[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re":3,"chapter-simultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re-simultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneous Transmigration: Starting from the Return to the Main God Space",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2329840,4556,"Chapter 92: Many Figures, Uniform Movements (Seeking Monthly Tickets","simultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>What followed needed no further elaboration—scenes shifted endlessly, each one depicting Keiko’s life before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the sorrow of discovering the boy she secretly loved, Kobayashi Shunsuke, had fallen for someone else;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her numb indifference after her parents’ deaths, surviving only with the black cat;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after the cat’s death and her spirit shattered, she was worn down by Saeki Tsuyoshi’s persistent coaxing, eventually marrying him and bearing his child…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These scenes unfolded before Wu Xian like a revolving lantern, as if trying to win his sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet though Wu Xian’s gaze upon Keiko always brimmed with pity, his actions showed no mercy—he had shattered her skull so many times it had become muscle memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside that, the piercing cat shriek had also etched itself into his mind: every time he burst her head, the black cat would wail, and this made Wu Xian suspect something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… his head-smashing speed increased even further!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how long had passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps several days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wu Xian shattered Keiko’s skull once more, the scene before him finally changed in a way unlike before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still the vast Japanese-style ancestral home, far off, a man and woman were arguing, their forms blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man—Saeki Tsuyoshi—suddenly went mad, shoving Keiko, now a married woman, to the floor and raining fists upon her like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though subjected to such brutality, the woman merely curled up, weeping uncontrollably, her voice thick with despair and hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even this wasn’t enough for Saeki Tsuyoshi—he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and plunged it straight into Keiko’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spurted from the wound; Keiko’s eyes widened in disbelief as she collapsed, life extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Saeki Tsuyoshi didn’t stop—he began slicing and dismembering Keiko’s corpse with the knife, just as in a horror film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How pitiful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As with countless previous illusions, Wu Xian sighed, then slowly turned his head toward the black cat that had appeared without warning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what good does showing me this do? Do you expect me to feel pity and spare Keiko?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, mocking smile curled his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Wu Xian stared into the black cat’s eyes—its golden irises blazed with searing light:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re so kind, why didn’t you stop Saeki Tsuyoshi when he killed Keiko and her son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, wait—shouldn’t I ask instead: how much of Saeki Tsuyoshi’s oligospermia was your doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I right… Source of the Curse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Wu Xian swung the Huntein Yan—golden-red staff motion flashed, shattering the illusion like a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saeki Tsuyoshi vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keiko’s corpse vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cursed House vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat… vanished too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When all else disappeared, only a dilapidated, dust-choked room remained before Wu Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paper sliding doors were shattered; dust blanketed every corner; spiderwebs draped the ceiling, and rusted iron doorframes testified to the room’s long abandonment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the true Cursed House—the dwelling place of the Curse’s Source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian narrowed his eyes, stepped inside, and tensed every muscle—ready for battle at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as he reached the only intact sliding door inside the house, it slid open automatically, revealing what lay within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the ruin outside, this room was clearly maintained—spotlessly clean, and the most striking sight was a graceful figure kneeling before a dressing table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she faced away, Wu Xian couldn’t see her face, and the mirror on the table was foggy and indistinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the black-clad woman meticulously applied makeup with an eyebrow pencil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without seeing her face, from her posture—her proportions, her astonishingly wide hips like a grinding stone—one could imagine her as a bedmate that would drive any man wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with her widow’s black kimono, Wu Xian couldn’t help but think of those countless films with large crowds and repetitive motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that’s the case, then as the only living male present, wasn’t he the male lead in this film?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preposterous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a cheap seduction trick to test a Reincarnator—who the hell are they looking down on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’ve got guts, turn around and take off your kimono. If I blink once, I lose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Wu Xian forced his eyes wide open, glaring at the black-clad woman with righteous intensity, waiting… damn it!—waiting for her next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a seductive, lilting laugh rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad woman set down the red lip paper, rose slowly, and turned her head—revealing her true face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as imagined, she was a breathtaking beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin like ice, bones like jade, body fluid and graceful, brows like distant mountains, glances sparkling with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially those dark, luminous eyes beneath her brows—truly brilliant as stars in the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now those eyes brimmed with deep sorrow and resentment, as if staring at a heartless scoundrel who’d left after sex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why are you looking at me like that? I haven’t even taken my pants off yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian felt utterly speechless, yet studied the black-clad woman closely—her face bore a strong resemblance to Keiko’s, yet was clearly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had to describe it, it was as if she’d been filtered with beauty enhancements, slimming effects, and more—she was a full tier more beautiful than the old Keiko.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially her almost demonic aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed born to be a temptress—the very embodiment of seduction, every gesture radiating a power to corrupt. Even Wu Xian, whose mental strength had long surpassed a thousand, felt a momentary daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, seeing Wu Xian’s slightly dazed gaze, the black-clad beauty—who resembled Keiko—curved her lips slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she swayed her exquisite figure, too alluring even for her wide kimono to conceal, step by step toward Wu Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzzzz——————!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of flame vanished, leaving a charred mark on the tatami beneath the woman’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke in a haunting tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, how cruel you are—truly so heartless toward your humble servant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps paused briefly, then continued as she gazed at Wu Xian with a mournful look, her voice dripping with sorrow—enough to make nearly any heterosexual man yearn to hold her close and comfort her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian merely tilted his head, then calmly sheathed the Huntein Yan and the Black God Gear, strode forward with a smile, and pulled the black-clad woman into his arms, whispering softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was wrong just now—I hurt you. I’ll make it up to you properly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeking subscription! Seeking subscription!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1069,"2026-06-20T19:56:28.727Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","113740174bea349f5a9ee495df4d1fca1609bd76e5cf3e5a3936e63e9f399c5a","simultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re-chapter-93","simultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re-chapter-91",339,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneous-transmigration-starting-from-the-re-cover.jpg"]