In a dense forest, a figure moved at high speed, weaving through the trees as it rushed toward its predetermined destination.
Jogo nimbly dodged the trees flashing by in front of him.
Just then, he felt something suddenly appear on top of his head—some object pressing down on him.
Sensing the weight on his head, his expression changed drastically.
This thing had appeared too suddenly, he hadn’t even been able to sense it.
Instinctively assuming it was an enemy attack, he quickly reached up and grabbed, pulling down a bright green hat.
Jogo: “…” He let out a sigh of relief.
So it was the Forgiveness Hat.
This thing could actually return automatically, it scared the hell out of him.
The moment his eyes made contact with the Forgiveness Hat, a system notification sounded in his mind.
[Ding!
The Forgiveness Hat has only one use remaining.
The cooldown before the next use is 30 days.
Please use it with caution, Host.] Upon hearing this, Jogo’s face immediately darkened.
So I didn’t get the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, but instead drew this thing, and in the end, I can only use it twice.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered that back in his past life, whenever he played gacha games, it was exactly like this: every ten-pull would never result in a legendary, he could only rely on the pity system, and even the pity pull would be off-banner.
“What a disaster.
My terrible luck from my past life has actually followed me into this one.” Jogo sat on the ground, holding the ‘Forgiveness Hat’, feeling sorrowful and despondent.
At the mere thought of missing out on the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, Jogo felt a sharp, intermittent pain in his heart, as if he had let a great opportunity slip through his fingers.
But what was missed was missed, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He could only continue walking forward.
Not long after, as if touching an invisible boundary, the scene before Jogo suddenly shifted, transforming from a dense jungle into a beach.
He smiled.
At this moment, he finally relaxed his taut nerves and collapsed onto the sand.
Feeling the grainy friction against his skin, his heart was filled with relief.
The psychological pressure of battling Satoru was simply immense.
One slight misstep could lead to his immediate death.
In truth, he had an opportunity to kill Satoru back then.
After all, Satoru was under the effect of the Forgiveness Hat at the time, only able to weep and beg for forgiveness, incapable of any resistance.
But he did not dare to gamble in the end.
Satoru had refused his request and would not turn off his Infinity, which immediately raised Jogo’s guard.
Once he activated his domain, Coffin of the Iron Mountain, he would be unable to continue using his Cursed Technique.
If Jujutsu High had reinforcements on the way, he would be finished.
Actually, there was another way to bypass Satoru’s Infinity: using Domain Amplification to neutralize his Cursed Technique, thereby allowing him to attack his physical body.
But the biggest problem was that Jogo did not know how to use it.
After transmigrating into this body, the memories left behind by the original Jogo were simply too sparse.
With only that little bit of memory, he could only learn how to precisely control Cursed Energy and use his Cursed Technique.
There was almost nothing else.
Sensing a ripple in his domain, a small, red octopus-like creature pounced straight onto Jogo’s face.
“Jogo…
you’re finally back…
no one would play with me…
Mahito…
Hanami…
they all went out…
I don’t want to play with Geto…” Jogo peeled Dagon off his face and rubbed him affectionately.
“That really is pitiful for you, stuck in the sea all alone with no one to play with.
Well then, let me play with you properly.” Hearing this, Dagon jumped three feet high in excitement.
Although he did not move his mouth, he continuously emitted a voice.
“Yay…
Jogo is playing with me…
this is so great…” Watching Dagon so happy, a relaxed smile appeared on Jogo’s face.
This was one of the few beings he could trust in this perilous Jujutsu World.
Within the family of the Disaster Curses, Hanami was like a mother, taking care of the other Cursed Spirits.
Mahito was like a somewhat rebellious eldest son.
Although he valued family, he often ignored the advice of others and preferred to act independently.
Because Dagon was still in a Cursed Womb state and immature in mind, he looked like a babbling toddler, needing care from others.
Thinking of the tragic ending of the Disaster Curses in the original work, Jogo silently promised in his heart that he would absolutely not repeat the same mistakes.
In the original series, Hanami was crushed into pulp by Satoru, leaving no remains.
Jogo was burned to charcoal by his own specialty, flames, during his battle with the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.
Mahito went through a brutal beatdown during the Shibuya Incident and was ultimately absorbed by the arriving Kenjaku using Cursed Spirit Manipulation while heavily wounded.
Dagon evolved into a Cursed Spirit after learning of Hanami’s death, taking on four opponents at once, and was finally pierced through the head by the Sorcerer Killer, Fushiguro Toji, using the Special Grade Cursed Tool, Playful Cloud.
Since I have come to this world and possess a system, I will definitely be able to reach the pinnacle of this world and be able to protect you all.
Jogo firmed up this resolve in his heart.
For some reason, he suddenly felt his entire body become lighter, as if something had vanished from him.
The system’s notification rang in his mind, causing Jogo’s body to tremble.
[Ding!
Detected that the original owner’s residual soul has completely dissipated and fully merged with the host.
Your soul power has increased by 20%] So the original Jogo wasn’t completely gone after all.
Did he only die completely after learning that I had made such a resolution?
Jogo had to admit that the original Jogo had truly given everything for the Cursed Spirits, even sacrificing his own life in the end.
‘Rest assured, I will help you lead the Cursed Spirits to the pinnacle.
You can depart in peace.’ Although he was a human in his past life, he had now transformed into a Cursed Spirit and stood on the complete opposite side of humanity.
Naturally, he could no longer consider being soft-hearted towards humans.
After all, if given the chance, humans would surely be eager to eliminate him and would never pass up an opportunity to kill him.
Just as Jogo was lost in thought, Dagon extended his tentacles and wrapped them all around him in an embrace.
“Jogo…
stop spacing out…
come play with me.” “Alright, alright, I’m coming to play with you.” Jogo grabbed Dagon and weighed him in his hands twice.
He assumed a pitching stance, and explained, “Next, we’re going to play a ball-tossing game.
I’ll throw you, and you have to come back within ten seconds, otherwise you lose.
Here you go.” As Dagon flew straight out, he let out a shout, flying toward the distant sea like a cannonball fired from its chamber.