Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

The corridor of the VIP area on the second floor is covered with a thick scarlet carpet, which makes no sound when you step on it.

Lynn led Shunping as they stepped onto the last step.

The owners of those piercing gazes had, quite "coincidentally," blocked their only path.

They were four men wearing dark patterned haori hakama.

In this chaotic underground black market, filled with suit-wearing thugs and strangely dressed curse masters.

Their solemn and old-fashioned attire seemed out of place, like a group of Showa-era remnants who had mistakenly wandered into a nightclub.

The leader had a buzz cut and a sinister look in his eyes.

When Lynn approached, he did not step aside to let her pass, but stared intently at Lynn.

"Is this the guy...?"

The man with the buzz cut, Zenji Shinro, gritted his teeth inwardly.

At the exchange meeting, he witnessed firsthand how that "useless" Maki crushed everyone with pure physical strength.

That power, that forbidden radiance that should have belonged to "Heaven and Tyrant," actually appeared in a woman who should have been rotting at the bottom of her family.

The family discovered that Maki's changes stemmed from a mysterious businessman named Lynn.

"That good-for-nothing became arrogant and reckless after gaining power, even threatening Lord Naoya's position... The source of all this is this reckless man."

If it weren't for the fact that this was the Paradise Pavilion, and if it weren't for the fact that he had to bid on that top-grade cursed artifact, he would have loved to draw his sword and kill Lynn right now.

"Get out of the way."

One of the followers behind the man with the buzz cut suddenly stepped forward, his tone chilling.

Without even glancing at Lynn, he reached out and, with a brutal spell, tried to shove Lynn aside like trash.

However, the hand had not yet touched Lynn's clothes.

"Smack."

A crisp sound of impact rang out.

Without warning, Lynn raised his black cane, the Golden Law, and the tip of the cane struck the numb tendon in the follower's wrist with precision and lightness.

"hiss--!"

The attendant cried out in pain as his hand instantly went numb, and he jerked it back as if he had been electrocuted.

"The roads are narrow and slippery in places like this, so it's very dangerous to get physical."

Lynn smiled and put away his cane, his voice gentle and refined, as he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"If you fall, a broken bone is a minor issue; losing face is a major one, wouldn't you agree?"

Lynn looked at these people, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Are these people crazy?"

He asked himself if he had offended anyone in the past few days besides doing business, so why were these people looking at him as if he had dug up their ancestral graves?

"Hmph, sharp-tongued."

The man with the buzz cut who was in the lead sneered and finally spoke.

"Don't think that handing a monkey a stick will turn it into a human. In this world, there are some bloodline gaps that you opportunistic businessmen will never understand."

"Mind your own business, and you'll die young."

After saying this nonsensical remark, he waved his hand and led his men past Lynn arrogantly, even deliberately releasing the pressure of a level one sorcerer's magic to slam into Lynn.

Lynn stood still, motionless, like a rock on the beach, letting the waves crash against him.

Until that group of people walked away and went into the private room opposite.

"Boss... what are those guys talking about?"

Shunping looked completely bewildered and pushed up his sunglasses.

"What monkey? What stick? Have they mistaken me for someone else?"

"Who knows?"

Lynn shrugged and lightly flicked off non-existent dust from his collar.

"He's probably a lunatic from some big family. He always likes to say things that no one can understand in order to show off his nobility."

Although she said that, Lynn kept a watchful eye on things.

That last sentence... "Handing a stick to a monkey"?

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

"Since they're here to cause trouble, and they're such a wealthy client... that's perfect."

He pushed open the door to the private room and gracefully sat down on the red velvet sofa.

"Shunping, the auction later might be very interesting."

……

Ten minutes later, the auction officially began.

The huge circular venue was packed to capacity.

The host is a curse master wearing a clown mask, with a shrill and insane voice.

The first few items were disgusting, and Lynn showed little interest, only occasionally glancing at the activity opposite him. The man with the buzz cut hadn't made a move, clearly having a specific target in mind.

Until the last item was brought to the stage.

It was a glass display case covered with talismans, inside which floated a dried, purplish-black human skin that resembled a mask.

[Superior Cursed Artifact - Soul-Reversing Face]

Although separated by a seal, the immense resentment and curse power emanating from it still sent a chill down the spines of all the sorcerers present.

"This is the grand finale treasure! A legendary, top-grade cursed artifact capable of bringing the dead back to life!"

Starting bid: 30 million yen!

"Fifty million!"

Almost the instant the host finished speaking, the man with the buzz cut in the opposite private room raised his sign.

His voice was loud and clear, exuding an air of absolute dominance, and he immediately doubled the price.

Several curse masters who were originally eager to try were instantly intimidated by this aura.

"Sixty million!" A man in black robes in another corner tentatively raised his sign.

"Eighty million!" The man with the buzz cut raised his sign again without even blinking.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Is this the legacy of an ancient family? Eighty million yen is like throwing away waste paper?

The man with the buzz cut revealed a victor's sneer, his eyes sweeping contemptuously across the room before finally looking defiantly at the private room where Lynn was.

however.

Lynn didn't even glance at them, looking down and idly picking at her fingers.

Because Lynn never intended to obtain that cursed item through normal means.

With the strength of a top-tier expert, one can naturally do whatever one wants.

Congratulations, sir!

The clown host on stage excitedly banged his gavel.

However, the next second.

The originally bright lights suddenly turned an eerie scarlet red.

"Crack—Boom!"

The massive iron fence fell without warning, sealing off all the exits. A dark red "canopy" instantly rose, enveloping the entire underground space.

"That is..." Shunping suddenly stood up.

On stage, the clown host removed his mask, revealing a hideous face covered in scars.

"Thank you all for your generosity, we accept the money."

He spread his arms, and the curtain behind him fell, revealing countless pairs of scarlet eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"To celebrate the deal being done, everyone... please leave your lives behind!"

"As an offering we wish to 'God'!"

roar--!!!

Accompanied by a cacophony of roars, hundreds of hungry and thirsty cursed spirits surged out from backstage like a tidal wave, rushing towards the panicked tycoons.

Screams and tearing sounds instantly filled the venue.

The Pleasure Palace instantly transformed from a den of debauchery into a slaughterhouse.

And at the very heart of the chaos.

The crew-cut man in the opposite compartment drew his spell-wielding longsword from his waist. With a flash of light, a level-two spell spirit that pounced on him was instantly cut in two.

"They think they can trap us with such underhanded tactics?"

He looked at the surging tide of cursed spirits around him, his eyes showing no fear, only the unvented rage of Lynn.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Kill all these cursed spirits!"

The attendants behind him also drew their swords in unison, their swordsmanship sharp and precise, clearly indicating that they had undergone extremely rigorous training.

Inside a private room on the second floor.

Lynn raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the group of men in kimonos who were wreaking havoc.

"Wow, not bad. Is this the basis for their arrogance?"

"Boss, what do we do?" Shunping asked nervously. "Should we break through?"

"Break through?"

Lynn put down his wine glass, picked up the black cane, and walked to the railing.

Looking down at the group of "big clients" who were already surrounded but were still fighting hard, and at the "Rebel Face" placed in the center of the booth and left unattended.

His eyes gleamed with the greedy light of a businessman.

"Those people are all walking points."

After saying that, Lynn took a step forward and jumped directly from the second floor.