Chapter 169 The Strongest Curser

A breeze blew by, and the wind chimes at the door of the dessert shop jingled softly. Jiang Lai stepped into the dessert shop, and a mellow sweet aroma filled his face. On the shelf were small cakes that had just been baked.

Jiang Lai scanned the surroundings with his consciousness, collecting detailed information.

The waiter in charge of arranging the cupcakes left in a hurry. The desserts on the plates had not been completely distributed and some were even knocked over, with a large area of ​​cream stuck to the bottom.

In this slightly chaotic environment, Gojo Satoru, sitting leisurely by the window with his long legs flailing, inevitably seemed a bit out of place.

When Jiang Lai walked into the dessert shop, Gojo Satoru didn't have any special reaction. He still had that nonchalant attitude.

However, when the distance was shortened to a certain extent, the white-haired man put down the dessert fork in his hand.

——This subtle action caused Jiang Lai to pause slightly.

Jiang Lai was always defenseless against his friends, so he did not perform any space magic around him.

Next to his good friend Gojo Satoru who returned to the cursed world, he can always show the most relaxed attitude of the past, because he knows that the other party will not hurt him.

But now, Jiang Lai, who has keen senses, keenly sensed the danger in the opponent's instant movement.

His sixth sense made him stop cautiously.

“…”

The dessert shop was filled with a sweet aroma and the air was extremely quiet. Neither of them took any other action for a while.

Jiang Lai's eyes fell on the dessert fork that the other party had put down, and he picked it up again. He was the first to speak to break the silence and said, "Aren't you going to eat anymore, Wu?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, then smiled. "The cake can wait. I think your strength is worth putting down my dessert fork and being a little more serious."

These words were very direct, and Jiang Lai could hear the implication: Gojo Satoru put down the dessert fork in order to prepare for battle.

However, understanding it made Jiang Lai feel shocked.

With this attitude... Gojo Satoru considers himself an enemy, but why?!

During the moment when Jiang Lai was stunned, Gojo Satoru put his hand on his chin and added: "You are a very familiar person - you call me by my first name instead of my last name. But I am not a familiar person, so take back your address."

There was still a smile on his lips, but it was mixed with a sense of alienation and indifference. The icy coldness even caused the temperature around him to drop by one degree.

The strongest six eyes released some of their cursed energy, and the oppressive aura was like an invisible giant hand pressing down, suffocating people like heavy sea water.

Jiang Lai did not dodge this pressure. He blinked gently: "... Don't you remember who I am?"

"Have we met before?" Gojo Satoru put his index finger on his lips and leaned back in his chair, his posture casual. "Although I usually don't remember people, but for a character like you who has some strength, I should have an impression of you."

The white-haired man seemed to think for a few seconds, then he casually spread his hands and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter--"

Jiang Lai was silent, staring at the familiar figure in front of him.

The other party didn't seem to be joking, and every move he made showed that he had no impression of him.

In this world where Zhuang Shengxiao is dreaming of butterflies, have all of Gojo Satoru's memories of himself been blocked?

Jiang Lai: ...Thinking back then, I used my amnesia to tease the other party. Now the situation has changed and it is the other party's turn to lose his memory.

What is this? Could it be that Gojo Satoru is still subconsciously resentful of me for scaring him with amnesia, so he wants to take revenge this time?

Jiang Lai was a little amused and his thoughts were running wild.

Or maybe it was because [Chalu] discovered the biggest variable factor, so it removed this biggest variable factor (that is, Jiang Lai himself).

——This creates a new world.

In a short time, Jiang Lai quickly analyzed the possible reasons in his mind.

No matter what the reason is, the result points to one thing - that is, the current Gojo Satoru does not recognize himself.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath.

Although he was emotionally depressed, his reason was still functioning, telling him that he must cheer up, find a way to solve the problem at hand, and pull his friend out of this forked tower.

"So what exactly are you here for?" Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed and swaying from side to side. "Did those rotten oranges push you over to negotiate with me, or did they intend to send you to try to stop me?"

Jiang Lai frowned slightly when he heard this. He caught some information: "The news reported that there was a terrorist attack nearby - referring to you?"

"That's not accurate. I haven't done anything yet~" Gojo Satoru spread his hands and raised the last syllable of his words, fabricating an innocent tone.

...Which means, the perpetrator of the terrorist attack mentioned in the news is really Gojo Satoru?!

Jiang Lai was a little bit incredulous. He slightly widened his eyes and subconsciously asked, "Why? You are not the kind of person who would kill innocent people."

Gojo Satoru placed one hand on the table, tilted his head slightly, and smiled: "Hmm? Are you speaking for me... or for Rotten Orange?"

