Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 221 What a terrible guy (Part 2)

"Should we go up and take a look?" Gojo Satoru was itching to persuade his classmate so he could find a partner to "break the law" with.

"..." Before Xia Youjie could answer, the assistant supervisor, who had been trying to minimize his presence and dared not utter a sound, hurriedly spoke up, "No, you can't! Absolutely not! There are explicit rules in the world of sorcery that no one can set foot on that mountain."

"Huh? Who cares what those old folks say..." Young Master Wu Tiao was too lazy to pay attention to "Jie, are you going or not?" He just asked Xia Youjie willfully.

"If those two students go, I'll definitely be severely punished by the higher-ups..." When the assistant supervisor saw that his persuasion was ineffective, he gritted his teeth and used another trick—playing the victim.

"I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise, and I'm the sole breadwinner..." he cried, tears streaming down his face.

Although Gojo Satoru and Natsume are currently very strong, they are fundamentally two very righteous and kind-hearted boys.

"...Wu, let it go, don't make things difficult for him." Xia Youjie shook his head. "We can come back next time when there's no one else around. It'll be the same."

"Anyway, no one can stop us." The black-haired boy had gentle eyes and brows like a compassionate Buddha, but his words were full of dominance and arrogance.

The assistant supervisor, who had just shown an expression of being moved, quickly suppressed his emotion again.

It's okay, it's not a big problem, as long as it has nothing to do with me.

He comforted himself by offering assistance and supervision.

"What a downer. Let's go, let's go back." Gojo Satoru was clearly unhappy as he bent down and got into the car, urging the assistant supervisor to drive faster.

About half an hour after they left, a flying white tiger, with a blond human in its forelegs, descended from the sky and landed right at the foot of the mountain.

The mountains and forests, which had been untouched for thousands of years, have finally welcomed people again.

"...It's probably a thousand years from now..." Maro said, looking at the blood-red mist in front of him.

The red torii gate appeared and disappeared in the mist, almost blending into the mist.

The lanterns hanging above still emitted a faint light, and the wind chimes tinkled softly even without wind.

"A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye..." He was so excited that his blood boiled and his face flushed.

"As expected of the master!" he exclaimed loudly, with utmost reverence.

As for how they did it? That's not important.

Nothing else matters.

"The master must have left important information for us at the shrine!" Maro thought to himself, and headed up the mountain with Sora.

Having spent almost three years in Heian-kyo, he had learned a thing or two, at least enough to open the barrier.

As you cross the torii gate, the red mist seems to be parted by an invisible hand, retreating to both sides to reveal a clean path.

A thousand years have passed, yet the road leading to the shrine remains as white as when it was first built.

"It's like someone cleans it regularly..." Maro analyzed with Sora as they walked upstairs.

"Red Flame and those two brats?" Sora guessed.

"A thousand years have passed, and those two human girls are long dead." Maro wasn't very impatient, nor did he seem to feel any regret or nostalgia.

To him, no one else matters.

He had gathered information from outside before coming here; otherwise, he wouldn't have known where the so-called Fog Mountain was now.

Fortunately, the technology in the original Hunter world was quite advanced, so he adapted very well to the modern world, without experiencing the kind of culture shock that happens to ancient people who travel to the modern world.

He even bought a cell phone and a lot of other things, but as for how he got that money... it's not something I can say openly.

"...Oh yeah, Hongyan often said that human lifespan is short...and things like 'once in a lifetime'..." Sora recalled.

As a large animal, he had a decent relationship with Hongyan, who was also an animal; they could be considered friends.

"I wonder what exactly the master left at the shrine..." Maro's tone was full of anticipation.

Finally, the man and the tiger stepped into the shrine.

What I saw was... a huge ice coffin, and inside sat... something enormous.

Yes, two sides, four hands, and the same curse marks as the adults.

Isn't this two-faced Sukuna? Did the adults leave them with the other's corpse?

No, Ryomen Sukuna wasn't dead when they left!

Why is this guy's body here?

and……

"It seems he's missing twenty fingers?" Maro examined the corpse of Ryomen Sukuna.

The other person just sat there, in a cross-legged Buddha-like posture, as if he had attained enlightenment on the spot.

The fingers on all four hands were severed at the base, as if they had been cut off in an instant.

