Yuji Itadori went to the cafeteria to have dinner with a confused look on his face. He had a thick omelette and a large bowl of fried rice. He was also naggled by the cafeteria uncle who was forced to stay open.

After he wolfed down his meal and walked all the way back to the dormitory, he couldn't help but get stuck in a computer crash.

Compared to the idea that the gods were far away in the horizon, he simply could not accept the plot that the gods were right in front of him.

Especially Ryoumiya Kazuki who looks gentle and a little silly...

Help! He began to doubt his life.

But if Suzumiya Kazuki really has such ambition and wants to use his brother's life to achieve his own success, then how should he get along with the sorcerers?

This method can already be called a curser.

I don't know what Mizukami Sosuke and Mizukami Tetsu would think when they know the truth, but based on the way they treat Suzumiya Kazuki, Yuji Itadori feels that they will most likely nod and agree to sacrifice themselves.

But it feels bad to be arranged by someone else.

Yuji Itadori shuddered and tried to communicate between the two Sukuna.

The master seemed to be in a good mood tonight. When Yuji Itadori opened his eyes, he had already appeared in the realm.

Ryoumen Sukuna sat on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his face propped up with his hands: "Why can't you sleep in the middle of the night? Do you want me to enlighten you?"

Yuji Itadori shook his head: "Can you tell me about the gods?"

"God...hahahaha." Ryoumen Sukuna laughed to himself for a long while, pretending to wipe away the tears from his laughter. "What is there to say? I can hardly remember it myself."

"But what do you want to know?"

"What kind of god is this and who worships him?" Yuji Itadori asked anxiously, "Where is he now?"

Ryoumen Sukuna: "If you ask me to speak, I will just beg you."

Yuji Itadori thought for a moment and said, "I won't ignore you if you come to chat with me late at night in the future." He hesitated and added, "This week."

Ryomen Sukuna is usually bored and often wants to chat with Yuji Itadori in the middle of the night. However, Yuji is usually too lazy to pay attention to him, so the master can only entertain himself.

When Ryoumen Sukuna heard this compromise, he said meaningfully: "Are you sure?"

"Sure..." Yuji Itadori confirmed uncertainly.

"Then I will be merciful and tell you."

Ryomen Sukuna crossed his legs and said, "Thousands of years ago, there were many legends about gods, but I have traveled to so many places and have only encountered one."

"What god?" Yuji Itadori was very supportive.

"Nameless God. His name is Curse. As a god, he chose to erase his real name. He can be anyone and anyone." Ryoumen Sukuna said, "But I can't remember what he looks like now."

"About ability——It should be related to desire."

Yuji Itadori shouted: "Wish!"

It seems that there may be some connection

Ryoumen Sukuna nodded and said, "Yeah, I've run into him a few times. I can only say that he has a very strange personality. He basically responds to whatever humans ask for, and he looks silly."

He commented: "He doesn't look like a god at all."

Yuji Itadori felt that his current attitude did not show that he disliked the god, which was completely different from the arrogant words he said to Gojo Satoru and others in the infirmary.

However, Ryomen Sukuna usually doesn't speak human language, so he might have just been talking nonsense for the sake of excitement.

Yuji Itadori continued to listen to Ryomen Sukuna's bedtime story.

Ryomen Sukuna's memory was too long and vast, and that strange and not very powerful god did not leave many traces. He only vaguely remembered his appearance when he first met him.

At that time, he and Li Mei happened to pass by a village. He vaguely remembered that the village was plagued by cursed spirits. Unfortunately, the village was extremely poor, and even if he asked for help from nearby sorcerers, few people were willing to take the risk to exorcise high-level cursed spirits.

I originally thought I could go and watch a play, but unexpectedly I saw a scene of prosperity and peace and contentment.

He knew that the cursed spirit was close to the special level, and there were only a few sorcerers who could exorcise it. What's more, it had the habit of raising humans. The whole village was basically a pig farm for the cursed spirit, which was meaningless.

But this time it has changed so much...

The King of Curses showed a rare interest. He took Li Mei and without hesitation grabbed a villager who came out to fetch water and asked him what happened.

But the villagers who usually treated him like a mouse seeing a cat actually straightened their backs. He put his hands behind his back and shouted, "May the gods protect us. I advise you, a monster, not to act rashly!"

Ryomen Sukuna simply rolled his eyes and tore the man to pieces with his bare hands.

Blood mixed with pieces of flesh spread out, and the villagers' wooden barrels filled with water were overturned on the other side. A trickling red stream carved a gully on the soil, and a thousand paper cranes suddenly floated in it.

