Chapter 72
What an inappropriate conversation!
Fuyuki blinked, seemingly puzzled by Gojo Satoru's words: "What are you talking about? The gods disappeared more than a thousand years ago."
She smiled and said, "Besides, whether the gods are fictional or not has not been confirmed. It's quite an interesting method to speculate about the unknown without knowing the truth, and even to bring up these mysterious aspects."
Dongshu looked at him with an expression that said, "You're really amazing," her dark eyes showing no sign of panic.
The wind blew her long black hair, barely concealing the calm smile on her lips.
Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, looking at him meaningfully: "Is that what you think?"
His sunglasses tilted with his movements, revealing his unique eyes that always exuded powerful strength.
All the information is taken into the brain, which then processes it rapidly; the transition from seeing to knowing takes only a moment.
The Six Eyes is a once-in-a-century ability of the Gojo family. Its existence elevated Gojo Satoru to godhood from birth, and some even called him the Six-Eyed God Child.
Judging from the boy's current appearance, no one would imagine that he was so aloof as a child; even a glance from him could make you feel his isolation from the world.
Dongshu stared at him and suddenly said, "I'm hungry."
The small round sunglasses drooped back onto his straight nose, providing a meager form of concealment.
"Oh." Gojo Satoru ignored those words.
He looked at Fuyuki, half of his vision veiled in deep black, yet he could still see the scene opposite him: "Deniement is useless, I said that the first time we met."
He brought the topic back on track with a single sentence.
"So what? Your eyes are ultimately just human; they're bound to make mistakes."
"Well, I'm the strongest, there's no mistake."
"Are you so sure?" Fuyuki tapped his fingers on the table, making a crisp sound. "Perhaps what you're seeing, hearing, and even touching right now is all fake."
"Then let's make the fake real. This is something that Gojo Satoru can do with ease."
Easy as pie! So easy!
Seeing this information in the eyes of the boy opposite him, Fuyuki couldn't help but cover his eyes to control his emotions and remained silent for a moment.
"You're quite confident, Mr. Gojo."
"After all, I'm the strongest, so I can't afford to be insecure~"
"...That's a truly powerful understanding."
"Of course, I have a great understanding of everything. I'm super good at everything."
"Wow, that's amazing~" Dongshu read listlessly.
She's almost been brainwashed by the phrase "I'm the strongest!"
What a terrifying "strongest"! The world of sorcery is also in trouble.
“Mr. Gojo…” Fuyuki sighed, changing his sarcastic way of addressing him, “Satoru, is this really interesting? You’ve already finished your task in this short time, having wasted so much time chatting with a kid here.”
She tried to awaken his conscience and stop him from talking to her face-to-face about this dead end.
If it were to come with Gojo Satoru, Fuyuki would prefer to be just a simple sweets buddy.
Gojo Satoru waved his hand dismissively and said matter-of-factly, "I've already told Jae I have something to do, he'll take care of it!"
He was beaming with pride, showing no sign that he had done anything wrong.
Xia Youjie, who was working hard to exorcise the cursed spirit: "
Dongshu was speechless at his shamelessness. Poor Xia Youjie had to rush to the next location after finishing his task. It's hard to say whether having such a colleague and close friend is a good thing or a bad thing.
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Xia Youjie, who was far away, sneezed for no reason, rubbed his nose, and swallowed the cursed spirit ball in his hand.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his face involuntarily contorted in discomfort; clearly, the disgusting "food" was causing him immense pain.
The cursed spirit ball, which resembled a rag used to wipe vomit and was murky and contained malicious curse power the size of a palm, was swallowed directly down the throat and absorbed.
It creates a strong feeling of pressure in the throat, but it disappears the moment it slides down, leaving only a burning sensation.
The purpose of control is achieved by absorbing cursed spirits.
This is Xia Youjie's technique—the Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique.
It is a very strong power, so much so that it inspires envy, fear, and even covetousness.
It brought power, but it also brought pain.
No one wants to experience the feeling of ingesting disgusting things day and night.
After taking one cursed spirit ball, I had no desire to eat anything.
It wasn't that it was full; the Cursed Spirit Orb didn't feel satiated. It was just disgusted.
Now that Gojo Satoru has mastered the Reversal Technique, he is even stronger.
They are the strongest.
—
Looking at the blazing sun high in the sky, Fuyuki said, "Are you going to waste time with me?"
"How could this be considered wasting time? It's just a friendly chat between friends." Gojo Satoru winked, and Fuyuki raised his hand to flick it away.
She spoke listlessly, not wanting to pretend or say anything: "But I want to go back, I don't want to stay here with you."
"Now, I wish to thank you."
Gojo Satoru froze: "How annoying! This is too much!"
Fuyuki lay on the table, trying to draw some coolness from it: "What do you think of someone who invites me out but only orders dessert for themselves?"
She looked resentfully at the pink thing in front of the person opposite her, then at the air-colored thing in front of her, and sighed sadly.
She could actually buy it herself, but, at least for now, she! Doesn't! Want to!
The advice that you can get away from trouble quickly is to make a scene and cause trouble. This is a lesson that Fuyuki learned from who-knows-where.
"I don't want to talk to you right now, I'm leaving." Dongshu stood up, not wanting to continue sitting there with him.
Gojo Satoru quickly swallowed the cake in his mouth, nimbly stretched out his arm, picked her up, and put her back in her seat.
Dongshu straightened his clothes expressionlessly and sat down again.
Dongshu leaned back in her chair, widening her eyes as she tried to reason with him: "Do you have to be so persistent? It's okay if you don't know; it won't affect you at all. There's no point in being so fixated on these things."
"What I want to know, I must know, and I will definitely know, after all—I am the strongest."
The spirited young man was at an age where he was fearless. He tilted his head back, looked at her sideways, and pointed to himself.
He was so confident in his abilities.
The strength determined by power will inevitably flow into the future, and the future is the continuation of the present.
The most powerful force is the stepping stone that controls everything; in this dog-eat-dog world, strength is the most useful card.
And Gojo Satoru is holding the best and highest card among all humankind.
The young man was fearless and undaunted; he simply pursued what was right and what he was determined to do.
Fuyuki pursed her lips: "...Okay."
She conceded defeat.
—
Looking at herself in the mirror, Dongshu drifted into thought. After a long while, her chaotic thoughts were cleared up. She gently patted her cheeks, and her whole body became much clearer.
"I don't know if it's trouble or what..."
She turned her head to look out the window. It was the same night sky in every world, with stars scattered across the black curtain.
Did she really not want to answer that question, given that Gojo Satoru had already given a definite answer from the beginning?
Moreover, there is no need for deities to keep their identities secret.
No, she just suddenly didn't want him to get his way so quickly.
—Who told him to eat alone!
[Author's Note]
Fuyuki: My Dessert —
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