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Chapter 183: For the Gene Lock, Work Hard! 6.2K
After being half asleep and half awake, I opened my eyes again and found myself in a busy street.

The pedestrians were in a hurry and didn't seem to take a second look at him who suddenly appeared on the street.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at the huge billboard on the street. It turned out to be a promotional poster for the South Africa World Cup. He chuckled softly, "South Africa World Cup, Spain's glorious moment of passing and controlling the ball!"

"It's been so many years already."

This time when he returned to The Grudge, he exchanged for 100 days, intending to use these days to work hard to extract the third-level gene lock.

If you don’t have enough qualifications, you can make up for it with time.

He was just like those scientific researchers in later generations, without a big mentor and no national project.

I can only rely on my hard work, doing experiments and collecting data, hoping that I can become an associate professor based on my qualifications.

It’s so miserable to have no talent!

This time, in order to improve the learning atmosphere, he found an apartment where Tokyo University candidates gathered and rented it for a year for 500,000 yen.

Then I went to the library and study room to experience the learning atmosphere, and after returning to my one-bedroom apartment, I locked the door.

He hung two signs above his desk.

[100 days left until the team battle with the Demons]

[How can you sleep if you haven't even reached the fourth level?!]

"If you don't push yourself to the limit, how will you know if you can do it!" he encouraged himself.

The next moment, the technique [Doctor] began.

In front of him, a black and red long knife was slashing towards his face.

When faced with a strong wind, the omen of death is infinitely magnified.

This time he did not retreat, but instead attacked back.

boom!
The shock wave formed by this energy was like a surging tsunami, raging in all directions with overwhelming force.

The two figures at the origin of the explosion bore the brunt of the impact, their bodies filled with the terrifying recoil force. The powerful force caused them to disappear from each other's sight in an instant.

Zhuang Boshi's body uncontrollably crashed into countless large trees in the forest, plowed out a long dirt road, and finally embedded itself in a rock.

"Cough cough!" He spat out two mouthfuls of blood. His bones felt like they were hit by a sledgehammer and his internal organs were completely displaced, but his expression was extremely excited.

"That's powerful, Zheng Zha!"

He teleported and appeared beside Zheng Zha. The flame in his hand condensed into a blazing white flame, and pressed down fiercely towards the figure.

"Come again!"

Twenty-four hours later, Zhuang Boshi no longer had the confidence and perseverance he had at the beginning. Instead, he looked at the ceiling with a confused look on his face.

No progress, really no progress.

He had some experience with Zheng Zha's explosions, destruction, and flame armor.

After all, Zheng Zha's skills are quite simple, and they are all of the self-destruct type.

But the gene lock was motionless, as if it was stuck there while downloading a movie.

Why? Am I the real loser with the gene lock?
Zhuang Boshi drank a can of espresso and glanced at the slogan above his desk.

[99 days left until the team battle with the Demon Team! ]

[How can you sleep if you haven't even reached the fourth level?!]

He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and crossed out the "Fourth Level" on the slogan, changing it to "Third Level".

"It's better to be down-to-earth."

Ten days later, in the room, Zhuang Boshi had grown into a muscular man over two meters tall, his head almost touching the ceiling.

His whole body was filled with explosive power.

The second-level gene lock was finally discovered.

During these ten days, Zhuang Boshi worked tirelessly, performing the technique [Doctor].

Even though he was already in the foundation-building stage, he still had dark circles under his eyes and lost a lot of hair.

Fortunately, he was able to hold on because his mind was clear, otherwise he would have had a cerebral hemorrhage and died now.

But he also understood why he couldn't learn to the fourth level.

The first is that Zheng Zha's fourth level is really immature, and the second is that his gene lock qualifications are really too poor.

Wanting to reach the fourth level is like a natural chasm blocking my way.

It depends on another opportunity.

Don’t think too much now. If you can reach level three, it will be a success.

[89 days left until the Demon Team battle! ]

[How can you sleep if you haven't even reached the third level?!] This sentence has been crossed out.

