I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

"However, this matter is definitely beneficial and harmless to you."

“Hmm.” Zhongli nodded slightly: “From a generally rational point of view, that is indeed the case.”

"A contract should be fair, and both parties should benefit from it. A contract should be drafted to ensure fairness."

"Yes, and you can also try to see if you can change the level of chaos and inertia in his world. If you succeed, you might also get an invitation to join the group."

"The world of Teyvat, as you say, is far too fragile. It might be difficult for you to reverse the inertia."

"If other worlds can also obtain spots, then my time to join this multiverse chat group may not be far off."

Gui Zhong leaned lazily against the bluestone table, her wide skirt resembling a brocade of flowers, covering the ground.

She squinted and muttered to herself.

"I can't wait to go with you and see the sights of other worlds."

"This is a sight that even Qingli has never seen before."

Chapter Ten: As you ask, I will grant you what you have promised.

Spellworld

This is a vast, open mountain valley, surrounded by several towering peaks.

According to Gojo's plan, there were hardly any people within a radius of about ten kilometers.

The few households that remained were also advised by the Japanese archipelago government staff to leave the area.

Only Hisahito Itadori and Satoru Gojo were present.

Wearing casual, tight black clothes, Gojo Satoru squatted on the ground, watching with great interest Itadori Yuujin, who was stretching his arms and legs not far away.

"Ah! Gojo-sensei." Itadori Yuuji asked, somewhat puzzled, while swinging his arms and warming up, "Why did you come to a place like this? And why did you specifically evacuate everyone around here??"

While sipping his cola, Gojo Satoru casually remarked, "Since I didn't know just how strong the people from the chat group were, I specifically chose this place. This uninhabited area spanning ten kilometers should be enough to cause quite a stir."

Yuuji Itadori paused for a moment upon hearing this, then realized what he meant: "Gojo-sensei, are you worried that the people in the chat group are coming with malicious intent?"

Gojo Satoru squatted down, extended a finger, and gently waved it at Itadori Yuujin: "No, I was definitely prepared with malice by that 'Promising Future True Lord'. After all, rather than believing that the chat group on you is real, which is too magical and terrifying, I'd rather believe that this chat group is some kind of curse that I don't know or can't understand."

"Look, the abilities that the curse of the two Sukuna on you possess are things that even I don't know about or possess. This world, no, I should say this planet, is so big that it's perfectly normal for there to be a few curses whose contents I don't know and whose principles I can't understand."

“But you have to make me believe that there are other worlds beyond this one. And that there are many more humans in those other worlds. It’s like… um,” Gojo Satoru held up a finger in front of his eyes and chuckled lightly, “like the Warrior of Light from the M78 Nebula suddenly appearing before my eyes. It’s incredible.”

Yuujin Itadori stopped warming up and turned around with a puzzled look: "Then why did you ask me to invite Mr. Zhongli over, Gojo-sensei?"

Gojo Satoru's smile widened: "Of course it's a gamble. A one in ten thousand chance and a one in a hundred chance are both so tiny, so why shouldn't I take a gamble? When we were kids, didn't we all dream of the Warriors of Light descending from the sky to protect our brightest future?"

"So even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I'm willing to take the gamble. And even if I lose and get cursed, what harm would that do me?"

"Itadaki, you must understand. I, Gojo Satoru, am the strongest sorcerer on this Japanese archipelago, perhaps even the strongest sorcerer in the world. Why should I be afraid of mere curses!"

Yuujin Itadori nodded knowingly: "I understand, Gojo-sensei."

Gojo Satoru stood up, walked over to Itadori Yuujin, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up at the sky.

"Itadori, actually I have another idea. If all of this is true, if there really are so many worlds and such powerful figures, perhaps I could fight him."

"After all, several years have passed since I was called the strongest. Since I mastered the Reversal of Limits technique, no one has been able to fight me in front of me."

"Actually, I also want to try it out, to unleash my anger without any restraint."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head sheepishly: "So, if a god from another world really comes, then it's perfectly normal for me to test his strength, right? Preparing a ten-kilometer-long no-man's-land for my venting is also normal, isn't it?"

After hearing this, Yuuji Itadori covered his eyes helplessly: "Gojo-sensei, I didn't actually hear what you said. Don't be so blunt. If the principal of the vocational high school heard you, he would definitely scold you again."

Gojo Satoru patted Itadori Yuujin and laughed heartily: "It's alright, it's alright. As long as it's not some corrupt bigwig in the world of jutsu that finds out, I won't have any problems."

Yuuji Itadori scratched his cheek helplessly, then took out his phone: "Alright. Gojo-sensei, I'll start posting tasks in the chat group now."

Gojo Satoru laughed and said, "Go ahead, I'll be waiting."

----The Promising Future True Lord joins the chat group----

Ryomen Sukuna (Yuji Itadori): Ah, it seems that Shinkun-sensei has entered into a conversation.

Ryomen Sukuna (Yujin Itadori): @Future Promising Master, Master, I'm all ready. My teacher, Satoru Gojo, and I welcome you.

Promising Future True Lord (Zhongli): Issue the mission, I'm waiting.

Ryomen Sukuna (Yujin Itadori): I will issue the mission now.

A few seconds later, Zhongli saw the group task flashing in the chat.

[A high-level quest has been generated for Ryomen Sukuna...]