Urime picked up the paper crane, wiped it dry and handed it to Ryoumen Sukuna: "Sir, there is a strange fluctuation of cursed power on it."

Ryomen Sukuna took the paper crane, looked at it with boredom for a few seconds, and then tore it into pieces with his hands.

"Tsk, strange power. Let's go and meet that overconfident god."

Naturally, Rimei had no doubts. He took out a handkerchief and helped Ryomen Sukuna clean his hands. Then he followed him and walked towards the village in a swaggering manner.

It was clearly just an ordinary day, but the whole village was celebrating as if it were a festival. There was the sound of gongs and drums everywhere, and children were running around with faces full of joy after all the hard work they had put in.

"It's time for a village festival! It's time for a village festival!"

They saw Ryomen Sukuna, and although they still felt panic and fear, no one was scared to death.

Ryomen Sukuna was very curious. What basis did these villagers have to be so arrogant in front of him? Even if the gods were very powerful, once the gods left, wouldn't they still be lambs under the curse?

Is there any god who has nothing to do so that he would guard such a shabby village all year round?

He then picked up a decent-looking villager from the roadside, pinched his chin and asked, "Where is the so-called god?"

The villagers groaned in pain, and he kept saying, "Sacrifice Master, save me."

"Huh? The sacrifice has already come out, which god is so shameless?"

You know, that group of nobles would hold a sacrificial ceremony that lasts for one or two months every year, but the gods never appeared.

What is there in this small village that is worthy of the gods' attention?

Ryomen Sukuna strangled the villagers to death, but he didn't kill them. Although he was arrogant and thought he was extremely powerful, he was not a fool and would not provoke others in a place where he had no idea of ​​the details.

The two of them walked in the direction where the other villagers were busy. Along the way, they heard many whispers of "Hurry up and notify the priest" and "The gods will bless us". They even led the way in front intentionally or unintentionally.

This is so interesting. It is the first time that Ryoumen Sukuna sees so many humans trying to kill him right in front of him.

The granary was moved away, and the old houses that were in the way were also demolished, revealing a large flat piece of land with a high platform built on it. The platform was filled with food offerings for sacrifices, and densely packed paper cranes were strung together with ropes and stretched across the houses, forming a dense network of paper cranes.

Li Mei hesitated for a moment: "Sir, these thousand paper cranes..."

Ryoumen Sukuna sighed, "How ugly."

Rimei: "...There is something like purified magical power on it."

“But it’s still ugly.”

Ryomen Sukuna had never seen a thousand paper cranes that were folded so ugly. Some were missing wings, and some even had no heads.

——It was obvious that the villagers had recently clumsily begun to learn it as a medium for communicating with the gods.

Along the way, Ryomen Sukuna gave the gods their first label: [easy to bully].

If it were him, not to mention the Thousand Paper Cranes with missing arms and legs, he would not even bother to respond if the villagers knelt in front of him in an inappropriate posture.

So where is the so-called God?

Ryomen Sukuna looked around but didn't see any luxurious buildings. He only saw a human who was dressed in fancy clothes and looked like a monkey, holding a white purification coin and swinging it back and forth. In front of him were villagers kneeling on the ground, chanting something.

Ryoumen Sukuna flashed over and picked up the monkey: "Where is the god?"

The smell of blood and murderous aura on his body pressed towards the human in front of him, directly frightening the priest so much that his legs were trembling and his pants were slightly wet. He was howling and waving the purification coins in his hand, but he did not pray directly to the gods like the other villagers.

Ryomen Sukuna suddenly didn't want to play anymore. He pinched the person's head with his big hand, and the head flew far away like a ripe and cracked watermelon.

The villagers were so frightened that they ran away, holding paper cranes and muttering to the gods as they ran, but no one responded.

Ryoumen Sukuna laughed at the funny scene: "Rimei, these idiots were fooled by this monkey, right?"

Li Mei lowered her head and said graciously, "The cursed spirit that was originally guarding here has indeed disappeared. My lord, the gods must have been here, but they may have left now."

Ryomen Sukuna jokingly picked up the paper crane that had fallen to the ground and shook it: "Hey, is the god here? If he is, let me see him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Rimei's shocked expression, and the next second he found himself in a small and clean room.

Interesting, they were able to use teleportation to take him away without warning, so can they kill him as well?

Ryomen Sukuna raised his eyes and looked at the little god sitting on the couch.

