After browsing the three options, Jogo excluded Option 1 almost instantly.
In any case, he would not choose to be an enemy of Satoru tonight.
Not only would he get a beating, but he would also be severely injured, taking a long time to recover.
Moreover, if Satoru didn’t control his strength well and caused the original plot to change, he might even die.
Although the reward of having his Cursed Technique slightly enhanced was somewhat tempting, compared to his life, it didn’t seem that important.
‘Can I choose multiple?’ [Yes.] ‘Then I choose the second option and the third option.’ Jogo gave the bewildered Kenjaku the middle finger and shook his head disdainfully.
His huge single eye was filled with contempt as he said, “Forget it, I’ve decided to let Gojo go for now.
I’ll find a chance to fight him later.
Besides, I don’t want to listen to the orders of a parasite.” Kenjaku’s expression changed.
It wasn’t because Jogo had refused his order, but because the other party had said “parasite.” As an old thing who had lived for a thousand years, Kenjaku’s mind immediately began to race, and murderous intent faintly spread in his eyes.
Jogo just alluded to me as a parasite.
Could it be that he discovered my identity?
Was it Mahito who discovered it?
No, that shouldn’t be it.
After all, I possessed a body.
What is currently exposed is the body of the Special Grade Sorcerer Geto Suguru.
They have no reason to have discovered me.
Thinking of this, he put on a fake smile.
The Cursed Energy within his body had already begun to circulate constantly, ready to unleash gravity and Cursed Spirit Manipulation at any moment to take Jogo down in one go.
“Your words are still as unpleasant as ever.
You just called me a parasite, what does that mean?” Jogo’s heart tightened.
This old thing really did find something amiss.
However, he had already thought of an excuse.
Still putting on a disdainful attitude, he said, “Don’t you have any self-awareness?
You are a human, yet you mingle with our team of Cursed Spirits.
Isn’t that a parasite?” These words caused the heavy stone in Kenjaku’s heart to drop.
So “parasite” referred to the relationship between humans and Cursed Spirits.
It seems they haven’t discovered my identity.
“Jogo, you are joking.
Aren’t we in a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship?
We shouldn’t be infighting like this.
Only by working together can we create an era that belongs to the Cursed Spirits.” Kenjaku’s words were always effective.
Whenever Jogo got angry, he would use the promise of “creating an era for Cursed Spirits” as bait to reel it in.
The Jogo from the original story bought into this, stubbornly enduring beating after beating.
Now, Kenjaku saying this was undoubtedly giving Jogo a way out.
He took the opportunity to step down and crossed his arms.
“You’re sensible enough.
But that is a fact, only by working together can we create an era that belongs to the Cursed Spirits.” “A hundred years from now, it doesn’t have to be me laughing on the wasteland.
As long as Cursed Spirits can have a place to live and become the new humans, I will have no regrets.” Although he said that, Jogo did not think so at all in his heart.
The Jogo in the original story truly embodied this philosophy and held onto it until his death, spending his whole life devoted to ensuring Cursed Spirits could stand proudly in the world.
But now, the soul occupying this body was not one with the great ideal of restoring the glory of Cursed Spirits.
He just wanted to survive in this world, and had no noble thoughts of leading the Cursed Spirits to glory.
Seeing Jogo take the step down, Kenjaku was quite satisfied and soon left the place.
[Ding!
Congratulations on completing Options Two and Three.
Reward obtained: Appearance Modification Opportunity x1, Total Cursed Energy increased by 20%] Jogo felt a surge of brand-new Cursed Energy gushing from within his body, immediately pouring into his original Cursed Energy reserve and merging perfectly.
But what he cared about most right now was not the increase in Cursed Energy, but the other reward.
[Appearance Modification Opportunity: You can freely choose a brand-new appearance, which will be permanently set.
Unless a second Appearance Modification Opportunity is used or other means are employed, it will be difficult to change.] Jogo’s pupil contracted, and his heart thumped uncontrollably.
This was exactly the reward he wanted most right now.
The increase in strength was secondary.
After all, no one in the Jujutsu World could threaten him in the short term, and according to the plot, his appearance was still to come.
The key was that his image was just too ugly.
Not only was he only 1.4 meters tall, but he also had a single eye, and there were three large holes where the head and ears should be.
His skin was blue all over.
At best, it could be considered a smaller version of an Avatar.
Having been a human in his past life, Jogo naturally couldn’t accept this image, but was helpless to change it.
He had thought about changing his appearance through Mahito’s Idle Transfiguration, but was told by Mahito that the principle of Idle Transfiguration was to distort the body by influencing the soul.
In other words, to have the body changed by Mahito, one had to first endure immense pain in the soul, and it was very likely to cause other deformities.
Using Idle Transfiguration, only Mahito, as the caster, could remain unaffected by side effects.
Everyone else would inevitably end up distorted to some degree.
Unexpectedly, the system had now given him the opportunity to change his appearance.
How could Jogo not be excited?
[Do you want to use the Appearance Modification Opportunity immediately?] ‘Use.’ [Please feel free to choose face shape, facial features, hair color, etc.] A blue data panel popped up, displaying a body, with various options for colors and facial features on the side.
‘Wait, why can’t I adjust the number of eyes?!’ Jogo discovered that no matter how he selected the eyes, it seemed he could only choose a single one.
[Ding, the single eye is a feature of this character and cannot be changed.
Please accept this, host.] Jogo: “…” Since that was the case, the appearance of a certain character had already appeared in his mind, and he immediately started crafting it.
After carefully selecting for a while, Jogo nodded with satisfaction and clicked confirm.
A light enveloped Jogo’s short body, and his body began to change constantly within this light.
When the light dissipated, Jogo opened his eye and looked at his body excitedly.
A pair of slender hands appeared in his field of vision, along with that perfectly proportioned human body with neatly arranged muscles.
He hurried to a pond and saw his face reflected in the water.
It was a face that exuded dominance, with a chiseled chin, an enormous golden pupil occupying the upper half of the face, and red hair that reached almost to his waist.
This red hair was a color Jogo had specifically chosen to correspond with his Cursed Technique, adding a touch of domineering aura.
Combined with his height of nearly two meters, what met the eye was a strong, blue humanoid creature.
[Note: For the appearance, please refer to Boros from One Punch Man.] Three minutes later.
“Oh, not bad.
It seems that you have finally seen the light, Jogo.
Speaking of which, how did you change your appearance?
I remember your Cursed Technique doesn’t seem to have the function of allowing you to change your body shape, right?” Mahito circled around the now-transformed Jogo, looking left and right, occasionally letting out a few exclamations.
Jogo grabbed Mahito’s shoulder, his expression somewhat serious.
“Mahito, later if Geto or Hanami ask about it, just say you used Idle Transfiguration to help me change my body shape, understand?” Mahito was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
He wasn’t very curious about how Jogo had become like this, but rather curious about how he had thought of such a cool look.
After all, in Mahito’s impression, Jogo had always been a short-tempered small potato.
Now that he had suddenly become as handsome as him, he couldn’t adapt for a moment.
What really struck a chord with Mahito was Jogo’s red hair, which fluttered in the breeze.
Jogo looked around and picked up the constantly wriggling octopus ball on the ground, Dagon, and while kneading him, asked, “Strange, where are Hanami and Geto?
Why can’t I see them?
Did they go out?” Mahito was a bit puzzled and leaned his face, full of stitches, very close.
“Don’t you know?
Because you refused to go intercept Gojo, Hanami volunteered to take on this mission and has already left with Geto.” Jogo: “???”