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

After saying this, the water clock suddenly shot out of the ground and disappeared.

The real person and the bloated figure followed closely behind, disappearing without a trace.

.....

"Let's consolidate our current intelligence."

The first-level sorcerer, Mingming, leaned against the corner of the wall, his brows slightly furrowed.

Beneath her feet lay countless cyborgs who had long since died, their blood carpeting the ground and forming a small stream.

"First, Gojo Satoru was sealed. Second, Torajō has a kind of [finger] that Gojo Satoru allowed you to use. Third, because of Gojo Satoru's own abilities, the other party cannot take away his sealed object and can only sit there on the fifth underground floor."

"Yes." The answer came not from Itadori Yuujin beside her, but from a communication device in her hand that looked like a robot's forehead.

"So, my suggestion now is..." The mechanical device, claiming to be a relic of the Mechanical Maru, suggested, "Itadori, you go out to the station immediately and inform everyone about Gojo Satoru's sealing."

"And you, the first-level sorcerer Mingming, will use this underground passage to wait for the ban on sorcerers' tents to disappear before breaking in with the other first-level sorcerers to rescue Gojo Satoru."

"Although it was somewhat dangerous," Mingming nodded slightly, "it was indeed the correct judgment. But what exactly was the finger that Gojo Satoru shouted about just now?"

Her expression held a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

"Uh." Yuujin Itadori scratched his cheek. "Sorry, I can't tell you right now. This is a decision made by the higher-ups and Gojo-sensei. However, since Gojo-sensei has said so, I will use it as soon as I get out. You should be able to see the effect soon."

"Heh, then I'll look forward to it." Mingming stuck out her rosy tongue and licked her slightly dry lips, a smile playing on her lips.

"Then let's get started right away," Mechanical Maru urged quickly.

"Ah."

After saying that, Hisahito Itadori ran without hesitation, heading towards the ground.

In less than a minute, he reached the ground.

After casually defeating several cyborgs, he leaped up and jumped to the top floor of the commercial building in front of him.

Then, gathering all his strength, he shouted in all directions, "Nanami~~~~! Gojo-sensei, you're cursed, sealed away!!!"

The sound spread in all directions in an instant.

Before Hisahito could even confirm what he had done, he quickly took out a crystal-clear finger from his pocket, examined it under the bright moonlight, and then suddenly put it in his mouth.

Take a bite.

Click!

The sound of fingers breaking is crisp and pleasant.

At the same time, he shouted loudly in his heart.

"Please help me, rescue the sealed Gojo-sensei, break all the curses in this area, and protect the ordinary people who have been caught up in them."

"Mr. Zhongli!!"

"Please help me."

Chapter Thirty-One: The King of Curses

"Please help me!"

Yuujin Itadori's inner voice, through the link of his fingers, instantly traversed countless times of time and space.

It reached Zhongli's ears in the world of Teyvat.

The seven-headed dragon, adorned with a crown, shook its body, and its fourteen pairs of eyes turned simultaneously as it began to swim toward the world of magic.

He calculated the directions and the time of the self-flow.

One voice responded.

【0:30:00】

[Countdown.]

........

Shibuya Station subway, five underground floors

The curse had completely disappeared, and the ordinary people, seeing the corpses and blood all over the ground, gradually stopped screaming.

They all hid in a corner, not daring to make the slightest move, as they watched the monk [Xia Youjie] sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Before the monk [Xia Youjie], the Prison Gate continued to unleash its wild magical power, firmly fixing him in place, unable to move an inch.

"Gojo Satoru, what a terrifying monster."

The monk [Xia Youjie] looked at the sealed object before him with a half-smile and sighed softly.

Inside the prison gate, Gojo Satoru, who was sealed within, was also engaged in his own thoughts.

I can probably stall for another 20 minutes of physical time before the Prison Gate seals all my magical power and I lose consciousness.

The words I just said should make those curses focus their actions on Itajando instead of trying to escape from here.

But they had no idea that this was a unique divine curse of the Tiger Staff, which no one could take away.

