Chapter 231 IF Route - First Playthrough (Part 4) (Unlocked with 80% subscription): What if the first playthrough wasn't finished?
The ball did bounce out, but what bounced out was something even more infuriating.
Why do we need to kill five more top-tier cursed spirits?
Where are these five hiding? They didn't even write down their names or locations!
Kazuma Hatori was extremely unhappy.
Why do we have to fight so many cursed spirits just to get married? Killing the mastermind is useless; he still has to save the world...
Wait a minute, why does he have to save the world before we can get married?
Kazuma Hatori suddenly realized what was happening.
He's a player, a fourth catastrophe who does whatever he wants. Even if he does something like processing the native inhabitants of an entire planet in the game into canned goods and selling them, it's just one of the normal operations of someone who's into having fun.
Besides, this game doesn't have any end conditions; he set his goal as marrying Gojo Satoru—although he originally wanted to raise Satoru as a child, it's not a big problem.
In other words, the task of saving the world is not actually the player's main quest, but rather something they come to understand.
He won't be able to marry Satoru if he doesn't resolve this world-class crisis.
Why can't I marry Satoru? Because Satoru will go to save the world... and then face the worst possible outcome, never to return.
Just thinking about that possibility made Kazuma Hatori clench his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
His eyes were dark and gloomy, like a night sky filled with gloom.
It's just five top-tier cursed spirits...
Even if you add a few more directors, he can still show the system how he can kill them.
At this moment, the old men in the director's office felt their whole bodies begin to tremble, as if they had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing cold, feeling vulnerable and helpless.
Why do I have this feeling that my life is hanging by a thread...?
"Well, uh, I'm sure everyone has already heard the report from Tokyo Higher Vocational School."
In the flickering candlelight of the director's office meeting room, several old men gathered together and whispered among themselves.
They didn't even dare to speak loudly, as if afraid that demon would suddenly appear from somewhere, hear their words, and then coldly say, "You're useless," followed by a barrage of shots...
Even the attendees were carefully selected to ensure that none of the colleagues who supported that devil Kamo were invited; everyone present was a staunch opponent.
As a result, not only were the number of participants less than a third of what was expected, but they also had to hold a secret meeting to oppose the conspiracy.
What a disgrace! What a tremendous disgrace!
They had enjoyed a glorious life for most of their lives, but who would have thought that at an age when they were almost in their coffins, a demon would actually appear to help them hurry up and lie in their coffins!
But they still had to swallow their anger.
According to the report from Tokyo, all the details indicate that the once powerful and influential figure seems to have suffered a crushing defeat even after personally taking action…
It's terrifying that even their brains were dug out for research!
The atmosphere in the director's office meeting room was gloomy and somber.
"Could it be... that we really have to agree to that absurd deal..."
One of them spoke of a bleak and hopeless future for everyone.
"Gojo Satoru as the head disciple? I absolutely do not approve! This mere junior has no respect for his elders..."
Before his colleague could finish speaking, the elder sitting next to him couldn't hold back and started cursing.
"Great! Go ahead and protest to that living devil. We'll all be supporting you from behind."
Another person immediately spoke up, and the others nodded in agreement, their expectant gazes falling on this colleague who dared to resist the devil's tyranny.
The other person's expression froze instantly. "Well... why don't you all join me? It'll be more effective if there are enough dissenting voices!"
No one responded to that question, but the several pairs of cloudy eyes staring at him clearly answered—[Who would dare to go up there and die?]
"…………"
The atmosphere in the room froze again, plunging into an even deeper abyss of sorrow.
They didn't seem to be having a high-level, secret meeting in the director's office; it was more like an elderly psychological trauma group helping each other, encouraging one another.
Don't be afraid! What's there to be afraid of in a demon? If we work together, we can definitely defeat him!
So far, the results have been minimal.
After a long silence, one of them spoke again.
"I think... it's not unacceptable for Gojo Satoru to become the head of the household... What I mean is, what if we disagree with Gojo Satoru becoming the head of the household, and he decides to take over himself? Or do you think he will let one of us become the new head of the household?"
Everyone: "…………"
That's the crux of the problem!
Let's not even talk about whether they dare to refuse Gojo Satoru to their face—even if they do manage to refuse him, so what? There's still a devil behind him who has caused them severe psychological trauma and acts recklessly!
Even that great man failed, so who else can resist the terrifying power of the demon!
"—Oh right, Ryomen Sukuna!"
Someone recalled something mentioned in the report: "If we're talking about the most terrifying King of Curses, isn't it none other than Ryoumen Sukuna, who, despite the loss of countless sorcerers a thousand years ago, could not be defeated!"
"You mean..."
“That’s right. If even that person can’t kill him, and Gojo Satoru is on his side and refuses to help… then the only person we can turn to for help is the cursed king from a thousand years ago.”
