We all time-traveled at the same time, but why isn't anyone human?

Chapter 7 Yoshino Junpei, do you crave power?

"What, doesn't it look like it?"

"I gave them the power of vengeance and pulled them out of the abyss of despair. Do I not deserve the name of the Holy Spirit?"

Seeing Lou Hu's bewildered expression, Lu Ping smiled slightly, hooked his arm around Lou Hu's shoulder, and said.

"Louhu, this is the way to become stronger besides eating people that I told you before."

"These humans are all elites I have carefully selected. Most of them can break through to the level of a second-level sorcerer within half a month at most."

"The magical power supplied by ten level-two sorcerers in a day is equivalent to the total magical power provided by one level-two sorcerer. And our number of sorcerers can continue to expand outwards, from person to person, from person to person. In the end, how terrifying do you think that number will be?"

Louhu was stunned.

Although it's a bit slow to think, it's not stupid.

Level 2 sorcerers are not as common as cabbages on the roadside; the total number in the entire sorcery world combined wouldn't exceed three digits.

As cursed spirits, they usually only devour the souls of ordinary people to increase their strength.

The quality of ordinary people's souls is too poor; even if you swallow a hundred, the effect is not as good as swallowing a level three sorcerer.

Not to mention that if they were to go around eating people on a large scale, they would quickly attract the attention of powerful sorcerers, making both fighting and escaping even more troublesome.

But Lu Ping's approach was completely different.

He can awaken spells in ordinary humans, then drive them to seek out more people who crave power, select those with the necessary aptitude, and bestow upon them spell power, spreading like a virus from one circle to another.

In the end, all of Tokyo, and even all of Japan, will become his execution ground, and each of his apostles will be a source of his power.

"Shinto, your potential is even greater than I imagined. You truly deserve to be called the one among us who understands humans the most. You're amazing!"

"Just tell me if there's anything you need us to do. Although I'm not as quick-witted as you, I'm still quite reliable in terms of combat strength."

Lou Hu quickly accepted this reality and patted Lu Ping on the shoulder with a proud look.

For him, Lu Ping was his most important family member, and he felt very proud that his family had come up with such a clever solution.

Interestingly, the cursed spirits, born from human negative emotions, themselves don't have much negative emotion like "jealousy." Most of them possess a pure heart, pure in goodness and utterly wicked. If properly guided, they might actually embark on a path to becoming "holy spirits."

"Of course."

Lu Ping's lips curled slightly, his arms crossed, and he said calmly.

"I need you to keep a close eye on Lu Suo. That guy is more troublesome than we thought. We must not let him discover our true purpose."

"it is good."

Lou Hu nodded and, without any hesitation, quickly left with Hua Yu and Tuo Gen.

Before leaving, it gave Lu Ping a piece of advice.

"No matter what, we will always be your companions, and whatever decision you make, we will stand by you."

"Um."

Lu Ping stared at Lou Hu's single eye, nodded, and made up his mind.

Although in the original work, we were just treated as passersby villains who were quickly eliminated by speed bumps.

But this time, we must all survive to the end.

The Cursed Spirits—no, it is our Holy Spirit lineage—will surely be the ultimate winners of the Cursed Return Dungeon!

……

Inside a movie theater in Tokyo.

Yoshino Junpei sat alone in the back row of the theater, the flickering black and white lights illuminating his face and revealing a pair of empty eyes.

He stared at the three people sitting in the front row of the theater, laughing and making noise. He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, as the voice echoed in his mind.

Just be patient, just be patient.

I can't trouble my mother; she's already struggling to raise me on her own.

There's no need to tell the adults; they're all the same, only knowing how to solve problems in the "most energy-efficient" way by muddling through.

As for resistance?

That's even more impossible.

Endurance only requires bearing physical pain.

Resistance will be immediately swallowed up by the "atmosphere" and will ultimately lead to self-destruction.

Shunping had known this all along.

It's like this all over Japan: those foolish and arrogant guys always need to find a weakling to show off their strength, in order to create an "atmosphere" that makes them feel like they're in a position of power.

The remaining passersby, who have become part of the "atmosphere," can only play the role of air forever, going through such cycles.

Anyone who detaches themselves from the atmosphere will become an outcast.

Anyone who becomes an outcast will be condemned by everyone.

That's perfectly normal, perfectly normal.

That's why Shunping felt disgusted and disgusted, and why he preferred to watch real monsters in horror movies rather than get close to monsters called "humans".

"But……"

Are you really willing to accept this?

Suddenly, a voice rang in Shunping's ears. He couldn't tell if it was his own voice or a voice from a movie, but he couldn't help but clench his fist.

Are you willing to accept this?

How could that be?

If he were content, he wouldn't have fallen in love with blood-soaked horror movies, and he wouldn't have kept dreaming in the middle of the night that he was the protagonist of a violent aesthetic, covered in blood, standing on top of a pile of corpses made up of a bunch of idiots.

"There are two best opportunities to resist."

"The first time was from the very beginning, it was a rebellion."

"And the second time is now."

The voice continued to echo in Shunping's ears, like a devil tempting the fallen among men, speaking softly.

"I know what you're worried about. You're afraid your family will be hurt, afraid your life will be destroyed, and afraid that even if you fight back, it will lead to an even more desperate ending."

"But if you silently endure it, will you be able to hold onto everything you have?"

"Look at your face! How long do you think you can keep this up? How long can your mother stay out of it?"

"By the time tragedy actually happens, it will be too late for anything."

Every word spoken by that voice struck precisely at the point of Shunping's deepest fears and anxieties.

He had thought more than once about what would happen if those guys actually found his address.

What will become of the mother he desperately wants to protect?

Boom!

Boom!

At this moment, Shunping's soul, which he thought had "accepted its fate," began to beat frantically again.

At that moment, only one thought arose in his mind.

I will rebel.

I want to become stronger.

I want to change all of this before tragedy strikes, before true despair arrives.

Just then.

The voice finally uttered the most crucial sentence, like the seal that had to be carved when the devil made a pact with a lost lamb.

"Yoshino Junpei."

"Do you crave power?"