Even without breathing or a heartbeat, the corpse was surrounded by an inexplicable aura that made people afraid to approach it easily.

I could feel my heart racing as soon as I got a little closer.

"Who can cut off his fingers and send his body to the adult's shrine?" Maro couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Gojo Haru? That guy could never have that kind of strength.

The others from back then? If those people could defeat Ryomen Sukuna, they wouldn't have felt so aggrieved as to build a shrine for him.

"Who could it be?" Maro frowned.

Could it be... that Ryomen Sukuna made it himself?

What's this guy thinking? Doesn't he have his own shrine? Why would he leave a corpse here with an adult?

Moreover... the other party's corpse had survived for thousands of years without decaying, and even emitted a strange fragrance...

Is this something humans can do? A living Buddha? A saint in the flesh?

I can't figure it out, and I'm finding it increasingly incomprehensible.

As for Rime, he's probably dead.

"Anyway, this thing probably wasn't left to us by the adults..." Maro walked around the huge corpse and headed into the shrine.

They then searched the shrine thoroughly, practically digging three feet into the ground, for a long time.

Nothing was found.

Could it be that the adults didn't leave anything at all? Impossible.

There must be something wrong with them that prevents them from finding the clues left by the adults.

Maro reflected on himself.

"Hongyan... isn't here either. Isn't that guy a demon who can live for thousands of years?" Kong sniffed the air.

The absence of Hongyan's presence means... the other party is no longer at the shrine.

"That dog demon promised five hundred years, but now it's a thousand years later, so he must have left long ago." Maro's tone was not surprised.

Given the nature of demons, they keep their word; if they say they'll keep their word for five hundred years, they will definitely keep it for five hundred years.

Five hundred years later, they ran away like prisoners released from prison.

"My lord... what exactly do you want to tell us?" Maro stood in the front courtyard of the shrine, looking up at the sky.

……

In the apartment.

After waiting for three whole days, Su Wu finally had to accept a fact.

That is... Fu Heishen'er absconded with the money.

In the three days that followed, the other party did not return at all, let alone bring him the money he had earned.

This guy... is even worse than I imagined.

Do kids really steal money so easily and decisively?!

That scumbag gigolo!

"...No one can take my things for free..." The white-haired, red-eyed boy sat on the sofa, broke the chopsticks in his hand, and revealed a sinister smile, as if he had turned to the dark side.

"No one can make me suffer." He threw down his chopsticks and walked out.

He didn't fall into a coma again in the three days, so it seems that it's not a terminal illness or disease, but perhaps just a sequela of the day he transmigrated?

In that case, you can go out freely.

By the way... it's a good opportunity to test my current strength.

After taking off his Hanfu, he discovered that he was wearing a modern-style old man's shirt and shorts underneath.

Although it's a bit too hasty, it's still more ordinary than wearing Hanfu on the street.

The curse marks on his body attract some attention, but not much.

Because... there are plenty of guys on the streets here who are dressed even more flamboyantly than him.

It's not their cosplay makeup for an anime convention, but their everyday attire.

For example, heavy, all-over black eyeliner, hair covered in a whole bottle of hairspray and in various colors that make it look plasticky, red wounds and bloodstains on the face, fishnet stockings, platform shoes with 10cm studs... and so on.

Compared to them, Su Wu was truly insignificant.

Surprisingly, almost every one of these people was accompanied by a cursed spirit.

Of course, they were all just the weakest flies.

Su Wu could eliminate them with just a thought.

It doesn't allow you to fully test your own abilities.

I don't know how to find Fuheishen...

Wait a minute, I've got it.

Su Wu immediately returned to the bar where she had first appeared.

They staked out the main gate at night and searched for cursed spirits to fight during the day.

Special-grade items are quite rare; most are second or third-grade, and even first-grade items are hard to come by.

Su Wu, however, faced them without any difficulty.

Whether they were second- or third-level or first-level, they all behaved like the weakest fly in front of him.

Killing them would only take one move.

Are they too weak, or am I too strong right now?

Oh... or perhaps it should be said that Sukuna is too strong.

He hasn't even opened up any domains yet...

Because he simply hasn't encountered any opponents who require him to open up new territories.

Su Wu squatted by the lamppost, swatting mosquitoes while staring at the bar entrance.

Finally, after several days, he managed to squat down at Fuhesh.