Instead, [Entering the third stage is considered a success! ]

Zhuang Boshi touched his sparse hair, sighed, and opened a can of energy drink made from the Lord God's specialty.

Ton t t, keep playing!
[Doctor] The technique begins!

The black and red long sword appeared again.

"Zheng Zha, your stinky face is almost making me vomit!"

Sixty days later, in the vice-president's office of Jujutsu High School, an office of nearly one hundred square meters.

Flowing water in the mountains, clear tea and fragrant tea were the customs of the Chinese people during the entire shogunate period.

"You are so mysterious."

"He suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared, just like a traveler from another world." Kato Jingming poured tea for the man in front of him.

"Furthermore, your appearance hasn't changed at all. Has time lost its effect on you?"

"But you don't look very good recently. Are you not getting enough sleep?"

Zhuang Boshi's dark circles revealed his fatigue. "Stop talking. I haven't slept in a long time."

"But you're not bad either, you managed to get the position of vice principal."

He held the tea to his nose, sniffed it, took a sip, and exclaimed, "Is this Jade Dew?"

"After all, you're a senior at the Jujutsu High School. You've learned to enjoy yourself."

"Mr. Zhuang also has some research on Japanese tea." Kato said leisurely and poured him tea again.

Zhuang Boshi smiled and said, "I remember you didn't like this before."

"Why, now that you're the vice-president, you're also trying to be sophisticated?"

Kato didn't answer directly, but instead lit some incense: "Perhaps it's because I'm getting older and no longer face life and death directly. I'm no longer as impetuous as I was in my youth, but instead I've begun to appreciate these cumbersome rituals that I used to despise."

Just like a person who falls in love with fishing and drinking tea in middle age, Zhuang Boshi nodded and said, "By the way, where is the Zen temple?"

Kato's hand on the incense stick froze, and his expression suddenly became very gloomy: "He's dead."

"Five years ago, shortly after you left, he died in a battle while sealing a special-grade cursed spirit."

Zhuang Boshi was silent for a long time. "Really? What a pity."

"Who says it isn't? After all, for a sorcerer, there is no such thing as death without regrets." Kato sighed, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

How could he not feel regretful? The pillar that was supposed to revive the Zen family had collapsed, while the civilian sorcerer who didn't have any high ideals was just trying to live in peace.

That noble and proud man eventually died in the battle with the cursed spirit.

Zhuang Boshi was silent for a while, then he said, "I came here mainly to visit an old friend."

"Then I want to visit the three great families and learn how to make some cursed tools."

"Finally, could you tell me about Sukuna's other fingers?"

Seeing that his old friend finally talked about serious matters, Kato quickly calmed down.

But when he heard Sukuna's name, his face turned bad again: "I can help contact the three great families."

"But Sukuna, why are you looking for Sukuna's finger?"

More than a decade ago, the fear brought by Sukuna still made him feel creepy. Even when he woke up in the middle of the night, the severe pain in his waist reminded him how lucky he was to be alive.

Zhuang Boshi said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I just missed him and wanted to see this 'old friend'."

"What?!!"

Kato's eyes were filled with horror. He stood up suddenly and pointed at Zhuang Boshi, saying, "You, want to resurrect him?!"

Zhuang Boshi took a sip of tea and said, "Don't be nervous. It's just Sukuna. I won't give him a chance to cause trouble for you."

"Besides, don't you want to solve this trouble once and for all?"

Think about it, why don’t you think about it?

Ever since the Battle of Shinjuku that year, Sukuna's fingers have become hard currency, circulating among some cursed spirits and curse casters.

The top leaders of the Curse Association were terrified every day, fearing that the horrific accident that destroyed half of the city would happen again.

If Sukuna's finger could be truly destroyed, the association's top leaders would probably have to kneel down and kowtow.

"Can I ask why?" Kato still stood there, thinking for a long time, and finally uttered this sentence.