"I'm speaking for my own judgment." Jiang Lai raised his eyelids and said calmly, "I know you're not that kind of person."

"You talk like you know me so well."

"I understand you." Jiang Lai nodded seriously, and said the rest of the sentence in his heart: Just like you understand me.

Gojo Satoru turned his head. He was wearing an eye patch, but he seemed to be looking back.

He stared at Jiang Lai for two or three seconds: "Have you become so familiar with others?"

Such ruthless and sharp words are like a sword.

Then, Gojo Satoru tapped his right palm with his left hand again: "Oh, but it's not surprising. There must be many people who want to understand me, think they understand me, and try to find out my thoughts - oh, who made me, the invincible handsome guy, so famous~~"

It is a smug and boastful tone, but the emotion is only superficial.

The heart of the strongest six-eyed man is still cold.

Jiang Lai also felt a little cold. Although he was very sensible, it was difficult for anyone to adjust his mood immediately when his best friend gave him the cold shoulder.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the ground, not wanting to have any contact with the person in front of him for the time being.

Gojo Satoru, who was standing by the window, seemed to be somewhat interested, or perhaps simply mocking. He raised his lips slightly and said in a drawn-out tone, "Why, you have nothing to say?"

"People don't want to hear it, so whatever I say is wrong." Jiang Lai replied calmly, "Since you have already made a preconceived judgment and put a label on me, I have nothing to say."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly: "How did I put the hat on you?"

"You said I was sociable and self-righteous, and you always put me on the side of a rotten orange." Jiang Lai paused, "I don't like it."

His words were extremely sincere, yet concealed an undetectable grievance - Jiang Lai seldom cared about what others thought, and he would not be hurt by malicious words or public opinion. His solid outer shell built a fortress outside his heart, but the words from his friends could pierce that shell.

"..." Gojo Satoru maintained his previous action. After a while, he put down his crossed hands, "What a strange guy... I don't quite understand why you came here."

His tone was no longer as frivolous as before, but now calmed down a little and carried a bit of seriousness.

Then, he added, "Well, but when I heard you call me rotten orange, it sounded more intimate. It seems that you were not sent by those old guys? Then what are you doing here?"

"I heard there was a terrorist attack," Jiang Lai said, "so I came to see what was going on."

It sounds like the scene in a horror movie where you hear something unusual in the cupboard and open it to take a look.

Such a straightforward answer made Gojo Satoru reveal a rare expression of being speechless - because he could hear that what the other party said was true.

In those brief moments, Gojo Satoru didn't know what to say.

Jiang Lai's reply was indeed the truth, but it was an incomplete truth. He did not say that his next goal was to use this opportunity to find the other party.

After the air calmed down for a moment, Gojo Satoru placed one hand on his pursed lips and said, "I can't find any words for a moment - but I feel that you are quite interesting. You have added some interest to my boring life."

"Well, as a reward, I'll talk to you for a few more words." Gojo Satoru picked up the dessert fork with one hand and said briskly, "There's no terrorist attack, I just came here to eat dessert. Today is the special sale day of Morino Strawberry Mousse, of course~ I can't miss it."

His voice rose slightly, and he sounded in a good mood. He crossed his legs and swayed lightly to the beat, looking relaxed and contented.

The icy pressure that had just been vaguely revealed was now silently withdrawn, like the tide that came and went without a trace.

Jiang Lai was still standing there, he was not sure whether the other party had said this a long time ago or had changed his mind temporarily. But he thought it should be the former.

In fact, he still didn't understand what was going on with Gojo Satoru here.

So he simply continued to ask: "Since you just stopped by to have dessert, why did the news report it like that?"

The reason why he asked directly again was because Jiang Lai saw that Gojo Satoru was in a good mood at the moment - probably because he was enjoying dessert.

Or maybe in his subconscious, Gojo Satoru still remembers himself, so even if his memory is temporarily blocked, he will still be more patient and tolerant towards himself.

Hearing Jiang Lai's question, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows slightly under his eye mask: "Are you really from the world of sorcery? You look like a primitive man who just came out of a cave, or a guy who emerged from some ancient ruins? Your clothes are also quite retro."

Jiang Lai: “…” He didn’t want to talk anymore.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru had already finished eating the small cake. He put down the dessert fork in his hand, wiped his hands gently with a wet towel, and then put down the corner of his sleeve that he had folded up before.

The sunlight from outside shone through the glass, illuminating the white-haired man's perfect and delicate profile.

He looked nonchalant, with his thin lips slightly parted, and there was a hint of danger in his every move, like a sharp edge of a snowy mountain storm brushing past a cliff, or a glimmer of light in the eyes of a wild animal lurking in the dark night.

The words were spoken slowly at this time:

"——Because I am the most powerful curser."