Chapter 163

Welcome to the world of the dead.

Time flies when you're in the Spellcasting High School; it's peaceful and uneventful, making it almost impossible to feel the passage of time.

However, Fuyuki still managed to clear up all the misunderstandings and get Gojo Satoru to join her tangerine-chopping squad.

It was so incredibly awesome, so awesome I cried, so awesome!

With several top-tier combatants in hand, plus the identity card he obtained from Sister Curse, he could easily handle any small mission.

It was night again. Fuyuki said goodbye to Goujuanji, waving her hand: "See you at home later."

"salmon."

That means you've agreed.

With only Dog-Turtle Thorn remaining in the High School of Spellcasting, she could easily leave without a sound.

Then, she came to the Panxing Sect.

In the Japanese-style room.

Dongshu looked at Xia Youjie for a long time, and then the two smiled at each other, a strange tacit understanding filling the air.

Xia Youjie felt a long-lost excitement; he hadn't felt this way since the defection incident.

The continuously burning lights allowed their conversation to continue.

Fuyuki organized their words and then made a decision:

"I'll remember. But you mustn't actually die, because if you do, there's nothing I can do to help you."

"And the murderer who killed you, this time I abandoned Gojo Satoru and chose Otoko Yuta."

"That boy who possesses the Queen of Curses, his strength is enough to make everyone believe that he can kill you. Even if he can't, I can make it seem reasonable."

Even if the idea of ​​Gojo Satoru killing Natsuyuu is fake, it's better if it doesn't exist.

Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes: "Because of Rika... that is indeed a good reason."

"But the final result might be quite interesting."

The god's finger gently touched his forehead, and a strange warmth spread from the point of contact. The childish voice suddenly carried an irresistible sense of oppression: "I will make everything go according to plan. Remember not to resist my power. Even if I kill you, do not resist it."

The consequences of the backlash were too great. If Xia Youjie's thirst for life became too strong and he resisted the order, he might really die.

That's not the outcome she wanted.

Xia Youjie felt a wave of dizziness, as if countless voices were whispering in his mind, slowly turning it into a psychological suggestion, just as he believed it from the bottom of his heart.

He would never be afraid of death.

He will accept death as a gift from God with equanimity.

By the time he came to his senses, Fuyuki had already taken a few steps back, and his figure began to become transparent.

"Wait!" Xia Youjie subconsciously reached out his hand, a strange emotion flickering in his narrow eyes. "Are you leaving again?"

"No, I will remain in this world. But I have other things to do, and I won't stay by your side forever." The god's voice slowly dissipated like smoke, yet remained clearly in the air. "When the plan is completed, I will come to find you again. Until then, do what you want to do. I look forward to your performance."

"Finally, remember to make arrangements for those two children."

As the last sound dissipated in the night wind, Xia Youjie realized in a daze that he hadn't opened his eyes at all. He sat alone in the high seat, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Just like the god who suddenly left and disappeared without a trace last time.

But he knew it wasn't true; this time, the gods had indeed stayed.

Whether it's the lingering warmth on my forehead or the information implanted in my mind, it's all irrefutable evidence.

Has his faith become stronger?

The gods' gaze upon him intensified.

He wanted him to live, to live happily.

...instead of living in this world like a walking corpse, defying one's own will.

He looked down at his palms and slowly clenched his fist: "I've become stronger..."

The link that connected him to the cursed spirit he had tamed grew even stronger...

Perhaps one day, he will no longer need to ingest the cursed spirits as cursed spirit orbs, and the nauseating smell will no longer gnaw at his taste buds.

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Tokyo in December is covered in a layer of snow, and the air is filled with the smell of ice and snow. Beneath the calm and bustling daily life, a turbulent atmosphere begins to tremble.

Xia Youjie stood in the center with his eyes closed, surrounded by a dense array of cursed spirits.

"Are you ready?" The voice of the god rang out, and Xia Youjie opened his eyes to see Him standing at the door.

