Chapter 194: The Curse of Highness [CG·The Never-Fading High School…
Sticky, cold, and a suffocating feeling as if my internal organs were being squeezed...
His senses were completely out of control, completely controlled by Ryomen Sukuna.
His limbs were so tightly restrained that even the slightest movement like bending his fingers was impossible.
Players now finally have some sense of being an ingredient.
My eyelids felt heavy as if glued, and the figures and surrounding scenery in front of me were all covered with a layer of blood.
Even the sounds reaching my ears became unclear, as if I were underwater.
"Eat, eat it..." Zenin Naoya's voice sounded intermittent as he could not hide his shock.
Players don’t really want to know how they appear in the eyes of others.
It definitely won't be that good after all.
A blurry figure stood in front of the player, who tilted his head to listen. "It seems the sober six-eyed imp has also noticed what's going on here."
"It's Satoru-kun? Great!"
He ignored Zenin Naoya and faced the player...or maybe it was Ryomen Sukuna. The specific expression on his face could not be seen clearly, and the player could only feel that the other party was looking at her silently.
The player calmly watched as the curse devoured them, and before the situation became uncontrollable, the player heard a sound again.
"Do you want me to save you?"
The player whose face was mostly covered: "..."
Fortunately, this doesn't seem to prevent the other party from reading the player's thoughts. It's really unexpected that even though the player can't see his face clearly, he can still see the curve of his lips.
"Hmph, you probably can't answer me now."
He reached behind his waist and without hesitation, pulled out the cursed weapon and chopped at the arms surrounding the players.
Ryomen Sukuna's grip on the player remained unchanged, but the player found that the force of the restraint had weakened a bit.
Tensakuhoko - the player should have remembered correctly the name of the cursed tool that can end the spell.
"Tsk, it doesn't matter. This is the fixed answer." He frowned, revealing a rare cruelty, and used a ferocious force as if to chop it into pieces.
[Bind] flickered for a moment, then became clear again like a brand.
The light of the intricate patterns beneath his feet gradually faded, and the Curse King's figure became transparent, until the last drop of blood maintaining the pattern dried up and no longer emitted a bright color. The player felt light all over and fell to the ground.
The man who had cut the person out of the cursed belly stood against the light. Beside him, the white-haired sorcerer came over excitedly: "It's born, it's a girl!"
Player: “…”
——This guy is definitely still drunk.
Gojo Satoru reached out and lifted the player up with both hands. His sunglasses were nowhere to be found. He ignored the player's mess and rubbed his face against his, "Looks like we're not too late."
He still had a smile on his face, but the emotion in his blue eyes, without the sunglasses, was calm and paranoid: "Otherwise, I don't know what I would do out of anger."
The alcohol he consumed undoubtedly amplified his emotions, so that when he regained consciousness and sensed Ryomen Sukuna's presence, he was instantly struck by the terrible outcome he had anticipated in his mind.
The six-eyed brain needed to get used to processing the onslaught of information, and many other thoughts flashed through its mind at the same time.
The feeling of my hand poking my cheek, the sweet filling of the daifuku, the ball of yarn...
Some of them were experiences with each other, but more of them were things that Gojo Satoru had no idea were related to.
Apart from worrying about the situation of his juniors, Gojo Satoru was also driven by another inexplicable anxiety, and he quickly and brutally resolved the curse that blocked his way.
When the figure reappeared in his controllable field of vision and he confirmed that the other party's vital signs were normal, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that it didn't matter anymore.
Whatever.
It doesn't matter anymore.
“…”
At the same time, the player's eyes swept across Gojo Satoru's white hair and clothes stained with cursed blood.
Presumably, the other party regained consciousness and realized something was wrong, so they immediately rushed over here, leaving them no energy to avoid the dirt that would normally be blocked by the spell.
So the player did not resist and let the other party hold it.
"...Tsk." Being pushed away by Liuyan, he subconsciously clicked his tongue, but had no intention of getting closer. He turned his wrist and shook off the blood on the cursed tool.
"Satoru-kun!"
The touching reunion with the junior who escaped death was interrupted by someone inexplicably. Gojo Satoru slowly gave Zenin Naoya a look, wanting to hear what the guy in front of him had to say.
Zenin Naoya, whose expression had not yet recovered, did not even bother to catch his breath: "This woman just almost resurrected Ryomen Sukuna. I think we should report it immediately."
Before he could utter the word "death penalty," Gojo Satoru placed his hand on his forehead and gazed out, deliberately putting on a nonchalant demeanor that would infuriate others. "You're talking about Ryomen Sukuna, why didn't I see him?"
Zenin Naoya: "..."
The player who was suddenly glared at blinked, as if Zenin Naoya had always inexplicably disliked her.
"There are still some cursed spirits wandering around outside. Nanami and Haibara can handle it. Jie will go after the curse master." Gojo Satoru said. Seeing his best friend's lonely figure, he shrugged in anticipation. "One thing leads to another. The other party must have thought of a way to escape in advance."