Zhuang Boshi explained, "We encountered a 'demon' organization in Africa founded by a group of top-level cursed spirits, and we are preparing to go to war with them."

"However, they are not easy to deal with, so I would like to communicate with Sukuna."

This time I came back, one of my goals was to unlock the gene lock during the liver class.

The second is to dig out Sukuna and see if you can learn all the in-depth changes of Sukuna's other skills.

It's a pity that Megumi Fushiguro is still too young and hasn't even awakened his technique. Otherwise, if he takes on the incarnation of Fushiguro and fights Sukuna, he might be able to unlock the Hollow.

Of course, although he considered feeding Gojo Satoru twenty fingers, he rejected the idea.

It's too easy to flip over.

No bottom line + six eyes + slash, I'm afraid Sukuna will figure out the space slash in the next second and cut him into two pieces.

"How can there be such an organization whose members are all special-grade cursed spirits?" Kato's face was full of disbelief.

It's not his fault. After all, there has never been such an organization in the history of the magic world.

Even if special-grade cursed spirits have intelligence, they are still full of malice towards living people.

How could he have set up an organization if he only knew how to wreak havoc? Did he even want to run for prime minister?

However, he did not want to doubt Zhuang Boshi's excuse. After all, this group of people was too mysterious and did not operate in Japan.

If Sukuna can be dealt with, it would indeed be a very good deal.

"I know the whereabouts of several fingers. They are sealed in the Three Great Families." Kato said carefully, "The current head of the Zenin family is Zenin Naohito. I have a slight acquaintance with him."

Zhuang Boshi smiled. The Japanese were inherently cautious, but he didn't mind. "Of course, we will go with you and offer our sincere tributes to Jingyi."

"By the way, as a friend, I have to remind you." The curse pattern on Zhuang Boshi's forehead flickered slightly: "Your health is not very good. That wound has seriously affected your health."

Kato smiled bitterly: "It's an old injury that damaged his internal organs and vitality. It's lucky that he can keep his life."

"Really?" Zhuang Boshi took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes as bright as the sky.

"You, you, you—" Kato pointed at the eyes and froze, looking as if he had seen a ghost. "You have to keep the matter of these eyes a secret. I'm not from the Gojo family anyway." Zhuang Boshi waved his hand.

"As for your injury, I just happened to have a new ability recently."

"How about, let me give it a try?"

Inside the gymnasium of Jujutsu High School, two figures were rapidly crossing each other's paths, the basketball constantly switching between their hands.

The black-haired figure took a cross step from the left, broke through the white-haired boy's defense, and jumped high.

With a "swish", the basketball went into the net!

After finishing his jump shot, Geto Suguru's breathing was a little heavy and his feet landed steadily on the ground.

Playing a game of basketball with my friends is even more tiring than removing a second-level curse spirit.

"Jie, your shooting posture is so handsome. If I were a girl, I would definitely fall in love with you." The white-haired boy looked at Geto Suguru with an infatuated look on his face.

"Satoru, you're exaggerating." Geto Suguru picked up the basketball and said helplessly to Gojo Satoru who was lying on the ground.

"But I won this game." Geto Suguru pointed to the numbers on the scoreboard and said with a smile.

16: 17.

Gojo Satoru was petrified when he saw the score, and then he muttered, "I could have stopped you just now." "I just didn't pay attention to the score."

Then he rolled over several times on the basketball court floor like a salted fish.

"It's a narrow loss, ahhh, what a pity!"

Geto was used to Gojo Satoru's theatrical personality, so he turned to ask Ieiri Shoko, who was recording the score: "Where's Mr. Yaga? Didn't he say he was looking for us?"

"It seems like Vice Principal Kato called them over." Ieiri Naoko looked discouraged. "Maybe there's another mission for us."

Is that Mr. Kato?

Geto Summer Oil looked thoughtful.

As his guardian after he was ten years old, Geto Suguru respected Kato Kageaki very much and had long regarded him as a father in his heart.

