met free Chapter 1 My name is 5-jo Satoru
Chapter 1 My name is 5-jo Satoru
"Su An, a senior high school student at Shilan High School, Aries, orphaned, extremely vulnerable?"
The Execution Department was unusually quiet today. The chairs at the workstations were empty. The agents had all been transferred by Professor Schneider for various reasons, leaving only Professor Guderian alone. He flipped through the mission objective documents with a puzzled look, examining the handsome young man in the file. He had short, black hair, a straight nose, and a pair of clear, deep eyes. Apart from being handsome, there was nothing unusual about him.
Guderian scratched his head. "Doesn't he lack bloodline? Why is the academy so concerned?"
Professor Schneider shook his head coldly and took out a silver-white access card, inserting it into the desktop.
"Three days ago, he was involved in a public safety incident related to alchemical artifacts. He was the sole survivor of that disaster. Look at this surveillance footage..."
Guderian clicked the play button with some skepticism, and the projector shone a ten-second surveillance video through the darkness.
It was a bustling market, but the noisy vendors and pedestrians were lying in pools of blood. A handsome high school student in a school uniform was surrounded by a group of thugs with guns and bullets. They pulled the triggers, but the bullets stopped a few meters in front of the boy. It was as if there was a barrier in the air, blocking the bullets from advancing and making them ridiculously suspended in the air.
Guderian screamed, "Is that a dust-free land? Or a pristine paradise...?"
"No"
Schneider's gaze was deep as he scrutinized the repeatedly played surveillance footage. After a long while, he coldly asserted:
"That's not the Dustless Land; that power is far more sophisticated! Send an A-level specialist to contact Su An, analyze the dangers, and recruit him into Kassel College if necessary."
Guderian frowned. "What if there's danger?"
"How is that possible? That's an A-level specialist!" Schneider said coldly.
.......
Su An slowly got up from the hospital bed and stared blankly at the banner on the wall.
With a gold background and red border, the words "Heroic Youth, Acts of Righteousness and Courage!" are embroidered in red thread from top to bottom.
Next to the banner was a large basket of fruits, all five colors and very fragrant and sweet, clearly a gift of appreciation.
Su An curled up in pain as a flood of memories poured into his head.
Su An, a student at Shilan Middle School, is orphaned and embroiled in a terrifying incident. A mysterious white-haired man appears and intervenes to help her.
"I...died from overwork...and transmigrated into the body of an orphan?"
The memories within his body confirmed the fact that he had transmigrated, but Su An was unable to accept it for the time being.
"Are you kidding me? After working overtime for so many years, I haven't even had a chance to get a promotion or a raise, and now I have to start all over again?"
"Oh my, it's Marguerite Duras's lover! The literary atmosphere among Chinese high school students is so strong!"
A white-haired man in a shirt straddled the hospital bed, looking at the novel on the table with curiosity. His white hair was reminiscent of the first snow of spring. Strangely, he was wearing a black eye patch, making one wonder how he could see the title and description on the cover.
Su An stared in horror at the white-haired man, as the nurses making their rounds passed right through his body, as if passing through a phantom.
Su An gasped. Was he seeing a ghost, or had he gone mad? Or perhaps...?
"Are you wondering why, even though you like voluptuous, glamorous, mature women with big breasts and big butts, the image that comes to mind is a strange, white-haired man of unknown origin?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know either."
Gojo Satoru leaned back against the chair, arching his back at an exaggerated angle, then let out a long yawn.
"First of all, let me clarify something: I'm not your fantasy. I have a name; I'm Gojo Satoru. I don't know why I ended up in your mind either. If possible, I'd like to make a call to check if the Jujutsu High School is still up and running."
Su An remained silent, turning her head to stare blankly at the emergency phone on the table.
The white-haired man, in a nonchalant manner, continued his incessant chatter:
"I'm very famous in the Japanese sorcery world. Ever heard of the strongest sorcerer of the modern era? An expert in dealing with cursed spirits. I can even kill a god for you to see..."
Su An picked up the phone abruptly and asked sadly, "Yes, this is Su An... I need to make an appointment with a psychiatrist... I suspect I have schizophrenia..."
Gojo Satoru almost wanted to vomit blood. He tried to reach for the phone, but it passed right through him.
The two suddenly stopped and looked at the ward door together.
Tap, tap, tap.
The pleasant sound of high heels clicking on the ground, a pair of straight and shapely legs wrapped in stockings strode in. The woman was about 1.7 meters tall, carrying a medical kit, wearing a smart white coat and a nurse's cap. Her blue eyes under the brim of the cap were reminiscent of Arctic ice floes.
But none of that is the most important thing. The most important thing is that she is a foreigner, a blonde, blue-eyed Western woman. How did she end up working as a nurse in a Chinese hospital?
The woman seemed oblivious to the many suspicious things about her. She held a form in her hand, and Su An's sharp eyes caught a few words: "Pedagogy Assessment".
What does pedigree assessment mean? Su An couldn't help but let his mind wander.
The foreign woman spoke fluent and authentic Chinese as soon as she opened her mouth:
"I'm your head nurse, Tasia. You have a questionnaire to fill out; there are three questions."
Su An nodded, suppressing his inner doubts, and indicated that he would continue.
"My first question is, have you recently experienced any symptoms similar to epilepsy? Have you had any strange dreams, such as bronze bells, giant black dragons, or world trees that blot out the sky?"
After pondering for a moment, Su An shook his head and said, "I haven't dreamed about those things, but I do hallucinate a white-haired man bragging..."
A hint of doubt flashed in Tasia's eyes, but she didn't pause for long and quickly continued to ask:
"Second question: You are the sole survivor of this disaster. Do you remember why you survived?"
As Tasia spoke, the white-haired, eye-patch-wearing man couldn't help but smile, even with a hint of pride.
Su An tried to search his fragmented memories, but ultimately shook his head in vain.
"I only remember the thugs firing their guns, and I think I blew something out, but I can't remember anything after that."
Tasia murmured, "An unknown high-level Word of Power... could it be a new S-rank..."
Su An looked at Tasia with a puzzled expression. She slowly took off her white coat, revealing her shapely waist.
"Thank you for your cooperation. I have asked all my questions."
Su Anqi asked, "Weren't there three questions?"
Gada.
The sound of metal and parts clashing together is the perfect, standard sound of a gun being cocked.
Tasia had taken off her white coat at some point, drawn the gun from her waist, and pointed the dark muzzle at Su An's heart.
She parted her lips slightly and said:
"This is the third question."
Before Su An could say anything, Tasia pulled the trigger without hesitation.
--state--!