Curse Returns: What did the human-shaped wishing machine do wrong this time?

Rime wasn't quite sure why Alluka suddenly brought up Itadori Hisahito, and why Fushiguro Jinji had promised to meet again next time.

He found out when he got back to his lodgings.

Yuji Itadori is crying.

He cried his heart out, gasping for breath, large tears falling from his wet, light golden eyes, wetting his chubby cheeks.

"Little brother, Aunt Xiaomei, where did you go? Waaaaah... I'm so scared..."

After dinner, Hisahito Itadori had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he was in a warm but dark place, surrounded by countless black liquids, and a monster was trying to devour his soul and body.

Yuji Itadori was startled awake from his nightmare.

He subconsciously touched the side of him, only to find that his younger brother, who should have been sleeping there, was nowhere to be seen.

Yuji Itadori didn't know where to look for them, so he sat on the bed and started crying.

She hadn't been crying for long when her younger brother came back.

"I'm sorry, brother, it won't happen again."

When Alluka was with Fuhesh, he felt something strange in his heart. Perhaps it was the connection between twins that made him realize that the feeling came from his brother, Itadori Hisahito.

"Then we should pinky swear."

Wiping away his fierce tears, Yuujin extended his little finger, and when Alluka placed her hand on his with her eyes crinkling, he finally broke into a smile through his tears.

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Unlike the warm and cozy scene here in Alluka, at the same time, the two magic academies in Tokyo and Kyoto are brightly lit.

When Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Jie, who rushed back overnight, saw the neatly arranged and extremely twisted corpses on the ground, they fell into complete silence.

What they were not so much corpses as clumps of flesh and blood, with limbs and bones intertwined and knotted together.

They couldn't make out the faces of the corpses, but they could see the bright muscles and fascia, and even the fat inside the bodies had been turned outwards.

Gently covering himself with the white sheet, Gojo Satoru, hands in his pockets, said somewhat irritably, "That rotten orange I hate the most is dead, but I'm not happy at all."

Unlike the conservative faction of the three starter families.

The six-eyed girl, who comes from the Gojo family, despises the corrupt system of the sorcery world.

He hated those high-ranking officials who created conflict for their ambition, lust for power, and personal gain. Those rotten oranges were like cracked, decaying wood, exuding a suffocating stench even from their very bones.

Having grown up witnessing countless scheming and backstabbing among rotten oranges, Gojo Satoru never imagined that they would die inexplicably at the hands of a curse master. It was truly a poignant situation.

"Mr. Nightmoth, how many high-ranking officials died in total this time? Was it all the work of that curse master? You said on the phone that they all died at the same time?"

Xia Youjie's expression was not good. He looked in the direction of the Night Moth Path, his narrow eyes filled with complicated emotions.

His concern wasn't about the rotten oranges that had died inexplicably, but rather about the unknown curse master continuing to kill indiscriminately.

Compared to Gojo Satoru, Natsumi Yukichi set himself the principle of the strong protecting the weak.

With such a dangerous curse master on the run, it's really hard for him to keep his mind at ease.

"Yes, dozens of high-ranking officials died simultaneously in Tokyo and Kyoto, along with more than a hundred members of the three major families..."

At this point, Masamichi Yagami paused, glanced at Satoru Gojo, and continued, "...He died at the same time as members of other sorcerer families, and the sorcerer's spell has not yet been determined."

Aside from the deceased executives, the surviving executives witnessed such a bloody massacre that they were all so frightened that they hid at home and dared not gather at the headquarters again. They were even afraid that someone would come to their door by following the telephone line when they tried to contact each other.

When your colleagues die inexplicably right before your eyes, in such a gruesome manner, and you don't even see the killer's face, how can you not be terrified?

No one knew when such a powerful curse master appeared in the world of curses. Even the strongest, Gojo Satoru, could not do so remotely and simultaneously attack so many people in Tokyo and Kyoto.

"Shoko, what did you see?"

Satoru Gojo sat on a metal chair in the morgue, questioning his colleague who had been silently performing an autopsy with a scalpel beside him.

"These people all died from the same technique; they were twisted into this shape by immense force from the outside."

Shoko Ieiri placed the dissection tools in her hand onto the tray, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she struggled to understand the connection.

"Well, I'll definitely catch that curse master."

Gojo Satoru rested his hand on his neck, looking nonchalant, but no one knew what he was really thinking.

The Gojo family, one of the three main families, also suffered heavy losses in this terrorist attack.

For some reason, most of the people who died this time were people with real power, while the servants in the family were basically unharmed.

They couldn't guess the connection between the curse masters' actions and their actions. Could it be that the world of sorcery had ordered their capture?

That night, everyone involved in the world of sorcery was plunged into deep confusion and panic.

With Alluka by his side, Hisahito Itadori stopped dreaming.

The two children slept warmly and peacefully.

Rimei sat by the bed all night, unable to sleep.

It seems that ever since I met that man named Fuheshel, everything has taken a strange turn.

Every time he tries to salvage the situation, it only gets worse.

Upon receiving the death list from Lasso, Rime felt that with humans as greedy as Voxel, his desires would only make their situation more dangerous.

He couldn't wait to leave this dangerous place and never see that scoundrel Fuheshel again!

When Alluka woke up, it was already noon.

The blinding sunlight fell on the bed. The black-haired child rubbed his sleepy body, yawned, and nudged the pink-haired child next to him.

"Brother, the sun is already high in the sky."

His voice was soft, and his face still had the rosy glow of someone who had just woken up.

"But I'm so sleepy..."

Still half asleep, Yuujin snuggled against the soft pillow, not wanting to wake up.

"Then brother, sleep a little longer~"

Alluka obediently responded, got up and changed into a Pikachu-printed shirt without Rime's help.

Under Rime's touched gaze, Alluka tiptoed to brush her teeth and wash her face, rinsing away the foam.

When Rimei opened the door to go out and buy breakfast, she saw an unexpected person at the door.

"Yo~ Hello there, Curse Master."

The tall, white-haired boy leaned against the wall and confidently reached out to greet Rime when he looked over.