The Jinshutsu Area, less than twenty kilometers northeast of Kamisato City, was surrounded by continuous, dense mountains.
These areas were all within the sphere of influence of the Chitanda Family, the actual controllers of Kamisato City, which is why the warning sign on the barbed wire read:
"Private Area, Entry Forbidden."
The sky was completely covered by a Barrier that even Jujutsu Sorcerer would find difficult to discern, enveloping the entire area like a thick layer of clouds.
A large flat area had been cleared halfway up one mountain, where a small white manor stood quietly. The entire manor was grey and white, an European-style villa.
Through the fence, one could clearly see a small patch planted with common vegetables like rice, green vegetables, and corn. Rows of lush, thriving tea plants were also grown on the sloping hillside.
However, the scarecrows on the hillside did not appear to be woven from straw.
In the field stood a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and dressed like a country farmer, a style that contrasted sharply with the luxurious manor.
He held a mobile phone in one hand, smiling gently and occasionally letting out hearty laughter, seemingly video chatting with someone.
A wide road connected the manor entrance straight to the public highway outside, serving as the only channel connecting this place to the outside world.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine appeared on this road, growing louder until it quickly arrived at the entrance.
Then came the sound of the car turning off, and two men in black suits gently pushed open the iron fence and walked into the manor.
When the two entered the manor and saw the kind middle-aged man, one of them started to rush forward, but was firmly pulled back by the other.
"Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish!"
The person who held him back whispered with a serious expression,
"If you want to die, don't drag me into it! The Patriarch is currently on the phone with the Young Miss."
The person on the phone also noticed the two uninvited guests, so he gave the girl on the phone an apologetic smile.
"Eru, I have something to deal with. Let's talk about 'Tea Planting' tomorrow."
"Aww, but I still have so many questions."
Hearing her dad say this, the girl on the phone sounded a little resentful.
"Forgive me, Eru. Next time."
"Alright then, goodbye, Dad."
Seeing his daughter look unhappy, the good father immediately promised,
"When you come home for summer vacation, Dad will hire a professor from the agricultural university to teach you how to plant rice, okay?"
"Mhm, you promised!"
After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man took the hoe he had been using for farming and placed it in the tool shed. As he took off his gloves, he asked,
"What caused the Barrier to be triggered?"
One of the two men replied,
"Although they were disguised as lost tourists, your subordinate has confirmed they were sent by the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association."
"I see. Kill them."
The middle-aged man hung his hat on the wall, speaking with the casualness of someone deciding what to eat for dinner.
"Remember to bury them in my tea field. The soil fertility has been a bit weak lately."
"This is the second time this month. Is the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association testing my bottom line?"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly.
"Do they really think my Chitanda Family is easy to bully?"
"Lord, there is one more thing."
"Speak."
"Something happened to the Divine Tree."
Countless ghosts emerged from behind the middle-aged man. The chilling Cursed Energy of the ghosts and monsters instantly lowered the surrounding temperature by several degrees. Clearly, this matter affected him far more deeply than the attention of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association.
He ground his teeth and asked,
"What exactly happened!"
"Unfamiliar ceiling..."
Lying in the hospital bed, Kenmyo Isayama finally woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes and sat up, still feeling a little groggy.
The last thing he remembered before his memory cut off was Kenmyo Isayama removing his Terminator armor and ordering the scarab terminator to tear apart the Domain.
Kenmyo Isayama immediately remembered something and pulled up his sleeve. The familiar tattoo on his arm was gone, and he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
One worry was resolved.
Even tattooing Peppa Pig would be better for Kenmyo Isayama than that specific tattoo, as that thing was linked to the Nine-Tails, the "lord of calamity."
That humanoid Cursed Spirit was absolutely the most powerful Cursed Spirit Kenmyo Isayama had ever seen, aside from that terrifying cherry blossom tree.
When he first looked at Chitanda Eru, he never imagined he would conjure up such a terrifying entity.
That kind of power could truly be called the pinnacle of Cursed Spirits, a true Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Although it was Kenmyo Isayama's first fight against a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, the result was still without suspense.
After all, the scarab terminator was simply too overpowered for the powerhouses of this world.
Even while inside the Domain, he was completely unscathed thanks to the protection of the "scarab terminator," and he even had the leisure to check on Yaga Masamichi.
However, the consumption was truly high.
His original value of [Durability: 1180/189000] was 1180 points, but now it had directly dropped to 890 points.
A total of 290 durability points were lost.
Kenmyo Isayama sighed. He genuinely felt distressed. Even if one point cost ten thousand, he would be willing to repair it, but the problem was that this durability couldn't be repaired normally.
It required the Supreme Sorcerers of the Thousand Sons Legion to use forbidden Red Word spells to fix it, and Kenmyo Isayama certainly didn't have the means for that.
Fortunately, the gains this time were also quite astonishing, which helped soothe his mood.
[You gained 200,000 points. First kill of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit X2 resulting in a total of 400,000 points.]
This was the points reward Kenmyo Isayama received for killing that Cursed Spirit—a full 400,000 points.
Originally, Kenmyo Isayama had guessed that killing an ordinary Special Grade Cursed Spirit would yield around 100,000 points, but it now seemed he had underestimated the strength of this particular Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
This Cursed Spirit was not the main body of the Nine-Tails, the "lord of calamity," but likely a clone or similar entity. It was hard to imagine how many points the main body would be worth.
Wait a minute, if that's the case...
Doesn't that mean Kenmyo Isayama's balance has instantly broken seven figures!
Thinking this, Kenmyo Isayama opened the warhammer simulator and clicked to check his points balance.
[1,010,890 points]
Kenmyo Isayama carefully counted, afraid he might have miscounted.
Good heavens, it really broke seven figures and reached the million mark.
Not long ago, Kenmyo Isayama was worried about not having enough money for a 100,000-point simulation fee and was running around trying to gather funds.
And now?
Today alone, Kenmyo Isayama earned nearly 770,000 points just at Jujutsu High, faster than robbing a bank.
Including his savings, he now had over a million points, enough to pay for a C-Class simulation.
For a C-Class simulation, Kenmyo Isayama had a small wish.
He was truly begging.
Just once, he wanted to be a human!
Don't turn him into a dog again, or make him turn green. Who could handle that?
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto walked in.
"Yo, Kenmyo! We came to see you."
"You look great!"
Gojo Satoru opened the door and greeted Kenmyo Isayama with high energy.
"Satoru, lower your voice!"
Suguru Geto reminded him,
"This is a hospital."
"What does it matter? You know how low the occupancy rate is at the Jujutsu High affiliated hospital anyway."
Gojo Satoru sat down casually in the chair by Kenmyo Isayama's bed, picked up an apple that a nurse had presumably washed and left there, and started biting into it.
"You certainly don't stand on ceremony with me."
Here's a dark joke: The average number of times Jujutsu Sorcerer visit the hospital is far less than the probability of their colleagues ending up in the morgue.
"Right, you guys didn't notify my family about my hospitalization, did you?"
Kenmyo Isayama had just shown off in front of his uncle recently, only to end up in the hospital the same night.
That would be too embarrassing. Kenmyo Isayama couldn't bear the shame.
Suguru Geto shook his head,
"No, we haven't had time to notify them yet."
Kenmyo Isayama sighed in relief. His dignity was saved.
"That's good."
"By the way, Kenmyo, I have great news for you."
Gojo Satoru said proudly to Kenmyo Isayama,
"You are now a hero who successfully subjugated a Special Grade Cursed Spirit and saved Jujutsu High!"