"Indeed, it just so happens that the Kukuri contains several [two-faced Sukuna's fingers]..."
"But containers are hard to find."
"Isn't the container ready-made? That sir has already carefully selected the container."
"Oh, speaking of which, that gentleman seemed to have mentioned that he went to find some helpers..."
"In that case, then we..."
“That’s right. Before that, let’s reluctantly agree to refuse Gojo Satoru as the head monk.”
The whispered scheming quickly came to an end. The elders, as if they had just had a successful mental spa treatment, walked out of the gloomy conference room refreshed and looking forward to the next move, which would completely remove the head of the Kamo family—like pulling out an unsightly and prickly nail.
They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled with anticipation for the future.
However, after walking out the door, everyone said goodbye to each other.
Some people's expressions changed immediately. They beckoned to their subordinates and whispered a few words to them, instructing the other party to send the message out as soon as possible.
………
— Ding ding.
Kazuma Hato received another message on his phone. He picked it up and glanced at it; it was from Nokichi Kamo again.
As the head of the Kamo family, it wouldn't be right for him to block his subordinates' reports, so he gave his email address to Kamo Nokichi and told him to only report important matters.
As for what is important, it is quite obvious.
Kamo no Yoshikichi didn't dare to bother this unpredictable and irrational devil who was known for his bad temper, so he usually handled internal matters and rarely sent emails.
At that moment, a notification sound rang out, causing Gojo Satoru, who was engrossed in watching the movie while holding popcorn, to turn his head and ask him in a low voice.
"What happened?"
The fact that a notification sound would ring every now and then only led Gojo Satoru to think of one thing: he was sending the other person a message, rambling on and on...
Ahem, of course I don't mean he's a chatterbox, it's just that he has too much to share!
Kazuma Hato replied in a low voice, "It was sent by Nokichi Kamo. He said he received a secret report from Yamato Onoue that someone was planning to revive Ryomen Sukuna through a container so that he could kill me."
"Those old men really dare to dream."
Upon hearing this news, Gojo Satoru's expression turned displeased, clearly unhappy. "What, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
“Not exactly,” said Kazuma Hatake. “The letter just now was a secret report from Sora Kobayakawa, and the contents were the same.”
"……Um?"
"The best seal belongs to Mingsheng of the Zen Temple."
"Up to the highest rank, it is Jinjiu Shunren."
"Another high-ranking official..."
Kazuma Hatake counted several names in a row, almost covering all the participants in the meeting.
Even Gojo Satoru was speechless, “…………”
Good heavens, it turns out everyone is a traitor!
Everyone only superficially agreed to attend the meeting, pretending to oppose the wishes of the Kamo family head, but secretly they were all quicker to surrender than the last!
After a long silence, Gojo Satoru covered his mouth with one hand and couldn't help but chuckle softly for a long time.
"Oh my, this is really interesting, but it's understandable. After all, Ryoumen Sukuna isn't their pet dog, so how could he possibly obey their orders... And the container they mentioned, if I'm not mistaken, it should be Hisahito... Speaking of the choice of helpers..."
After laughing enough, Gojo Satoru followed their line of thought, seemingly imitating them, and considered the possibilities for future development.
Kazuma Hatori's attention gradually drifted away, completely ignoring the other person's serious analysis.
In order not to disturb others, Gojo Satoru leaned his entire upper body closer and whispered in his ear.
That's why, when the other person's lips parted, a sweet caramel aroma, accompanied by warm breath, sprayed onto his neck—it smelled like popcorn.
And those soft, light, pure white hairs, after being freed from the blindfold, obediently fell down, and with each movement, they brushed against the skin, bringing a teasing, slight itch.
From his angle, where he turned his head, one could also see the shirt collar, which he had unbuttoned two buttons because it was hot, completely exposing the delicate, pale skin of his collarbone and half of his chest, which rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing.
"…………"
Kazuma Hatori not only couldn't hear the lines being played in the movie, but he also seemed to be completely oblivious to what Satoru was saying.
His dark eyes were unfathomable, his fingertips resting on the armrest were slightly curled, and his whole heart began to stir with unease.
"……Um?"
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and noticed that Hagoromo Kazuma hadn't spoken to him for a long time, and his expression gradually became serious.
"Could it be that you've thought of some key point..."
"I want to get married soon."
Kazuma Hatori blurted it out.
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I'll try my best to make the next chapter more exciting! [heart emoji] I'm sure I'll succeed!
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Oh, by the way, while writing about Ryomen Sukuna, I remembered that I've been seeing a friend writing a novel focusing on the Sukuna/Sukuna pairing, titled "Tentacles Have Also Been to Sukuna's Stomach." The way Ryomen Sukuna is persecuted is so shocking, I couldn't resist sharing it with everyone…
The first two sentences of its description are: "The absolute power, and the loneliness that comes with it, will teach him to love—tentacles and the eggs they leave within his body."
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