The girl-like being was dressed in the cotton-padded clothes that ordinary children usually wear, and looked extremely warm, seemingly no different from a human. However, when you met those eyes, the emotionless dark eyes immediately revealed her inhumanity.

"Of course." Xia Youjie's cassock fluttered gently in the wind.

Dongshu approached and gently stroked his forehead with her fingers: "You are a good boy. Under my care, you will receive the happiness you deserve."

She looked at him intently, then nodded and took a few steps back: "Let's begin."

In an instant, thousands of cursed spirits appeared in the city like a tide, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the space. Alarms and screams instantly resounded through the night sky.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has officially begun.

Dongshu stood in the shadows, watching everything expressionlessly. After a moment, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.

The battle was more intense than expected, and as planned, Yuta Otsu appeared in front of Natsuyuki, with Rika Kimoto on his person being Natsuyuki's obvious target.

The raging, love-speaking spirit tore apart one spirit after another with absolute force.

Together with her lover, she brought the aesthetics of combat to its extreme. Even though she was only a child who had been in this world for a few months, she displayed a fighting ability that was not commensurate with her age.

Wow, Rika is amazing...

As Fuyuki gazed at the distorted form of the cursed spirit, the image of the girl in her previous life involuntarily surfaced before his eyes due to the influence of the world line.

Beauty and fear.

Thus, under the influence of immense magical power, it transformed into a cursed spirit born of love.

Even the culprits who were unaware of the truth were afraid.

You love him...

A glint of light flashed in Dongshu's eyes.

Since that's the case...

But I like you a lot too, but it seems you're not interested in me.

She sighed softly.

The dazzling ring on the boy's neck stood out beautifully under the light.

A promise made between innocent children can also become a powerful tool for him.

The battle between the two destroyed houses and the earth, with wave after wave of clashes of magical power.

As Yuta Otsukoku deliberately fell into a disadvantageous position, and he unleashed his ultimate move, Fuyuki's voice rang in Natsuyuki's mind: "Here it comes."

The spiritual energy suddenly rushed to his eyes, and at the same time, the voice of the god exploded in his mind like a prophecy, and an invisible force instantly enveloped Xia Youjie.

"run."

He left.

A pain that felt real swept through his body. Xia Youjie leaned against the wall of the alley, the sky above him cut into long strips by the wall. He was covered in cold sweat, waiting for death to come.

Only then did he realize, as if by sudden realization, that death could indeed be treated with such indifference.

My vision blurred, my mind went blank, and my last conscious thought fell on that familiar white figure.

Enlightenment?

When Xia Youjie regained consciousness, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar Japanese-style room. The golden stripes on the ceiling flickered and quickly dispersed when he looked at them.

"woke up?"

He turned his head and saw the god kneeling to one side, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with hot steam rising with the airflow.

"Success...?" Xia Youjie's voice was terribly hoarse, it didn't even sound like his usual voice.

Fuyuki handed him a cup of tea: "The remaining five will be handled by Satoru. Everyone will believe that Yuta Etotsu killed you, including those eyes in the shadows."

Xia Youjie sat up, looking at his reflection in the teacup: "...What do I need to do next?"

Fuyuki blinked and put down his teacup: "Well... we can rest for a long time. The next thing we need is for a key person to appear."

Hisahito Itadori, a child whose life, from birth to the future, was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Just then, the paper door of the Japanese-style room was gently pulled open, revealing Fukushige.

“Yo, Master,” he grinned, “welcome to the world of the dead.”

Xia Youjie nodded calmly. After all, he still had a deep impression of the person who had fabricated lies with him to Gojo Satoru.

"You've come at the right time." Fuyuki smiled and waved. "Come on, we can get back to business. About the world's garbage, and... the Dog Roll family after I disappeared."

The night sky outside the window gradually calmed down, and the Dog Roll Clan, who guarded the gods, surrounded the center layer by layer.

Whatever you are doing, at this moment, you must not be disturbed.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the Dog Roll family, unnoticed by anyone, had hidden two dead people.