Looking at the “Congratulations” prompt issued by the system, Jogo’s face turned ash-gray.
He wanted to increase his combat power as much as possible, yet you tell me that the lucky spin gave him an entrance effect?
“Sigh…
perhaps this is fate.
Oh well, an entrance effect it is.” Jogo exited his mind, lying somewhat melancholically on the golden beach, feeling as though his future was completely dark.
‘System, tell me, can I trigger the Super Cool Entrance Effect now?
I want to see just how cool it is to be dubbed ‘Super Cool’ by you.’ [Ding!
This is an entrance effect.
It cannot be triggered outside of combat scenarios, and can only be triggered when the host participates in battle.] After some time, a somewhat flippant, youthful voice sounded in his ear.
“Yo, isn’t this our Cursed Spirit, the strongest in history, who single-handedly beat up Ryomen Sukuna?
I’ve always admired you.
Shake my hand, oh greatest Cursed Spirit in history.” Jogo opened his eyes, annoyed.
Who was disturbing his sleep?
Didn’t they know he was sunbathing?
And using that sarcastic tone—he didn’t even need to think to know who it was.
Sure enough, what came into view was a man over 1.8 meters tall, with long blue hair reaching his waist.
His face was covered in stitch lines, and his skin was a deathly gray-white.
Seeing that Jogo had no reaction, Mahito simply squatted down, threw an arm around his shoulder, and said with a grin, “Oh my, greatest Cursed Spirit in history, don’t ignore me like that.
Do even the strong act like big shots?” A smack landed on Mahito’s face, sending his body soaring into the air, spinning rapidly.
After countless spins in mid-air, he landed unsteadily on the ground, his cheek, having taken the massive smack, already sunken in.
Even after being slapped, Mahito wasn’t the least bit angry.
This was just how they played.
It seemed the Jogo who loved slapping faces back and forth had returned.
In the very next moment, he felt the world spinning, and then he saw his own headless body still standing straight.
Damn, my head actually got knocked off!
Just then, a voice sounded nearby, accompanied by the crunching sound of feet walking across the sand.
“Jogo, Mahito, you two are playing this slapping game again.
Can you be a bit more mature?
Especially you, Mahito, your head has been slapped off by Jogo.” Mahito picked up the head that had fallen onto the sand and pouted.
“What’s the big deal?
I’ve tried things way worse than this.
It’s just a detached head, look at how you’re making such a fuss.” Hanami, over two meters tall and muscular, shook their head, feeling completely helpless against Mahito, who was full of childish whims.
Jogo flipped into the sea, and before long, he climbed back out carrying a red octopus ball, rubbing the very elastic Dagon while saying, “The Disaster Curses haven’t had a complete gathering like this for a long time.
Before, we were all doing our own thing.
Oh right, where’s Geto?
Where did he run off to?” Hanami crossed their arms.
Even though their mouth didn’t move at all, that voice still rang out.
“Geto?
It seems he went out again.
No one knows where he went.” “Is that so.
Mahito, come here for a second, I want to tell you a secret.” Jogo leaned into Mahito’s ear and whispered something.
Mahito’s eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together like a fly about to dine.
“For real?!
If you say so, then I’m definitely in.” Jogo wore a strange smile and gave Mahito a thumbs up.
“Guaranteed.” Having received Jogo’s guarantee, Mahito steeled his heart, struck a boxing pose, and said to Hanami, “I’ve been itching for a fight lately.
Come on, Hanami!
Let’s duel!
Take this!” As he spoke, his arm stretched out rapidly and a fist cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, smashing straight toward Hanami’s face.
Hanami was a bit dumbfounded, raising their hand to summon wooden branches to block Mahito’s incoming fist.
“Mahito, what are you doing?
What on earth did Jogo tell you to make you hit me?” A wild arc curved onto Mahito’s lips as he threw punch after punch, tentacles erupting from his back.
“He’s going to show me something super cool later, but I have to fight you first.
You’ll understand when you see it later.
Come on.
Let’s have a good fight.
Anyway, you can’t kill me.” Hanami’s eye twitched.
They decided to teach Mahito a good lesson.
They knew Mahito couldn’t be killed, so they simply went all out.
Countless wooden branches erupted from the beach beneath their feet and lunged at Mahito.
Mahito responded in kind, his fists bombarding like a rainstorm, his body shifting into various shapes to dodge the wooden branches constantly attacking him.
In the very next moment, a voice resonated across the entire space.
“Stop, all of you!
I have arrived!” Feeling the change in the aura, Hanami and Mahito both looked up simultaneously.
Upon seeing the scene above, they were both stunned into silence.
Looking at the apocalyptic scene above, Hanami took two steps back, murmuring in disbelief, “This…
what is this thing…” Mahito was also murmuring to himself, but there wasn’t the slightest bit of fear on his face.
Instead, it was unparalleled excitement, his eyes seemingly sparkling with stars.
“Holy crap!
Is this the cool thing you were talking about, Jogo?
It’s freaking cool!”