Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

The two walked to the entrance of the underground vault, where a layer of pitch-black barrier enveloped the entire entrance.

The black pupils of the future instantly transformed into the shape of a kaleidoscope.

They sensed the terrifying curse power that flashed by in an instant.

At that moment, Naobi, a first-level mage, also felt a tremor from the depths of his soul.

A short while later, a door-shaped passage opened up inside the black barrier.

At the other end of the passage, only Zenji Hisashi, on the right, remained, bowing respectfully as he waited.

In the future, he stepped in with an indifferent expression, his scarlet eyes scanning everything inside the barrier.

That cold gaze seemed to pierce through the thick rock walls and the underground entrance covered by cursed power; everything seemed to have nowhere to hide.

The three arrived at the room on the first floor where the spell tools were kept. Mirai Chaozhenyuan coldly instructed, "Tomorrow, you will personally deliver the experience information on the Ten Shadows Technique to Gojo Satoru at the High School."

"Take another 60 million in cash and hand it over to Mingming of the college in person."

"Yes!"

They handed over the Zen family's most prized possession to the rival Gojo family...

Zenji Shou agreed to such an outrageous order without hesitation.

After retrieving the information on the Ten Shadow Technique from the spell tool storehouse, Zenji Hisashi turned and left the barrier.

He still needed to go outside to ask Shen Yi for cash, and then wait for dawn to set off for the college.

This execution speed is not an exception.

Over the past ten years...

Those sorcerers who still live in Zen temples today have long since become the shape of the future.

"Old man, come with me."

"From now on, you will be in charge of the work on the second basement level."

As she spoke softly, she walked to the entrance of the second basement level and knocked on the black barrier covering the door.

Within the Forbidden Treasury, each layer of the underground is enclosed by a barrier.

Its defensive capabilities are not very strong; it serves more as an early warning system.

After all, there are very few skilled barrier sorcerers in the entire world of sorcery, not to mention the Zen family.

And what the future will remember is only the brain's glitter, the tangible result of its own actions.

Hi~ Hi~

"It's here! The cursed spirits arrived so quickly this time?"

A rather cheerful voice came from the open barrier on the second underground level.

She has a golden, crooked ponytail and three pinkish-purple triangle marks under each eye.

"Guards, bring the curse master Shigemitsu Haruta!"

Chapter 29 Cursed Spirit Hell

The full moon hangs high.

The vocational college, the little house of the moth of the righteous path.

The burning candlelight crackled and hissed, its orange-yellow glow dispelling the darkness of the room.

Sitting amidst a pile of dolls, the moth was knitting with a serious expression.

Shoko, dressed as a doctor, frowned, glanced at the time on her watch, and muttered coldly:

"I reminded you, you should have notified that scum an hour earlier."

Moth, mending the doll in her hands, replied without looking up, "I gave you half an hour's notice."

"It can only be said that his habit of being late is getting worse and worse."

Glass: "Late stage, beyond cure."

Squeak!

Just as the two were teasing him, Gojo Satoru arrived late, bathed in moonlight.

"Sorry, sorry."

"I didn't expect someone as busy as you to be here, Shoko."

He said sorry, but with his hands in his pockets and an arrogant attitude, he showed absolutely no remorse.

"Too slow, Gosho!"

Moth put down her needlework and said seriously, "I haven't settled the score with you for the destruction of the residential area yet!"

"Alright, it's just two or three houses."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, "Same as always, just deduct it from my salary."

Before the moth could lash out, Gojo Satoru turned to Shoko and asked, "Did something happen that made you, such a busy person, stay behind to wait for me?"

"Principal Moth has already told me about your analysis of White Zetsu."

Shoko frowned and lit a cigarette: "Your analysis is correct, we dissected that cursed spirit's body..."

"Perhaps it shouldn't be described as a cursed spirit..."

"Just like you said, he's more like a walking corpse wrapped in cursed power."

"Dissection?"

Gojo Satoru frowned.

Moth spoke up at the opportune moment, recounting what had happened after Gojo Satoru left during the day.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing across his face: "I checked with my Six Eyes, and that white thing isn't a puppet being controlled by magic."

"And it even has the ability to communicate, could it be some kind of new breed?"

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, looking thoughtful: "Otherwise... besides cursed spirits, are there ghosts and monsters in this world?"

"Resurrection?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The moth cried out in rebuke.

If even ghosts and monsters started appearing, the world would have been doomed long ago.

"Shoko...you didn't actually believe that, did you?!"

Moth looked at Glass, who was deep in thought, and asked in surprise.

"I don't think what Wu Tiao said is necessarily wrong."

At this moment, not only Yamo, but even Gojo Satoru showed a hint of surprise on his face.

Shoko took a deep drag on her cigarette, her tone grave: "Actually, when you arrived today..."

"That cursed spirit is already dead."

"what?!"

Moth's expression changed drastically, and the contortion on her face pushed her sunglasses off.

"He's already dead?!"

"Do you even know what you're saying?!"

The moth widened its eyes and asked loudly.

Once the cursed spirit is confirmed dead, its physical body will turn into powder and dissipate.

This kind of common sense has never been an exception since thousands of years ago.

No matter how powerful the cursed spirit is, it cannot escape its fate!

"Mob?"

"Shoku, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, equally incredulous.

Upon hearing this, Shoko's face instantly darkened: "Who do you think you're talking to?"

Leaving aside the issue of strength...

On matters concerning the medical field, the doubts on their faces were a blatant insult to Shoko.

Moth quickly concealed the shock on her face and said, "Shoko, Satoru and I didn't mean that, it's just that this is too unbelievable."

Shoko waved her hand: "I didn't say anything in the medical room during the day because I didn't want the students, especially Maki, to hear it."

"With just the first incision, I was basically certain of what that thing was..."

"After that, I made a very small incision in its brain and heart area."

"Even a level one curse spirit has absolutely no chance of survival."

"Besides, that guy is at most only level three."

Moth picked up her sunglasses from the floor, calming herself slightly: "Then what my future teacher said before leaving was correct..."

Shoko exhaled a puff of smoke and murmured softly, "Who knows..."

.......

The Zen temple residence has a two-story underground storeroom.

Naobi looked at the terrified curse master before him, but remained calm.

This guy is usually at the entrance to the second layer of the barrier, where he's responsible for receiving the cursed spirits they capture alive.

Despite his seemingly simple and petite appearance, he actually embodies the quintessential bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong.

If there are seriously injured or weak sorcerers in the escort team, this guy might even launch a surprise attack!

He had no ulterior motives; he only wanted to slaughter those weaker than himself.