Chapter 163: Choose 1 from N when the curse is high? True or false

The man with the notoriety of the sorcerer killer watched with great interest the conversation between Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru regarding the honor of the high school.

"Are you done with the discussion?" He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the two people who had stopped whispering.

"Ah, about right."

Gojo Satoru replied nonchalantly, pulling his sunglasses down a bit, revealing his cold, icy blue eyes. "Including how to deal with you."

"While your opinion isn't particularly important, let's seek the client's opinion." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, offering two options. "Do you want to fight us one-on-one, or do we have five of us against you?"

Player: He said something shameless without changing his expression...

"...Tsk, what a troublesome brat."

Gojo Satoru showed a serious attitude, which seemed to have discouraged the other party's eagerness to try to a certain extent.

The air, which had been gradually becoming stagnant, was no longer as thin as if it could explode at any moment.

"Looks like I won't be able to collect the bounty on the sorcerer..." His gaze, fixed precisely on the player behind Geto Suguru, he muttered to himself, "I wonder if I can make some extra cash."

"Don't have any inappropriate thoughts about our juniors!" Gojo Satoru folded his hands into a large X. "Such things are absolutely forbidden~"

"What is this, overprotectiveness?" He chuckled.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and then gave an answer: "Well, it can be considered as... a warning."

"As a reliable senior, I will not let my lovely junior be taken away by a suspicious man with bad intentions."

Gojo Satoru said, turning the player's face seriously: "Don't be fooled by a bad man with a good-looking face."

The immobilized players pointed at him, "A man with a nice face but a terrible personality."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Geto Suguru raising his hands to cover his face, but he quickly controlled his expression and even smiled at the player, his upturned eyes slightly narrowed, and his index finger raised to his lips, signaling her to keep it a secret.

The animal image of Geto Suguru in the forum is definitely a fox sculpture!

The man standing in opposition to them in the distance scoffed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You're describing me as a worthless scumbag. That's... quite apt."

"See, even he said so himself," Gojo Satoru emphasized to the player repeatedly, as if grasping evidence. "It's obvious that he's been assimilated into a horrible adult without dreams and a soul egg."

Now Fushimi Kyoki had to look at Gojo Satoru in amazement.

It's not because of the fact that his comics cover a wide range of topics.

Rather, it's admiration for the fact that he can speak of the settings in the comics so naturally and without any sense of shame.

"dream?"

The man, who exuded decadence and indifference to everything, uttered unfamiliar words in a slightly strange tone, and then pulled the corners of his mouth as if he found the words ridiculous.

He spread his hands indifferently: "Does being a gigolo count?"

Eh?

Eh? Look here!

The player stared at him blankly, holding his neck with one hand as he casually met her gaze.

"...He's being kept by a wealthy, attractive woman. Until he meets a suitable sponsor, he occasionally kills sorcerers to make a living."

One could sense that the other party was fascinated by the life he described, but his assertion that he wanted to be a gigolo still made everyone at the college temporarily lose their ability to speak.

Eh, how should I describe it? Should I say frank...

"Hey, kid."

The player who was suddenly called out: "Yes?"

"How much money do you have?" He rubbed his fingertips, his dark green pupils fixed on the player, and the scar on his mouth raised.

"Huh?" The player asked the question unexpectedly, yet not so unexpectedly. After being surprised, he answered the question seriously, "The money is probably..."

Currency circulates between copies.

Normally, they don't have much money to spend on purchasing sophisticated equipment or special items. Therefore, from being a code-named member of the Black Organization to a candidate cadre of the Port Mafia, the [Funds] column basically only has money flowing in but no money flowing out.

So many zeros...

"Ah, be careful that a bad man might swindle all your money and leave you homeless on the streets." Gojo Satoru deliberately threatened.

Surprisingly, Nanami Kento, who players thought would not easily express his opinions, also spoke up at this time: "Don't believe what this kind of man says."

"Ai?"

The blond-haired girl's eyes were serious, almost solemn, and there was no embarrassment at all about saying bad things about others, only calmness.

"Nanami-san...it seems that she and Mr. Shinji don't get along very well." From the first moment the two sides met, there seemed to be signs of this.