[Duration: Long-term]

【Conditions: None】

[Mission Objective Description: In the world of sorcery, only two things are inescapable: death and curses. Curses are born from evil thoughts and fear; as long as evil thoughts and fear exist in people's hearts, curses will always exist. Even if a sorcerer kills a materialized curse, those curses will regenerate after hundreds of years. In modern society, since the birth of Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the power of curses throughout the world has been on the rise. This mission is the transmission of Gojo Satoru's will by his student, Itadori Yuuji. He wants to find a path to save the world and correct the existence of curses. So, are you willing to help him?]

[Note: This mission does not pose a life-threatening danger, only a small risk of injury.]

[Reward: 5000 points (5000 points are automatically generated for advanced tasks)]

Zhongli frowned slightly as he looked at the tasks posted in the chat group, and his memories of Gojo Satoru began to surface.

This world seems to be a world straight out of a comic book.

---This five-point enlightenment seems to genuinely seek a way to thoroughly reform the system and eliminate the curse of this world.

---He is indeed the strongest, but he is only the strongest among sorcerers.

---Well, okay, if you can afford to pay a fair price.

【So.】

[Sign a contract, and as you ask, I will grant you what is promised.]

Chapter Eleven: Limitless Curses

The world can change in a short time, or it may take a long time.

When Zhongli opened her eyes again, she saw the two people in front of her.

A person was wearing a black hoodie with a red collar, and had a simple, messy boyish hairstyle.

His face wasn't bad-looking, but it wasn't particularly refined either; he could only be considered handsome by a rough margin.

One of them wore a strange, pure black eye mask and had gray hair, but he did not look old at all; instead, he looked more like some kind of shimmering silver ornament.

He was tall and slender with delicate and handsome features, and a cynical smile played on his lips.

"Hmm, who signed the contract?" Zhongli's eyes locked onto the boy in the black hoodie: "Is it you? Ryoumen Sukuna?"

Zhong Li could clearly sense the second soul contained within the boy's body.

It was a colossal and bloodthirsty being, sitting atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looking down on everyone.

Is it like the plot in shonen manga where an evil god is sealed inside the body?

Although the memories of the past have faded, Zhongli still vaguely recalls some of them.

Never mind, this has nothing to do with my contract this time.

Thinking this, Zhongli shifted his gaze from Itadori Yuujin to Gojo Satoru, who was a little further away.

Yujin Itadori quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Zhongli: "Greetings, Mr. Zhongli, the Promising Future True Lord. I am Yujin Itadori of Ryomen Sukuna. Welcome to my world."

Behind him, Gojo Satoru, still in a daze, took off his blindfold.

He could sense that the tall, handsome young man in front of him had no magical power whatsoever, yet he suddenly appeared before him without him having any reaction.

This was beyond his common sense, and it excited him—he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Meanwhile, Itadori Yuujin was still introducing himself. He straightened up and pointed to Gojo Satoru behind him, saying, "This is my teacher, Gojo Satoru, a first-year teacher at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School."

At this point, the young man wearing a black eye patch smiled and nodded slightly at Zhong Li.

Zhongli returned the gesture with a nod, and then asked, "Then, please explain in detail. What exactly is the content of the [contract] you signed?"

Yuji Itadori didn't speak, but instead turned his gaze to Satoru Gojo behind him.

This most powerful sorcerer, with a faint smile on his lips,

With a light tap of his foot, he stopped a few meters away from Zhongli.

Then he nodded slightly again: "Hello, Mr. Zhongli, you've come from afar, it must be tiring for you. Although I'm very sorry, I want to ask, are you really, as you say, the former God of Rock, now a Demon God?"

"No one in our country, or rather, on our planet, has ever seen a deity."

Zhongli listened to his words, crossed one arm over his chest, and placed the other on his chin. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "First of all, I never said that I was the former Rock God. It must have been Mr. Itadori Yuujin who obtained the information in the chat group. Secondly, I am indeed a Demon God now, but I may be different from the gods you imagine. If you regard me as some kind of more powerful intelligent life form, you should be able to understand."

"Alright, enough of this small talk." Zhongli looked at Gojo Satoru: "Let's begin executing this contract."

"Mr. Itadori is probably just a mouthpiece for you. What do you need, Mr. Gojo? Please speak plainly. Within the scope of the high-level mission contract, I will grant you your request."

“Well then,” Gojo Satoru said with a smile, pulling down his eye patch, “I would like to ask you for some advice, and I hope you will not hesitate to teach me.”

Zhongli nodded knowingly: "So, you want to test whether I have the ability to fulfill this contract, right?"

"I understand, and that's the right thing to do. Now, you can make your move."

No sooner had Zhongli finished speaking than a beam of orange-red light suddenly burst forth from in front of him.

This beam of light, a full 7 meters wide, carrying the power to sweep away everything, instantly appeared in Gojo Satoru's hand and then slammed into Zhongli's face.

Boo-hoo!

With a loud bang, the beam of light seemed to have struck something extremely hard, stopping abruptly just centimeters in front of Zhong Li, unable to make any further progress.

Gojo Satoru's smile widened as he stomped his foot on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread from where his toes touched the ground.

Then, in the next instant, he accelerated to his maximum speed and threw a punch at the protective shield in front of Zhongli.

Boo-hoo!

Another loud, forceful impact.

Wu Tiao couldn't help but squint and retract his fist.

At the same time, his thigh, propelled by the power of the spell and the momentum, slammed into the pale gold barrier. Then, almost instantly, a huge orange-red beam of light shot out from his fingertips, almost touching the barrier face-to-face.