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

[Weather record for 17:32 on April XX, 4 (Gregorian calendar): Cloudy]

*Near Oshihochi Pond, Iwatsuki Ward, Saitama City, Saitama Prefecture

*The unregistered spirit manifested, and the initial assessment indicates that the fluctuation of the curse power is of the highest level. No casualties or building damage were reported.

*[Window] Requesting the General Headquarters to send a sorcerer for support.

After leaving the Itadori residence, Fushiguro returned to Saitama Prefecture as quickly as possible.

This is where his home is located. After his wife passed away, he buried her in a place in Saitama. After making a wish, nothing seemed to happen, but Fushiguro Jinji immediately thought of the place where his wife was buried.

He rushed to the location of the tomb, only to find that it had been transformed into something completely different.

The flesh and blood formed by the cursed power writhed on the ground.

Those viscous chunks of flesh resembled some kind of conscious creature; they climbed and piled up, forming a giant tree made of blood clots.

When their volume accumulates to a certain extent, they become a huge blood-red cursed embryo.

Beneath the piled-up dark clouds, the cursed fetus hung silently in the air, with the faint sound of a heartbeat faintly emanating from it.

Fuhesh could sense that a certain life force was being gestating in the center of the cursed embryo.

That torrential magical power was not something his ordinary wife could possess, but for some reason, Fuheishen did not intend to stop it from happening.

The blood-red cursed embryo reached its peak when the negative cursed power clung to it.

In the darkness, a barely perceptible cracking sound rang out softly.

The cocoon made of flesh and blood cracked open little by little from the inside, and a large amount of black liquid slid down in strands as it floated, and then poured out like a flood.

Within the black water, a pair of inorganic, jet-black eyes slowly opened in the warm bed, gazing intently in the direction of Fu Heishen'er.

Her head was bent backward at an incredible angle, and her black hair, as thick as spider silk, clung to her cheeks. Her upper body was still the outline of a human female, with spiderweb-like tentacles spreading downward from her waist.

This is a cursed spirit.

It is also a top-tier cursed spirit.

Like a slow-motion film reel, black magical energy gathered at her fingertips, then poured down towards Fuheishen without restraint...

*

After Fuhesh left, the three people besides Alluka were very curious about what this so-called resurrection was.

If Alluka/Nanika could really resurrect the dead, that would be too incredible!

Rime was even thinking in her mind: if Itadori Yasuke wanted to revive his daughter-in-law Itadori Kaori, would it be Tosaku or Kaori herself that would emerge?

Yuji Itadori quietly poked Alluka's cheek.

"Little brother, can that old man's wife really come back to life?"

His intuition was spot on; when he saw Fukushiro's eyes, Hisahito guessed something about the relationship between the two.

"Yes, it will!"

Alluka had complete trust in Nanika's abilities.

Following Alluka's words, scenes of his parents and their lives together began to appear in Hisahito Itadori's mind.

Is he about to become a child with both a father and mother?

Yuhito scratched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

The wait was undoubtedly agonizing.

Shortly after, Rime's phone rang.

He quickly answered the phone, and Fu Heishen's somewhat hoarse voice came through the screen.

"She...has become a Special Grade."

While dodging the attacks of the cursed spirits, Fuheshel made a phone call.

The cursed spirit has just hatched and its abilities are not yet fully developed.

The cursed spirit, wearing his wife's face, showed no mercy and gave him a brutal beating. He wanted to fight back, but he couldn't bring himself to do it every time he saw that face.

I have never experienced such a tricky moment before.

He couldn't be sure whether the cursed spirit before him was created by Alluka using his wife's soul, or a soulless shell fabricated with cursed power. But either way, he didn't want to exorcise her like this...

"..." Rime opened her mouth, then uttered with some difficulty, "A special-grade cursed spirit?"

The long silence on the other end of the phone seemed to be an admission of guilt.

"..."

Rime hung up the phone in silence.

Surprisingly, he wasn't surprised by the result.

Meeting the expectant gazes of Itadori Yasuke and Itadori Hisahito, Rime shook her head.

"You probably don't want that outcome."

He seemed to have just heard some wind and fighting sounds. Considering the difference in strength between Fukushige and Itadori Yasuke, he thought it best for the old man not to indulge in that fantasy.

Itadori Yasuke lowered his head in frustration.

He wanted to tell his son how well they had raised his two grandsons, but now he was utterly disappointed.

However, Rime did not say that the person was not resurrected; he only said that he did not want that outcome.

Itadori Yasuke pondered for a moment, wondering if that woman had also become a ghost like his granddaughter.

Could it be that the man who doesn't look like a good person is involved in a pure love story called Ghost?

The old man's thoughts began to wander.

*

On the other side, Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu, who had finally returned from Africa, handed over the information on the two strange little brats from the Itadori family to Yagami Masamichi.

From Itadori Yasuke upwards, no sorcerer had ever appeared in the Itadori family for three generations.

When he saw that the two children were three years old and twins, Masamichi Yagami choked up.

"Is this the murderer you're talking about, the one who killed so many high-ranking officials?"

Moth's finger trembled as it pointed at the two children who looked like dumplings.

"That's right! Not only did he kill high-ranking officials, but he was also responsible for the Sendai subway accident."

Gojo Satoru's fingertips brushed across Hisahito Itadori's face in the photograph and landed on Alluka's smiling face.

"At three years old... the sorcerer hasn't even awakened their spells yet."

Before meeting him in person, even after mentally preparing himself, Masamichi Noi found it hard to believe that such a young child could be the murderer who killed hundreds of people.

"We can't determine what kind of spell he has on him. When Wu and I met them that day, the child only said one sentence before we were both sent away at a distance."

Xia Youjie frowned deeply, his expression very serious.

That cursed spirit was undoubtedly a top-tier one, and usually top-tier cursed spirits still have a domain. That cursed spirit had such great destructive power even without opening its domain. What would it be like if it did open its domain?

"Alright, alright, let's bring the person over and discuss it further, shall we?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand dismissively.

He actually wanted to arrest that child as soon as he got back. If it weren't for Night Moth insisting that he explain what had happened in the past two days, he wouldn't still be in high school.

"You won't be sent to Africa again, will you?"

Masamichi Nobi coughed lightly, worried about Satoru Gojo's confidence.

"How is that possible?! Am I the kind of person who falls in the same place twice?"

Gojo Satoru snorted and turned to leave.

Just then, a text message came from Moth Masamichi's phone.

"Wu, you have a mission."

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks, not yet having left.

"Are there any cursed spirits more dangerous than that child?"

Gojo Satoru frowned, somewhat puzzled as to what kind of mission could have a higher priority than that child.

"A special-grade cursed spirit has appeared in Saitama."

The chaotic supervisory department finally managed to assign the task of dealing with the cursed spirits observed through the window.

"Are top-grade vegetables as common as cabbages now?"

Gojo Satoru's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but utter those words.