But he has not been in good health recently and has not dealt with school affairs for a long time.

Why did I call Teacher Ye Moth today out of the ordinary?

"Ah, what a nasty adult!" Gojo Satoru somersaulted to his feet and said to Geto Suguru, "You like to throw trivial chores to high school students who don't even have criminal skills, while you sit in your office drinking tea."

Ieiri Naoko rolled her dead fish eyes weakly: "Then why don't you refuse? I'm really exhausted if I team up with you guys."

"Because we are the strongest!" Gojo Satoru showed his snow-white teeth, put his arm around Geto Suguru's shoulders, and said confidently.

Xia Yujie looked at his friend with amusement: "Satoru, are you still looking for that person?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly rubbed his white hair in annoyance. "That's right. Since appearing once in Tokyo five years ago, it seems he hasn't appeared in Japan again."

"I can't find it no matter what I do. I asked Principal Kato, but he couldn't give me an answer."

Gojo Satoru only told this secret to two teammates in the technical high school, and did not even tell Yaga Masamichi.

Geto Suguru sighed, "The same six eyes? It's still incredible when I think about it now."

"If you hadn't said it to me so seriously, I would have thought you were joking."

"Is it possible that there are two pairs of six eyes in the world at the same time?"

According to historical records, the Six Eyes appear once every five hundred years.

There has never been a case of the same era occurring twice, and the difference is only a dozen years.

He had also seen that man from a distance.

I am still deeply impressed by it. The eyes behind the sunglasses seemed to be able to see through me in an instant.

Gojo Satoru squatted on the ground and said helplessly: "Yes, although he is a bad adult, he has the same eyes as me."

"So I went back and asked the old man at home, and he scolded me severely."

Gojo Satoru remembered it vividly. He ran home in a hurry and asked his old man in sweat.

"Am I your biological son?"

Did my biological father betray the Gojo family in his early years and be expelled from the family?

Gojo Satoru now remembers that the usually serious man, Gojo Ken, suddenly turned red in the face and slapped himself.

Finally, they hung him up and said a few words to him.

The first sentence is, you are my son.

The second sentence is that it is impossible for a second pair of six eyes to exist in the world.

"If he hadn't given me this gift, I would have been afraid that I was dreaming." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and placed them in his palm, looking at it carefully.

"These sunglasses?" Ieiri Naoko also squatted down and looked carefully, then said, "Didn't you have those curse tool masters check them?"

"It's precisely because I've checked that I'm even more confused."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair until it looked like a chicken coop. "This is just a simple pair of sunglasses. Wearing this pair of sunglasses can help me filter out more than 99.99% of the cluttered information."

"But it's not a cursed tool, nor some other weird thing."

"The material is difficult to identify, and the principle is difficult to decipher. My family has searched countless cutting-edge laboratories over the years and still hasn't been able to replicate it."

"It's not something that could be made in this world."

Although Gojo Satoru is studying in a technical college, he is a doctoral student in mathematics and physics and is not an old-fashioned person who knows nothing about modern technology.

Even America’s cutting-edge laboratories can’t analyze it. Could it be that these sunglasses were made by aliens?
Gojo Satoru suddenly felt someone's gaze on him and immediately looked outside, but there was no one there.

"What's wrong, Wu?" Geto Suguru also looked over.

"Nothing. Nothing, I guess." Gojo Satoru thought thoughtfully.

In front of the glass window of the college library, Zhuang Boshi withdrew his gaze.

Just now, I just took a look from a distance with my super eyesight and was discovered by the white-haired boy.

Kato Zhongchu smiled and said, "Don't forget that this guy also has six eyes. His observation ability is still very sharp."

His long-standing illness was cured overnight, and his face was rosy as if he had returned to his twenties.

Ye Mo Zhengdao sat upright beside him, not knowing why the vice-principal had called him over.

"He seems quite annoying to me," said Zhuang Boshi.

