Jujutsu High.
Satoru strolled in with his hands in his pockets, kicking the door open with a nonchalant air.
What met his eyes was a white operating room.
Although the walls and floor were painted a clean white, the lighting on the ceiling wasn’t particularly bright.
A woman with long brown hair and heavy dark circles under her eyes looked toward the door.
After seeing it was Satoru, she exhaled a smoke ring.
“Is something the matter, Satoru?” Satoru pulled over a chair and sat down.
“Shoko, don’t be so cold.
After all, we’ve been good friends for many years.” Shoko took another deep drag from the cigarette in her hand and said, “You don’t usually come here, but when you do, it’s rarely for anything good.
Speak up, what is it?” The smiling Satoru fell into a rare silence at this moment, slumped somewhat dejectedly in his chair.
Shoko handed him one of her cigarettes and asked, “Want a smoke?
Once you inhale this nicotine into your lungs, that stimulating sensation will spread to your brain, letting you briefly forget your worries and troubles.” Satoru waved his hand, his tone low.
“I won’t smoke.
I’ve never had the habit.
Shoko, do you believe Suguru is still alive?” Clack!
The cigarette she was holding suddenly fell to the floor, yet at this moment, neither of them seemed to notice the dropped cigarette.
After being stunned for several seconds, Shoko’s pupils refocused.
She silently lit another cigarette, but if one looked closely, they would see her right hand was trembling.
“Since you’re saying this, you must have found evidence that Suguru is still alive.
Tell me about it too.” Satoru took two deep breaths, suppressing the various memories flashing through his mind deep into his heart, and finally began his narration, “On my way back, I was attacked by Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
They are Special Grade Cursed Spirits we’ve never recorded before, and they’re very strong.” “From what I know so far, one’s ability is to manipulate wood, being able to extend branches out of thin air to attack.
After it was caught in my Domain, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit that uses fire appeared and rescued the one that uses wood.” “However, at the exact moment that fire-manipulating Special Grade Cursed Spirit appeared, I felt a chaotic, mixed fluctuation of Cursed Energy.
My Six Eyes sensed it, there’s absolutely no mistake.” “How could I possibly mistake Suguru’s Cursed Energy signature?
That unforgettable aura came from the mountain peak.
I wanted to investigate but I was held back by that fire-manipulating Special Grade Cursed Spirit.” “But I still caught a glimpse.
At the top of that hill, a figure was standing.
Because it was too far away, I couldn’t see clearly, but I saw those wide-sleeved robes Suguru loved to wear—the set he wore when he was the leader of the Star Religious Group.” If Kenjaku were to hear Satoru’s words, his heart would probably turn cold.
Satoru had actually sensed his presence in the previous battle and had even tried to pursue him.
The root of all this could be traced back to Jogo.
At that time, the changes in Jogo’s appearance and strength had shocked him, causing him to leak Cursed Energy fluctuations for a moment, which led to him being detected by Satoru.
Shoko listened to Satoru’s narration with an expressionless face throughout, as if she were hearing news of an insignificant stranger rather than a long-time friend.
But her eyes gradually became hollow.
She smoked faster and faster, one cigarette after another falling to the ground.
Soon, the entire operating room was filled with wisps of white smoke.
In the nicotine-induced dreamscape, Satoru seemed to be triggered by something.
He pulled off his blindfold, revealing blue eyes that were already rimmed with red.
“As long as there’s even a slight possibility, I won’t give up searching.
I failed Suguru, I must bring him back.” At this moment, he could no longer suppress the memories surging in his heart, as fragments of memory flashed through his mind one after another.
Every image was of the happy times he and Suguru spent at Jujutsu High.
Of them playing by the seaside.
Of them bickering with each other.
Of them teasing Utahime.
Of them fighting enemies side by side.
Of them protecting lives.
The memories kept rolling until the very end, freezing on that one dark alleyway.
His right arm completely gone, a heavily injured Suguru lay slumped in the dark alley with disheveled hair.
Satoru was expressionless but hidden beneath his eyes was a deep sorrow.
