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

On the way to the secret room where Alluka was imprisoned, Natsume couldn't help but grab Gojo Satoru's arm.

Gojo Satoru was determined to experience the child and the cursed spirit's magic, and whether he agreed or refused, it was not the outcome that Natsume wanted to see.

"Jay, relax, I know what I'm doing."

With a slight smile on his lips, Gojo Satoru reached out and opened the door to the locked quiet room without hesitation.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, casting beams of light that caused fine dust particles to float lightly in the air.

The child just stared blankly at the blooming morning glories outside the window.

April is the peak season for morning glory flowers.

Gojo Satoru followed his gaze to the delicate veins of the plants, and only then did he remember that the college also had flowers growing there.

Alluka never caused any trouble, and because it was not easy to cast spells in the sealing room, he was transferred to another room by Moth Masamichi in the morning.

Hi~

Gojo Satoru pulled up a chair, sat down, and greeted the child with a smile, resting his chin on his hand.

"..."

Upon seeing him, Alluka couldn't help but twitch her lips into a slow, ethereal smile.

"Gojo Satoru, could you give me your right hand?"

The black-haired child took his hands off his lap and opened his palms in the light.

"Your ability is to grant wishes, right? I'll grant you one wish if you answer three questions, and you'll die if you refuse, right?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer directly, but instead looked in Alluka's direction with a grin.

From the words of the curse master and the child, Gojo Satoru had roughly figured out Alluka's abilities.

The black-haired child did not answer his question, but kept making the gesture of asking for something.

Although he didn't answer, Gojo Satoru felt that he had already gotten the answer he wanted.

He smiled and nodded, then gathered his spell power in his left hand and without hesitation bent it towards his right wrist.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the blurry wound, soaking half of his arm.

The pain caused Gojo Satoru's expression to contort for a moment, and even the words he spoke were uttered with a slight gasp.

"Keep it safe~"

He tossed his right hand high into the air with his left, and his eyes met briefly with the black-haired child's amidst the splattering blood.

"Enlightenment!"

Wu confidently declared that he knew what he was doing. Xia Youjie thought he wanted to continue refusing the cursed spirit's request and then dodge it by being shameless when the cursed spirit made its final move. He didn't expect Wu to be really ruthless towards himself!

"Thank you."

Alluka accepted the still-warm hand of the white-haired boy with both hands, and politely thanked him with a smile.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he made a second request.

"Gojo Satoru, could you give me your duodenum?"

His voice was soft, and his gray-blue eyes held a glimmer of expectation, like the gentle moonlight shattered by the waves on a tranquil sea.

"Huh? Which is the duodenum?"

After circulating his incantation power throughout his body, Gojo Satoru looked down at his abdomen and then inserted his intact left hand into it.

A hint of madness was creeping into his eyes.

He fiddled with it for a while, muttered something to himself, and then said with a grin, "I don't know which part is the duodenum either. Can you take it yourself?"

His right wrist was now empty, and his abdomen was a bloody mess from his own actions. Xia Youjie couldn't bear it any longer and turned his head away.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in trying to stop Wu; it would only make his injuries pointless. Xia Youjie certainly wouldn't want to be a hindrance.

Spellcasters are much stronger than ordinary people, not to mention Gojo Satoru, who claims to be the strongest.

Despite suffering such severe injuries, he seemed completely unaffected, staring strangely in Alluka's direction.

"OK."

The black-haired child nodded slowly, as if he had done something, yet also as if he hadn't.

After he agreed, Gojo Satoru felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if something had been taken away out of thin air.

After receiving what she wanted, Alluka made a third request.

"Gojo Satoru, could you give me your left lung?"

After putting the two items away, Alluka opened her palm again and continued to ask for more.

In the eyes of Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki, the black mist surrounding him was so thick it was almost dripping with ink.

"This is the third one already..."

Xia Youjie's voice was very low, and one request after another made him feel suffocated, as if he were being strangled.

Although Gojo Satoru seemed to be fine, his pale face left Natsumi speechless.

"It's over."

Gojo Satoru covered his mouth and coughed, then struggled to stand up, supporting himself on the chair.

"Sure, okay?"

Upon hearing his reply, Alluka smiled faintly.

Gojo Satoru felt a sharp pain in the left side of his body, and the next second, the child in front of him had changed into a completely different appearance.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his features were pitch black and unfathomable, staring blankly in the direction of Gojo Satoru as if they wanted to swallow everything whole.

"What is your wish?"

Seeing that the child's body had been possessed by the cursed spirit, Gojo Satoru clutched his stomach and laughed gleefully.

"So that's really the rule."

His icy blue eyes were somewhat transparent in the sunlight as he stared directly at the cursed spirit with a confident smile.

"Can you heal all my injuries?"

"it is good."

Nanika responded slowly, and under Xia Youjie's tense gaze, her facial features twitched a few times, as if she had frozen, stiffly repeating, "Hand, hand, hand..."

Gojo Satoru placed his hand on hers.

In an instant, a blinding white light, centered on Gojo Satoru, spread outwards as if to obscure the high school.

In the hazy white light, Gojo Satoru's figure almost blended into the environment. He felt as if he were swimming in a warm ocean, and the halo emanating from the Cursed Spirit's hand cleansed his soul.

There was no sound around, and all was quiet.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it also felt like only a moment had gone by.

The cursed spirit gently raised its hand, shedding its eerie aura and returning to its original soft appearance.

The black-haired child collapsed limply as if he had used up all his strength.