The player was listening to Gojo Satoru's analysis, but she noticed that his eyes fell on her, as if he was trying to find something unusual with his six eyes.
Apparently unsuccessful, the player soon saw Gojo Satoru clapping his hands and deciding, "The purpose of the pattern left behind by the other party is still unclear. To prevent any complications, we will depart immediately and return to the high school."
Nanami Kento didn't object to this. Haibara Yu raised his hand, attracted the player's attention, and returned the found ring, box, and weapon to the player.
"Eh - the vacation is over...?" The player said with a hint of regret. He looked out the window and could faintly see the light. It was already the second day.
"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, "There's still time to watch the sunrise."
Okay!
When the resentful Nozomi Ieiri, who was woken up from her sleep, appeared in the player's sight, the player immediately fell silent.
No, no!
When the hungover doctor suppressed his impatience due to lack of sleep and asked whose idea it was, the player quietly pointed to Gojo Satoru with a bright smile.
"Haaa..." The lifeless doctor yawned, not caring which of his two colleagues was the mastermind. He just looked at Gojo Satoru twice in surprise, "You seem to be in a good mood?"
Gojo Satoru looked up at the sky and uttered a long "Hmm..." He thought for so long that Iori Nozomi thought he was teasing her, but then he smiled and admitted bluntly, "I just figured something out."
"What?"
Gojo Satoru laughed out loud. "So that's how it is! Tangled balls of yarn are neither annoying nor troublesome."
"Huh?" Ieiri Naoko couldn't understand her colleague's sudden happiness, but that didn't stop her from drawing the correct conclusion. "Are you finally going crazy?"
"It's so sad. I thought I was just fine now."
Before the sun officially rose, they came to a higher ground nearby and prepared to wait for the sunrise - Zenin Naoya was not invited.
The morning sun was neither warm nor glaring, and tranquility spread around them, making their hearts involuntarily peaceful.
Even the warlock killer, who had always been at odds with the High School staff, didn't say anything to break the atmosphere, but kept a subtle distance from them.
"This moment deserves to be remembered forever." Gojo Satoru tapped his solar plexus.
The player noticed Huiyuan Xiong beside him rummaging through his pockets. The cheerful boy smiled brightly: "This time, I brought a camera."
Taking a group photo seemed to be something that happened naturally. When taking the photo, there was only one person who was out of place and did not take the initiative to move closer to them.
The man wiping the curse tool didn't even look up. "Only immature boys would dwell on a moment."
The implication is that he doesn't think there is anything worth commemorating.
He lowered his eyes lazily, speaking in that sarcastic tone that carries the decadence of an adult. The loneliness of being alone permeated his entire body, creating a clear dividing line between him and others.
Perhaps the player's gaze rested on her for too long, so Gojo Satoru turned her face towards the camera and said nonchalantly, "There's nothing to see in a hopeless wretch."
"Are Gojo and Shinji familiar with each other?" The player could hear Gojo Gojo's words revealing his familiarity with the other party.
"We only met once when we were kids. When we met again, he was just like you know, a completely corrupted scumbag." Gojo Satoru was referring to the time when the other party offered himself to the player.
"Is it hopeless... maybe there's a way to change it." The player said to himself.
Gojo Satoru, oblivious to what the player said, pulled him to the center of the camera. With a wave of his hand, he pulled the other two juniors into his arms and excitedly announced, "Let's take pictures!"
Geto Suguru controlled the cursed spirit and pressed the shutter.
——Click.
Gojo Satoru, whose cheerful mood couldn't be concealed even through the sunglasses, rested his chin on the player's head. Haibara Yu, who also had a bright smile, and Nanami Kento, who had a cold expression on his face, stood on the left and right of the player respectively. The sleepy-looking Ieiri Shoko and Geto Suguru stood next to Zhang Yang.
The sunrise behind becomes an unrepeatable background, freezing the picture.
——The scene before the player is no exception.
The unique BGM of CG playback plays again, and the frozen picture in front of my eyes keeps switching.
In what was obviously the back seat of the car, the large stature of the sorcerers sitting on either side made the space seem particularly cramped.
The white-haired senior, who exuded an unreliable temperament, laughed heartily, while the other one smiled gently. The newcomer they were responsible for picking up was sat stiffly in the middle.
In the eerie test of courage, a ghost dressed as someone was chasing the three freshmen around. The player and Haibara Yu were laughing happily, while the cold-tempered blond classmate cooperated with a wooden face, and the senior with a bun-haired hairstyle was watching them with a smile.
On a hot spring trip, the students from the college were all dressed in towels, soaking in the hot springs, with soaked towels on their heads, drinking juice and eating local snacks, their faces filled with relaxed comfort...
【CG·Never Fading College】
I clicked on the CG included in [Achievements] and watched it again and again, then closed it with satisfaction.
The player's eyes fell on [Spirit].
[Spiritual Communication]: Skill remaining cooldown time: 168h
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