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Afterward.
Layast followed Araki Itsuki, bored, his murderous gaze fixed on any living thing that appeared before him.
Araki Itsuki sighed helplessly: "Layast, can't you be a little more restrained?"
"Hmph, my desire for violence hasn't been satisfied yet!"
"In that case, you may kill any Cursed Spirit in this city as you please."
However, Layast stood still, his tone full of dissatisfaction: "The number of Cursed Spirits is too few; it's far from enough to satisfy me!
I want to slaughter freely, to feast on flesh and blood amidst the screams of living beings.
Countless ants squirm in this city; only the blood and screams of these humans can bring me joy!"
Araki Itsuki gradually stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at Layast with a half-smile.
"My game isn't over yet."
"They are but a bunch of ants!"
The atmosphere grew tense; this bloodthirsty demon could no longer suppress the thirst in his heart at this moment.
"I can't wait to start a massacre!"
Araki Itsuki frowned, his eyes cold, the status of the lord of the death omen star continuously emerging, like a silent black sun rising and pressing down on Layast.
He rebuked:
"Presumptuous! Layast, I am the lord of the death omen star; you only exist because you are attached to my power!"
Layast, the ferocious demon, took a step back, finally defeated by Araki Itsuki's cold gaze.
"Yes, Your Majesty, we are all your humble servants!"
Araki Itsuki waved his hand: "Go indulge, but don't cause too much of a stir."
On the other side.
Geto Suguru was looking through his phone; he had his people within Jujutsu High and could obtain relevant intelligence.
Looking at the pitifully scarce information about Araki Itsuki, he felt a headache coming on.
"There was no information about him before, not even his age. What does 'appearing out of nowhere' mean? He can't have been born from heaven and earth, can he?"
"His Cursed Technique ability and name are also blank. What exactly are these people doing?"
As his thoughts wandered, he had already arrived at a doorway.
Click!
Although it was a tall residential building, after turning the doorknob, it opened up to a beautiful seaside, with white waves rolling in layers and several lush coconut trees adorning the scenery.
Geto Suguru looked down at Dagon beside him: "It seems this incident scared you. You opened your personal Domain Expansion as soon as we got back. Do you want to master Domain Expansion quickly?"
Dagon, in his Cursed Womb form, remained silent, quickly retreating into the churning ocean, drifting with the waves, only his dazed head visible.
Dagon valued the camaraderie of his companions greatly; in times of crisis, he thought of Mahito and the others. When he encountered Nanami Kento and the others, Dagon trembled behind a pillar.
He even cried after being defeated, but to avenge his companions, he would still rush forward without hesitation.
This incident deeply stimulated his inner self. Seeing Jogo and Hanami being violently beaten, he only wanted to grow stronger quickly to help everyone!
"You're back."
A young man of about twenty was lying on a beach chair, leisurely reading a book.
His body and face were covered in stitches. He had medium-length blue hair, usually styled into three strands, with the right strand draped over his shoulder.
His right eye was gray, and his left eye was blue. He wore a black shirt with a grid pattern on his upper body and black trousers on his lower body.
It was none other than the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Mahito.
The leader of the Cursed Spirits, a Cursed Spirit born from humanity's hatred and fear of other humans.
"You look quite disheveled."
Noticing their injuries, Mahito put down his reading material and put on a playful smile.
"We encountered a madman. His strength is very strange; I can't discern his Cursed Technique at all, only that it's related to devouring and absorption."
"Is he an enemy?"
Geto Suguru thought about the madness and brutality on Araki Itsuki's face:
"Not necessarily an enemy, but definitely a demon overflowing with evil."
"He possesses pure evil, but this evil isn't satisfied by bullying the weak; he seems only interested in seeing the 'interesting' parts. He's a very strange person."
Then Geto Suguru recounted the day's encounter to Mahito.
"Haha, what an interesting person!"
Mahito laughed unrestrainedly, then turned his gaze to the battered Jogo: "It's good that you're alright."
"Which eye of yours sees that I'm alright?!"
Jogo grew angry just thinking about Araki Itsuki's face. He was merely an imitation, yet so arrogant, so presumptuous, so conceited!
He lay on the beach chair, growing angrier the more he thought about it, the Fuji mountain on his head continuously erupting flames.
No, I need to find someone to vent my anger on!
Mahito dramatically fanned his hand: "Jogo, don't get too excited, it's very hot."
"What are you thinking?"
Jogo didn't answer, instead turning to look at the harmless-looking Geto Suguru standing there: "How many of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers am I equivalent to?"
"Seven or eight, why?"
Jogo smiled confidently: "You give us the gate of the prison, and then I'll go kill Gojo Satoru!"
Geto Suguru's face stiffened, and he advised with confusion: "Aren't you just injured? Why do you still want to go find Gojo Satoru?"
"It's precisely because I'm injured and angry that I need to go kill that Gojo Satoru to vent my rage."
Hearing this idiotic reason, Geto Suguru felt a surge of frustration.
Who understands, my friends?!
Just then.
Mahito spoke: "Let Jogo go. If Gojo Satoru is merely all talk, let Jogo kill him to relax. If he truly is as strong as you describe..."
"Then, according to your plan, we'll seal Gojo Satoru at the right place and time, and then we'll establish a corresponding advantage and engage in battle with the Jujutsu Sorcerers."
Geto Suguru wanted to seal Gojo Satoru, and his own face was the biggest weapon for that, so he couldn't show himself in front of Jujutsu High. Moreover, many subsequent plans still required these Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
He couldn't afford to lose these Special Grade Cursed Spirits, so he could only maintain cooperation.
Therefore, he looked at the reckless Jogo, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"I have no objection. The sealing plan is set for Shibuya on October 31st. I will contact you with the details later."
After speaking, Geto Suguru turned and left. As he pulled open the door, a wave of contempt washed over him: "Mere Cursed Spirits, so boastful!"
Watching Geto Suguru's retreating figure, Mahito burst out laughing: "Jogo, no one seems to have much faith in you."
Jogo snorted. He hadn't even made a move, and Geto Suguru was already discussing a plan to seal Gojo Satoru, clearly showing no confidence in him at all.
Hanami: "&%￥&*%￥&."
Jogo endured the annoyance of the content drilling into his brain as he listened to Hanami:
"Go with me?"
Hanami's image is that of a maternal young woman, an inorganic spirit, a statue. Her personality is probably the gentlest among all the Cursed Spirits.
If the timid Dagon was the second child, then Hanami played the role of a mother in this family of Cursed Spirits.
So she wanted to go with Jogo to protect him.
Jogo was still unhappy, but Mahito had already made the decision: "Jogo, Hanami, you two go together.
Remember, act cunningly, like a cursed spirit yet also like a human."
Seeing that no one believed in him, our Hu Bao lay dejectedly on the beach chair, mending his injuries.
His anger grew within him.
Isn't it just a Gojo Satoru? Watch me take him on, and that'll be the end of it!
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