Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

Watching Maki's figure disappear into the night.

Lynn pushed up his glasses, showing no sign of smugness over the deal.

Current balance: 50,024 points.

He looked at the numbers on the system interface and clenched his fist slightly.

"The funds are sufficient, and the surgical procedure is ready."

Lynn felt the new life force within him.

He took a black notebook out of the drawer.

Turn it over.

The paper was covered with densely written Chinese characters that only he could understand.

The first line: [Fushiguro Megumi (Juvenile Detention Center Incident)] is already checked.

Second line: [Heaven and Tyrant (Maki)]

Lynn put a checkmark next to this line.

Maki is an important piece in his strategy, and also a top-tier combatant capable of fighting against special-grade cursed spirits in the future. This investment is definitely a sure thing.

Shift your gaze downwards.

Third line: [Yoshino Junpei.]

Lynn's finger stopped on the name.

Next to that name, there was another name written.

[Real person].

Looking at those two words, Lynn rarely showed a displeased expression.

That special-grade cursed spirit was born from humanity's hatred of humanity.

That monster whose face is covered in stitches, who talks about "soul" all day long, yet he wantonly manipulates people's hearts and tramples on life.

In the original story, he treated Yoshino Junpei as a toy, luring the bullied boy into depravity, and finally, when Junpei was at his most desperate, he turned him into a monster and killed him in front of Itadori.

It was merely to provoke Itajit.

Just because it's "fun".

"How disgusting..."

Lynn closed her notebook.

"Treat people's hearts as experimental subjects and despair as a seasoning."

"This kind of scum has absolutely no reason to exist."

For Lynn, the other top-tier spirits were perhaps just walking "points packs".

Only the true man.

Those are pests that must be completely crushed, leaving not even a trace of ash.

The ten-stroke spell, which was previously improved in the exchange system, was precisely designed to attack the soul.

In this world, abilities related to the soul are usually considered very high-level abilities.

For a real person who can maintain the shape of their soul, ordinary blows cannot harm them at all.

Only a soul attack can effectively counter him.

……

The next day. Kawasaki City, Risaku High School.

In a corner behind the teaching building, Ito, a blond-haired boy, looked mockingly at the black-haired boy huddled in the corner, a cigarette between his fingers.

"Hey, Yoshino. I heard you like horror movies? Want some special effects?"

"Sizzle—"

The cigarette butt was pressed mercilessly against the boy's forehead.

"Ugh!!"

Yoshino Junpei let out a scream, but dared not resist.

Laughter erupted from all around.

"Look, it looks like a worm."

Ito grabbed Junpei's hair and forced him to look up: "Remember, a rat should act like a rat, don't pretend to be high and mighty."

"Snapped!"

A slap to the face, and blood trickled from the corner of Shunping's mouth.

Ito shook his hand in disgust and strode away with his henchmen.

In the corner, only Shunping remained. He covered the charred wound on his forehead, his body trembling with hatred.

Why...?

Shunping raised his bloodshot eyes.

"Why didn't anyone save me? Why are they able to act with such impunity?"

"If I had the power... if I could just press a button and kill them all..."

The fingernails are embedded in the palm.

"I will press it. Without hesitation."

He stood up unsteadily and walked out of the school gate like a walking corpse.

The icy rain hitting his face made him more alert, but also more desperate.

Unbeknownst to him, he had walked into a secluded and dark alley.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think that way."

A gentle voice suddenly rang out.

Shunping suddenly looked up.

A strange shop appeared out of nowhere in the shadows ahead. It had a vintage wooden door and a warm yellow lantern.

A man in a black vest and gold-rimmed glasses stood at the door, holding a black umbrella and smiling at him.

"Who...are you?" Shunping took a step back.

"I am a businessman."

Lynn closed his umbrella and pointed to the plaque behind him.

"Junpei Yoshino, right?"

"How do you know my name?" Shunping asked warily.

"That's not important."

Lynn's gaze fell on his wound. "Does it hurt?"

"What's it to you?"

"It's really none of my business. But I can see very clearly that there's a wild beast living inside you."

Lynn's voice was like a devil's whisper.

"It wants to rush out and tear to shreds the person who burned you with a cigarette butt, the person who slapped you...right?"

Shunping froze.

"So what if they are?!" he roared, tears mingling with the rain. "They deserve to die! But I can't beat them! What can I do?!"

Lynn watched him vent quietly until the boy was exhausted.

"What if I said I could give you a chance?"

Shunping suddenly looked up: "What...opportunity?"

Lynn took a silver, round badge out of his pocket and handed it over.

"I will not give you the knife to kill. Killing is the privilege of the strong, and the abyss of the weak."

"This is a malicious bounce mirror."

"It can't help you kill. But as long as you wear it, anyone who harbors ill will towards you and tries to harm you—whether physically or spiritually—will suffer the consequences."

Lynn pointed to his forehead.

"Like that cigarette butt from earlier. If you had one, it would blind him."

Shunping stared blankly at the badge.

Double the backlash? Blinding?

The image gave him a thrilling, tingling sensation.

"I want it!" He reached out to grab it.

Lynn withdrew her hand and looked down at him.

"I'm a businessman, I don't give things away for free. You need to pay a price."

"I have no money..." Shunping frantically reached into his pocket.

"I don't want money."

Lynn pulled out a contract. "What I value is your potential."

"Sign it. From today onwards, you are a 'prospective clerk' at Exchange No. 8. You need to be available at any time and absolutely loyal to me."

Lynn shrugged and patted Shunping on the shoulder.

"Of course, my shop isn't an ordinary shop, and the work you'll be doing won't be the work of an ordinary shop assistant. But in short, it won't be too dangerous."

Seeing that Shunping was still hesitant, Lin En hooked his arm around his shoulder and gave him a smile that said, "I think highly of you."

"Of course, if you perform well, I can teach you true power, power strong enough to change the world."

True power?

Shunping looked at the contract without hesitation. He had already lost everything.

"I'll sign."

He wrote his name on the contract.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction and pinned the badge to Shunping's collar. A flash of light, and the badge disappeared.

"Alright, Shunping. Wipe away your tears and go home. From now on, no one can bully you anymore."

Just as Shunping turned around, Lynn called out to him.

"Oh, right, one last thing. You might soon meet a guy with stitches on his face, and then..."