the world.
Even if you do that, the emotional value may not be exhausted.
Because Uncle System exists and can replace everything with emotional values, he is omnipotent.
"Hey, have you started practicing secretly? You're doing very well. You're already at my level..." The elusive Gojo Satoru appeared again, looked at the traces left by the technique, and praised him very proudly.
.
Sure enough, it definitely has something to do with him.
Such a familiar act of environmental destruction.
Hmm...this must have nothing to do with him.
It's just that... with such a big movement, it seems like I have to go to Principal Noctua.
"Come with me." Gojo Satoru waved and motioned for the young man to follow him.
Aito looked at Gojo Satoru, and there was always a barrier around him.
No lower limit.
It seems very close, but in fact there is a distance where you can't really touch each other.
"Mr. Gojo's limitless limit...has it been broken by someone?" Aito asked softly as he followed the other person away.
"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was stunned for a rare moment.
The only time he was forcibly broken by someone was a long time ago.
Things that happened when I was a high school student.
His assassination by the sorcerer killer Fuheshier.
The opponent's attack broke his unlimited barrier and directly beat him to the point of death.
If he hadn't learned the reversal technique at the critical moment of life and death, he might have really died.
But after he learned the reversal technique, he truly became the strongest.
Why does Aito know?
"Why do you know about something so long ago?" Gojo Satoru touched his chin and looked at the boy with a smile.
"It's just a feeling." Aito explained.
He seemed to have seen such a scene before...
"It turns out it's a feeling~" Gojo Satoru's voice was meaningful.
Could it be that he in another world even talked about this kind of past?
But that's all in the past.
Now he is undoubtedly the strongest.
The man who drove his unlimited shoes walked lightly. In fact, the soles of his shoes did not touch the ground at all, and not even an ant was trampled to death.
Miyamoto Aito is thinking of ways to recall the past.
He found that when he stayed with Gojo Satoru, he would easily recall his lost memories.
Although the memories that come to mind are all related to the other person.
"Use your eyes and take a good look at how he learned to reverse the technique between life and death." A man in a white coat squatted next to him, with a huge screen next to him.
The young man in black uniform on the screen has white hair and blue eyes, but at this moment he is lying in a pool of blood, and his white hair is dyed red with blood.
The pale blue eyes were half-lowered weakly.
Everyone who saw him thought he was about to die, or already dead.
There was also a pool of blood outside the screen. The boy with white hair and blue eyes lay dying in the pool of blood. Even the location and extent of his injuries were exactly the same as the boy on the screen.
"You are a good boy, don't let us down." The man in a white coat said in a low and gentle voice.
When the boy on the screen understood the reversal technique, healed his wounds and resurrected with full blood, the boy outside the screen also learned the reversal technique and stood up from the pool of blood.
He stood aside obediently, waiting for the next instruction.
"Can your reversal technique only heal yourself, or can it also heal others?" the man asked.
"Give it a try, Aito."
"Try to save Salvino." The man chuckled.
The scarred young boy who was locked in an iron cage was brought to them together with the cage.
"Hey, Mr. Noctua..." Gojo Satoru walked into a room, raised a hand and spoke easily.
"Destroy the school, five thousand words of self-reflection." The man spoke ruthlessly.
"Huh? It's not me this time, it's him. Let him write the 5,000-word review." Gojo Satoru sold the person he considered his biological son without hesitation.
"Review?" Aito came back to his senses and tilted his head.
Is it the kind of review that is full of self-examination about my mistakes?
"..." Noctua Masamichi looked at the boy who looked like a primary school student who was pushed out by Gojo Satoru, but hesitated to speak.
Asking a primary school student to write a 5,000-word review?
as well as……
Why did this kid give him such a heavy sense of déjà vu?
This white hair, these eyes, those little sunglasses...
It's really similar to a certain student I taught in high school.
"Look, look, you must have noticed, right? This is my son~ Like me, he has six eyes and no lower limit. He is a genius at a young age~" Gojo Satoru said to Noctua with a proud look on his face
Open your mouth.
"Did you have children when you were in high school?" Ye Mozhengdao asked after a moment of silence.
The age of this child...
"How old are you?" Noctua asked Aito honestly.
"Twelve years old." The boy with white hair and blue eyes smiled brightly and answered questions very cooperatively.
Completely different from a certain thorny student who has been disobedient to discipline since he entered a junior high school.
"Wu, you are twenty-eight years old this year, right? Twelve years old..." Noctua Zhengdao stopped talking.
It turns out that the prickly student has something even more prickly, but he only knows about it now.
He had a son at the age of sixteen, which means he got pregnant at the age of fifteen.
I understand this guy...
"You go out first." Noctua's attitude towards Aito was full of patience and kindness.
"Okay." Aito nodded and exited the room.
The next second after closing the door, a banging sound was heard from inside.
"Remember to hand in the 10,000-word review," Noctua said ruthlessly to the prickly-headed student.
"I'm already a teacher, the teacher doesn't have to write a review, hehehehehehe hehe-" Wujie Wuxiao's face was proud.
The cursed skeletons in the form of dolls attacked Gojo Satoru one after another, and then were knocked away one by one.
"The doll next to him..." Noctua Zhengdao said while watching the Curse Skeletons playing with the students with the thorny head.
"It's completely different from your cursed skeletons, teacher. Even I can't feel the core of it at all..." Gojo Satoru said while looking at the large and small cursed skeletons around him.
The special cursed skeleton Panda has three cores, providing different powers.
But no matter how he looked at the stuffed bear following Aito, he couldn't see the core.
Although there were many weapons hidden inside the stuffed bear besides cotton.
Other than that, it's no different from an ordinary doll.
But the fact that bear paws can also grow sharp claws is not so doll-like.