----At the same time, after my shout, Tiger Cane should have broken his finger and called for Mr. Zhongli.

----The insurance is all in place, so I'll just wait here quietly.

.......

[Countdown.]

【0:30:00】

On the rooftop of the building, a voice suddenly echoed in the mind of Yuujin Itadori, who was biting his fingers.

A faint countdown label, resembling a screen, appeared at the corner of his eye, somewhat similar to the information screen in the Multiverse Chat Group.

Yuji Itadori suddenly realized that he hadn't entered the chat group for a while, and that he only checked in every day to earn points before closing the system.

After all, his real life was extremely fulfilling. Every day, whether it was training, exorcising spirits, or chatting and dining with friends, he lived a very fulfilling life. It was perfectly normal for him not to remember the chat group.

I thought about it for two seconds.

Yuji Itadori quickly abandoned any further thoughts.

He had already meticulously organized in his mind what he needed to do.

First, delay for half an hour while waiting for Mr. Zhongli to arrive.

---Secondly, to rescue Master Gojo, we must first break the restriction that prevents sorcerers from entering the inner layer of the tent.

After thinking it over, he immediately jumped off the ground and quickly ran towards the tent.

But before he could even get close to the tent, he felt a sense of oppression rapidly approaching from inside.

"Ok?"

Yuji Itadori frowned, stopped abruptly, and rolled violently onto the ground.

Then, the large, pure black tent in front of him vanished instantly, leaving him bewildered.

At the same time, dozens of blood-red arrows shot towards him.

Bang bang bang bang~~!

The arrow struck the ground where Itadori Yuujin had been standing, making a series of not-so-loud sounds.

But in the hard ground, there appeared a series of small, deep holes.

The attack range is not large, but its penetrating power is extremely strong. It cannot be taken head-on; you can only dodge it.

The thought process was over in an instant. Yuujin Itadori, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly kicked the ground in a way that defied human biomechanics.

The reaction force pressed down on the ground, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared under Yujin Itadori's feet, spreading outwards.

Using this power, Yuujin Itadori pushed his speed to its limit and punched the [Curse Master] who appeared after the black tent disappeared.

The speed of the punch generated a powerful gust of wind, and the air beneath it could be faintly heard to explode at the speed of sound.

"Bloodline!"

The curse master beneath his fist merely took a slight step back, then suddenly stretched out his hands and clasped them together.

"Whoosh! Boom!"

A crisp, explosive sound rang out as supercompressed blood bullets, traveling at supersonic speeds, were fired from the hands of the curse master before him, aiming straight for Itadori Yuujin's chest.

---No! I'll die!

Yuujin Itadori felt a strong sense of crisis. He didn't have time to let his fist slam down. He clenched his strong hands, resisting the tearing pain in his muscles, and stood in front of himself.

"Sizzle!"

A faint sound reached my ears from the bone.

---it hurts.

As soon as the thought crossed Hisahito Itadori's mind, his body suddenly plummeted, dodging the second blood-red bullet.

"Yuji Itadori?" The curse master opposite him still had his hands in a fighting stance, but instead of launching an attack, he asked.

Only then did Hisahito Itadori have the opportunity to carefully examine the appearance of the person in front of him.

Dressed in a retro sorcerer's outfit, wearing a loose and slightly cumbersome overall garment, with a black band around the neck that resembled both a scarf and some kind of bandage.

His face looked weathered, but that didn't hide his handsome features.

Overall, rather than being a curse, it's more like a human moving forward for some purpose.

"it's me."

After answering the question from the person in front of him, Yuujin Itadori suddenly moved, ignoring the enemy in front of him, and ran towards the building next to him.

The opponent's attack speed is not only very fast, but its range is also very large, so you can't fight him head-on in open areas.

----There are 20 minutes left in the 30-minute countdown. Mr. Zhongli will descend from my location, so I must quickly go to the fifth underground level and find the location of Teacher Wutiao so that Mr. Zhongli can capture all the cursed spirits in one fell swoop.

----Delay for time, seize the opportunity to escape, and then head to...

"Ok??"

Click!