If it were possible, he wanted Suguru to come back, to become a teacher at Jujutsu High with him, to educate the youth and reform this rotten Jujutsu World together.
Unfortunately, at some unknown point, a massive rift had appeared in their ideologies.
A single wrong thought had led them thousands of miles apart.
Afterward, the two were separated for nearly ten years.
Despite not being in contact for so many years, in the hearts of both parties, they hadn’t broken off their relationship, they had simply had a fight.
Gradually unable to stand the smell of smoke, Satoru chose to activate Infinity.
Saying goodbye to the still-pensive Shoko, he stepped outside with his hands in his pockets.
He gazed at the brilliant starry sky, extending his right hand to grasp at thin air, his eyes showing a mix of nostalgia and determination.
“Suguru, this time, I will bring you back no matter what.” …
The bright sky was cloudless, mirroring the sea below.
Both were a brilliant, deep blue.
On the vibrant beach, a sun lounger was placed.
A tall man with long, red hair was currently lying on the sun lounger.
He was shirtless, with only a yellow apron wrapped around his lower half.
Moreover, if one looked closely, they would find nothing beneath the yellow apron.
But Jogo was a Cursed Spirit, so he didn’t have to worry about public indecency.
He wore a pair of sunglasses and was fiddling with a mobile phone, engrossed in the text on the screen.
He was reading a novel, he had already reached over 2,000 chapters.
He hadn’t expected that the novel he had been following in his past life would still be available in this world.
On top of that, in this world, the book wasn’t banned and the author was still uploading chapters.
The novel told the story of a peerlessly good man named Fang Yuan, who performed good deeds every day, earning everyone’s love.
As a youth, he witnessed his childhood friend being eaten by a bear and could only weep in pain.
As a young man, when his clan faced a massive crisis, the entire population was willing to sacrifice themselves for Fang Yuan to help him survive.
Seeing two children fall into a fire pit, he stomped his feet in anxiety, crying out as he tried to rescue them from the sea of flames.
In the process of constantly doing good deeds and helping others, Fang Yuan experienced many magnificent stories, but he always adhered to one word: Perseverance.
Persisting in helping others every day and helping without hesitation whenever he saw someone in crisis had become his creed in life.
Through the passage of time and the love of the people, Fang Yuan finally became a Venerable, known as the Great Love Immortal Venerable, and founded the Heaven and Earth Great Love Alliance to help all living beings.
Jogo took off his sunglasses and turned off his phone.
‘Truly worthy of being the Great Love Immortal Venerable.
Reading his journey has truly earned my respect.
It’s a pity he was envied by petty people and got banned in my previous life.’ Looking around, he found that besides himself, the only thing left on the beach was a red octopus ball floating on the sea.
Jogo grabbed Dagon, who was drifting with the waves, and kneaded him with both hands.
If nothing else, as the Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from humanity’s fear of the ocean, Dagon’s texture was truly top-notch.
Especially in his current Cursed Womb state, his tiny size made Jogo unable to put him down.
This softness that could be held just right with two hands, combined with a satisfying elasticity when squeezed, and the smooth skin, reminded Jogo of stress-relief toys.
‘Unbelievable, everyone has gone out.
I’ll go for a walk too.
While I’m at it, I’ll find a set of clothes.
I can’t keep using my old clothes as an apron.’ Jogo tossed Dagon back into the sea, and waved.
“Dagon!
I’m heading out for a bit.
Be good here in the Domain, and don’t eat anything strange.” Spitting out seawater, the octopus ball floating on the surface extended a tentacle and a voice rang out.
“Okay…
I’ll be careful…
Jogo…
you be safe too…” “Yeah, I know.
Send me out now.” As soon as he spoke, Jogo felt the scene before him change abruptly.
The blue sky and beach vanished into points of light, dissipating.
What met his eyes was a lush, green jungle.
Tall trees stood densely packed together.
Smelling the earthy air, Jogo felt refreshed.
“The air here is indeed better.
But the priority right now is to head to find some clothes.” He closed his eyes, quickly picking up the scent of humans.
Then, he dashed toward a human settlement.