The other person seems to be living a very carefree life lately, and is currently embracing and kissing a beautiful woman driving a supercar.

The beautiful woman also took the initiative to reach out and touch the other person's muscles. Just as her hand was moving lower and lower, it was pulled back by Fuheishen.

"That's a different price," the black-haired, green-eyed man said.

"I understand." The woman smiled knowingly.

Fuhei Shen'er, whose nickname is Shen'er, attracts a steady stream of arrogant customers with his superb physique, tough-guy demeanor, and a hint of decadence.

Both men and women are available, but he only accepts female customers.

The vulnerability revealed by a powerful being often evokes more pity.

Even so, it was precisely this unique characteristic, which is difficult for ordinary people to replicate, that allowed him to break through the encirclement and become the most popular gigolo.

Incidentally, customers who have ordered from him all say he does a great job and is excellent value for money, which is also why he is so popular.

Everyone wants to try it out and see just how good value it is.

It's hard to say whether there was any deliberate marketing in this regard, but as long as he appears, there's no shortage of women willing to pay for his services.

Su Wu turned her head away, unable to bear the sight, but after thinking for a moment, she turned back.

He silently pinched his thigh, forcing out a few crocodile tears, and smeared some ash on his face.

As soon as Fuheshel got into the rich woman's passenger seat, he rushed over—"Dad!"

He shouted loudly.

The woman holding the car keys froze, and Fu Heishen's expression also froze.

That one word, "Dad," will cost him many potential customers.

"Mom is dying in the hospital, and the doctor says they can't contact you..."

"My sister and I haven't eaten for half a month. We can only scavenge for food in other people's garbage..." Su Wu continued her performance.

Cosplayers are people who can go crazy anytime, anywhere, and do all sorts of things that seem extremely crazy to normal people.

"Who is this aunt? Have you been with this aunt all this time? What about Mom? Don't you want Mom and us anymore?" Su Wu continued to wail loudly.

He clung tightly to Fu Heishen'er's waist, wiping the ash from his face onto the other's clothes.

Fukuro Jin'er's expression was somewhat distorted, but he still couldn't pull the other person down.

Are you kidding me? He can't even budge a little brat?!

"Didn't anyone teach you not to casually claim someone as your father?" Fu Heishen asked impatiently.

Yes, he took the other person's things and then dumped them at the apartment, but so what? Doesn't living in his apartment cost rent? Even if his rent is a bit expensive, so what?

"Shen'er-kun...is this...your son?" The wealthy woman's expression was initially one of suspicion, but gradually it turned into one of looking at a scumbag.

"Your wife is in the hospital...?" She looked at Fuheishen with the same disdainful gaze one would give someone trash.

His wife was in critical condition at the hospital, while her husband was out there, being a kept man and spending money on other women? They even have two children! No one has cared for them for half a month; all he can do is rummage through the trash?!

"I never expected Shen Erjun to be such a scumbag..." She looked like she had misjudged him.

"Get out of the car," she said haughtily and coldly.

"...Tsk." Fu Heishen rubbed his face, realizing that no matter how he explained, it would be useless. He opened the car door and got out.

"Here, take this and have something to eat." The beautiful, wealthy woman got back into the car, slammed the door shut, and then took out all the cash from her wallet and stuffed it into Su Wu's hand, her tone full of pity.

Then he sped away in his supercar.

"..." Su Wu looked at the cash in her hand and stopped her performance.

How should I put it... it's like having a subtle feeling of busking on the street and getting tips from passersby. Is it just my imagination?

Fu Heishen snatched the cash from Su Wu's hand with the ruthless shrewdness, saying, "That was for my son, not for you. You're a fake."

"...As if you'd actually give it to your son." Su Wu chuckled coldly.

Anyway, you'll spend this little bit of money sooner or later, you gambling addict.

"No need for you to worry about that. Tsk, you ruined today's business, so the money will be deducted from those items," Fuheishen said lazily after putting away the money.

"...Have you spent all the money you got from those things?" Su Wu asked back.

"...Do you think your stuff is so easy to sell? It's the kind of stuff that only sells at auctions." Fuheishen said without blushing.

Of course, only the belt is needed.

He had already sold the earrings to a wealthy woman he knew, and the money arrived in his account quickly.

But does it matter? No, it doesn't matter.

(End of this chapter)