Moon’s Labyrinths - Chapter 284

At the press conference, reporters frantically asked Chen Xing: “What is the reason why you won the championship at a young age? I heard that a player reported that you cheated? Is it true?”

Chen Xing pushed the microphone away from his nose, with a look of displeasure on his face: “I solemnly state again that I did not turn it on!”

After finishing his words, Chen Xing waved his hand to summon the giant beast that covered the sky and the sun, and jumped on its back. “Damn it, I can’t stand it anymore. I raised it well and it turned out to be a cheat? My crocodile accidentally ate a demon and it turned out to be cheating?”

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A game of life and death, a game that hides countless secrets. Winning will give you supreme power, and everything in the game can be brought back to reality. However, everything has a price. Once you die in the game, you will also die in reality. When the boundary between the game and reality becomes illusory, you can win everything or lose everything. Do you dare to play such a dangerous game?

Gojo Satoru always knew he could travel back in time whenever his life was in danger. After surviving betrayal, the battle at the Prison Realm, and his fight with Sukuna, he realized he needed a fresh start. When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again—his first day at Jujutsu High. Nothing had happened yet. This was his chance to change everything.But something was wrong. Geto Suguru was missing.Gojo searched all of Tokyo but found no trace of him. Then, a year later, during a mission near Shinjuku Station, he spotted a familiar face—a boy with a bun and strange bangs.Gojo’s heart raced.Geto Suguru: “Who are you?”

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.