"Um."

Just when the player thought he wouldn't reply, Nanami Kento's calm, composed voice, with neither arrogance nor servility, said, "Whether it's Cowherd or Kabukicho, these places built with women's blood and tears, I'm afraid... I'll never be able to develop a favorable impression."

Eh...

The player stared at Nanami Kento's profile, seeing his unconsciously lowered brows and the seriousness in his eyes.

He's a serious man with principles.

It felt like a holy white light appeared above Nanami Kento's head.

"……"wrong.

"*(Something heavy is falling from above!)"

At the same time as [Perception] appeared, the player was pulled back by Kento Nanami.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and without anyone seeing what he did, the corners of his clothes moved without wind, and the ceiling lamp that was about to fall from the air seemed to hit a black hole, and instantly shattered into pieces.

"Here I come." Geto Suguru immediately became serious.

Nanami Kento and Haibara Yuu seemed to sense something in the atmosphere. The man who had been at loggerheads with them not long ago clicked his tongue unhappily: "Tsk, I've been dragged into this."

After thinking for a moment, the player took out the cursed glasses from his breast pocket and put them on.

Nanami Kento caught a glimpse of the player's movements from the corner of his eye and paused slightly.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed. In the bright and peaceful clothing store, the places where doors and windows should have been disappeared at some point, and were covered by twisting pieces of flesh.

Obviously, they were trapped in an unknown space.

Players discovered that an exclamation mark appeared on the progress bar of the [Spirit Communication] panel.

"* Every time [Psychic] progress reaches 30/75/100, a random favorability storyline will unfold. You can choose the target of the favorability event yourself!"

What does "autonomous choice" mean?

Before the players could think clearly, Gojo Satoru, who had seen their current situation, spoke with certainty:

“It’s the field.”

"Don't worry too much, the two seniors are here." Haibara Yu whispered to the players to explain the concept of the field. When he talked about something he didn't understand very well, he smiled shyly and reminded the players to be careful.

"Are you sure, Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses. "That's the one detected by the window. It's a special-grade cursed spirit born from negative emotions towards men. From the perspective of the six eyes, it's filled with resentment!"

"It's grown so fast, which is beyond my expectation. I saw a lot of custom shops nearby on the way here. I think this is the reason."

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and suggested, "Why not just throw out the only guy here who has played with a woman's feelings? Maybe that will calm his anger."

The player looked at the mature man's face again and again with reluctance.

"..." Nanami Kento exhaled lightly, "At this point, let's stop wasting time and energy. The most important thing is to find a way to break the domain."

Xia Yujie's face was solemn: "It appeared."

——The master of this realm.

A special-grade cursed spirit, surging with cursed power as if it were real, was suspended in mid-air. The malice it emitted all the time made several people in the area frown subconsciously.

——Except for players.

"Choose."

The special-grade curse spirit uttered intermittent syllables whose meaning could be understood. As everyone in the high school suddenly became alert and defensive, perhaps it was the curse spirit's face that turned several pairs of eyes to the player.

"Make your choice."

The player pointed at himself, not even able to immediately feel the horror of the cursed spirit in front of him: "?"

"You can choose the one you like from among them and leave safely together." The special cursed spirit born from hatred for men stared directly at the player, "Or you can choose someone you have feelings for but are unable to take the next step..."

Huiyuan Xiong blinked and clapped his fists together. "That's it, right? You're trying to cause a quarrel between us."

"The two ends of the red thread of fate will be tied to you respectively. He will be affected by fate and will never leave you." The strange-looking cursed spirit was not affected and spoke out words step by step.

Nanami Kento calmly pointed out: "There's clearly a trap in that statement, and I can't trust the cursed spirit."

Gojo Satoru lowered his sunglasses, the smile on his lips fading. "It's true. There are traces of restraint... Just understand that it's not a lie."

The latter sentence is obviously directed at the players.

"...The one you choose can leave with you safely. The remaining sorcerers will be killed by me."

The cold cursed power swept through the area, and the special cursed spirit issued a final ultimatum.

"Choose!"