The reason he added the word "small" was because the person in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined.

He looked to be only eight or nine years old, wearing a moon-white robe embroidered with light-colored cranes, and his long white hair was loosely tied with a blue headband and draped behind his head. He placed his hands on his knees, with his long sleeves rolled down, and looked at Ryomen Sukuna without any emotion.

Ryoumen Sukuna sneered, walked over, and said condescendingly: "Are you that god?"

"Didn't you want to see me?" The little god answered slowly, with a strange sense of awkwardness between his words, as if he had just learned it not long ago. "The paper crane brought your wish, and I will make it come true for you."

Ryoumen Sukuna sat down next to him rudely and tried to reach out to pinch the little god's cheeks, which seemed to feel very good, but he dodged to the side. He smiled wickedly and said, "I said I want to see you, so you come. Don't you have any pride as a god?"

The little god was silent for a moment, then explained seriously: "Your wish is very simple."

The implication is that it was done easily and there was no need to be arrogant at all.

"Oh, then let me ask you something more complicated. Can you just kill all the sorcerers in this world?"

The little god stopped talking again.

Ryomen Sukuna couldn't help but feel itchy, and this time when he stretched out his hand, he touched an invisible barrier. The little god raised his eyes like the blue sky and looked at him.

He made a "tsk" sound and took his hand back: "You are talking, can't you do it?"

"You didn't make a wish with a paper crane," he said, "and you can only have one per person per day."

He didn't say whether he could do it or not, but Ryoumen Sukuna tacitly admitted that he couldn't.

Ryoumen Sukuna sighed and said, "What a trouble. Hey, kid, so you have already fulfilled all the wishes of those villagers?"

The little god lowered his eyes and suddenly said, "You tore a paper crane that fulfilled my wish."

Ryoumen Sukuna knew that the paper crane he was talking about was the one outside the village, so he asked, "Why?"

Little God: "So, you have no more wishes for tomorrow."

Oh, you still hold a grudge.

Ryomen Sukuna thought this little god was a little funny, and didn't seem very smart. Maybe it was because he was just born and entered the world without knowing much.

Suitable for taking home to raise.

It seems that it is quite prestigious to raise a god.

He asked, "What's your name?"

"No name." The little god said, "Also, can you get out?"

Ryoumen Sukuna raised an eyebrow: "Why do you want me to leave?"

A hint of disgust appeared in his blue eyes, and his whole body moved: "It stinks."

Ryomen Sukuna looked at the blood stains on his hands and laughed.

"You are so interesting, kid." He said, "How about coming back with me to play? The villagers here are also boring, right?"

The little god thought for a moment and said, "Fortunately, I'm waiting for someone to come over. He also said there's something fun to do."

"who?"

The little god described the man's appearance, and Ryomen Sukuna knew as soon as he heard it that it was the priest whom he had crushed like a watermelon.

He said bluntly: "The person you are waiting for has already been killed by me. You won't be able to wait for him again in the future."

"Why, are you angry?"

The little god lowered his eyes and said softly, "Is that so..."

"Well then..."

He muttered something. Ryoumen Sukuna vaguely heard words like "soul" and "what a pity", but it was too vague and he couldn't put it into a sentence.

"Would you like to go?" He curled his lips, like a weird uncle who kidnapped a child, "I'll take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks."

The little god nodded and said to him, "Is this also your wish?"

Ryoumen Sukuna: "Tsk, is it my wish to treat you to a meal?" He said arrogantly, "You should say that this is your honor."

"Then come back the day after tomorrow." The little god was very professional.

Perhaps in his view, all imperative sentences or questions containing wishes can be regarded as a kind of wish.

Ryomen Sukuna was getting a little impatient. He didn't really want to argue with this stubborn god, so he planned to just take him away by force without any reason.

He attached the cursed power to his hands, penetrated the unreliable barrier of the little god, and grabbed his shoulders.

Instantly, golden light flashed, and chains like restraints climbed up the god's body, fixing him firmly in place.

Ryoumen Sukuna rarely showed a trace of surprise. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the man in front of him say, "He doesn't like your soul."

"So, I don't want to agree to you now."

He waved his sleeves, and Ryoumen Sukuna felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and Rimei's anxious face appeared in front of him.

"My Lord! Where have you been just now?!"

Ryoumen Sukuna thought of the last startling glance at the golden chain wrapped around that frail wrist and laughed angrily. He said, "Rimei, we're not going back yet."

"Go and catch that disobedient lamb first."

The author has something to say: The last identity has come out.

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