As a bizarre existence in the anime world, the white-haired teacher was the only one treated as a human being by Toranoana, Otsutsuki and his good friend Gosho.

Few people in the entire decent faction treat him as a human being. They all regard him as an invincible monster.

It's simply outrageous.

With this kind of experience and treatment, coupled with his invincible personality, Gojo Satoru did not go crazy and want to destroy the world, nor did he have an epiphany and want to make the world feel pain.

I just like to play pranks occasionally. I can only say that my mentality is too strong.

It's comparable to Naruto who was hit by Kotoamatsukami.

Kato also came back and sat down at the desk. He smiled and asked, "Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Forget it, forget it. I did tease him before. If we meet, he might chase me and fight me." Zhuang Boshi answered while flipping through the documents.

"Tsk tsk, why didn't you show me this good stuff last time you came?"

Seeing Zhuang Boshi flipping through the book without any care, Kato said distressedly: "Be careful, this time I'm giving you some of the most important and rare books in the world of curse."

"It's a secret among secrets."

"Anyone who destroys these books here will surely incur the collective hostility of the magic community!"

The words have not yet fallen.

boom--

The huge floor-to-ceiling window exploded with a loud bang, and among countless papers flying, a white-haired young man floated in the air, staring at Zhuang Boshi with great excitement and impulsiveness.

"Finally, finally, I found you!"

Kato and Yega Zhengmichi stared blankly at the papers flying all over the sky, and were speechless for a moment.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the lawless Gojo Satoru floating in the air, and immediately stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.

What a naughty kid! He always disturbs him when he is reading.

He turned to Kato and said, "I'm sorry, although this is not my responsibility. But don't worry, I will definitely double the compensation."

Then, he took off his sunglasses, and the inscription on his forehead flickered slightly, and also floated in front of Gojo Satoru.

Zhuang Boshi looked at Gojo Satoru and asked curiously, "I shouldn't have left any traces, so how did you find me?"

"It's Canhui! You entered the technical high school through the main gate." Gojo Satoru looked at the pair of eyes that looked exactly like his own and became even more excited: "Let's have a fight!"

Hmm. It seems that I have been in the main god space all the time and have forgotten that I am actually a sorcerer.

Zhuang Boshi smiled and said, "Ah, when did you become such a martial arts fanatic?"

"Gojo Satoru, you're not as cute as you were when you were little. Back then you used to call me—"

"Shut up!"

A burst of azure blue light came directly towards Zhuang Boshi's face.

The technique contained enormous energy, but it passed directly through the body of the man in front of him without even causing a ripple.

"what?!"

Before Wu Tiao could react, Zhuang Boshi had already patted him on the back.

It was just a light tap, but it contained tremendous power, knocking it down from the air and smashing it into the ground, creating a deep pit.

"What kind of technique is that that can ignore my low standards?" Despite the severe pain in his body, Gojo Satoru immediately jumped up again and rushed to Zhuang Boshi to question him.

"This impolite kid has no bottom line, but he is not invincible. Spell tools or space spells that are immune to cursed energy can break through his defense. Don't rely too much on this spell." Zhuang Boshi reminded him kindly.

Gojo Satoru didn't hear anything at all and became even more excited.

He is an unparalleled fighting genius.

Even though the two of them only used one move just now, he realized that even after six years, there was still no difference from when they were children.

The man in front of me can still defeat me easily in a playful way.

How strong is he!
Then, the second bolt of lightning gathered in his hand, and was about to hit him.

Zhuang Boshi saw that something was wrong and Kato's face was as hard as iron.

He quickly said, "Look around carefully, this is your school!"

"Do you really have to fight here?"

After saying that, without even looking around, he flew high up with a gust of wind.

"Wait! Don't run!"

Gojo Satoru was about to call out to the man in front of him when he heard a hysterical roar from the ground.

"Gojo Satoru! Get down here and see what you've done!!!"

　The match was awful to watch, so I won't say anything more. I won't include the spells in the main story, as it's too long-winded, so I'll put them in the sequel.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)