The brave Simmel wants to resign

The current Nanami would scoff at her past self, but still excessively trusts Gojo Satoru's abilities.

That's why he questioned the meaning of his existence.

And in response—

Gojo Satoru: "Ah, that~"

Nanami had considered many answers, but he probably never expected the one that followed.

"I was just thinking that I hadn't seen Nanami since it's the New Year, so I asked you to come out and meet up~"

"........."

"Hmm? Nanami, say something."

"well........"

"Don't just sigh!"

The two started arguing, or rather, it was Gojo Satoru arguing unilaterally, while at the same time... new footsteps came from outside the prison.

Nanami turned around first, but couldn't help but be a little dazed after seeing who it was.

“…Senior Natsuyou.”

"You still call me that?"

It's Xia Youjie.

The young man with the bun hairstyle had guilt and apology in his eyes, but he forced himself not to look away.

"Haibara...I've made everything settled..."

By controlling the cursed spirit, the creature was able to manipulate the surrounding objects, creating a chaotic and turbulent atmosphere.

He felt that the person who should know this news the most was Nanami Kento.

"...Um."

Nanami didn't say much, and certainly wouldn't criticize Natsumi.

Nanami is a very pragmatic person. Even if he harbors evil intentions, as long as he doesn't do anything about it, there's no reason for him to be hostile towards the other party.

and--

"If I could be buried by you, Haibara would probably be happy."

Back then, it wasn't just me who was close to Haibara.

"...Really? Thank you."

"There's one more thing—"

None of them intended to dwell on the sad atmosphere; they were all adults, and they could just keep their dark emotions to themselves and process them secretly.

Xia Youjie planned to move on from the topic—because he really had something more important to report.

"During my investigation of Haibara's remains, I forcibly retrieved medical records and other evidence. I even obtained a large quantity of medical samples, including some of the original samples, and then proceeded to investigate further."

Gojo Satoru, Nanami, and even Itadori, who was somewhat oblivious to the situation, couldn't help but look at Natsume Yuuki, whose expression was grim.

Xia You then spoke, word by word.

"了魉挥欣肟毡竞笳饥拍昀吹募且洹！"

Chapter 133 With your performance, we could produce three hundred a day in New York.

Hisahito Itadori's enrollment in school has become a certainty.

The higher-ups in the sorcery world are dissatisfied, and petitions for the death penalty are pouring in...

This is the old man Liben, an old Akita dog. He just bares his teeth and hisses, leaving the rest to fate.

Gojo Satoru was in charge of dealing with the Akita Inu's mindset, while Simmel had to go do her own work.

................

...

"Oh no... we're doomed this time."

In the dungeon of the college, Miguel was lying on the bed, his head tilted back, letting his vocal cords stretch and produce hoarse, long sounds.

He reviewed what had happened recently, which was actually less than two months ago.

I was invited to Ritsuben because, according to Haibara Yu, it offers an environment where sorcerers can live better.

Miguel doesn't dislike his hometown, but to put it simply, it can't satisfy young people's yearning for big cities.

After discussing it with his close friend Laru, they concluded that with each other's support and the help of the [Black Rope], they could certainly hold their own against the enemy.

But the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

With a large population, shopping malls are always crowded. Developed areas are only a small part of the problem. The etiquette and civility promoted online are superficial. Despite the emphasis on garbage sorting, the streets are not clean and tidy. As the population grows, problems such as aging and unemployment intensify, and resentment continues to grow.

The country is indeed a land with many cursed spirits, making it a perfect place for sorcerers to showcase their skills. However, the resources for sorcerers are tightly controlled by the high-ranking members of the sorcery community, a group of noble families.

Going there means becoming a slave, spending your whole life killing cursed spirits until you die. Even if you have money, you won't have the life or time to spend it.

Despite his disappointment with Liben, he still found a sliver of meaning in his existence.

That is to help our fellow human beings.

Although Yuta Ekiku is a seemingly unlikable, cowardly little brat, his sincere heart is a rare quality in the world of sorcery and even in human society.

And... [Infinite Spell Power]?

Since they possess such power, perhaps they will change the world in the future?

Miguel thought that at least he should raise the guy to adulthood, rather than having him executed in a muddled way.

As a result, after muddling along for a while, I found that I was ultimately deceived by the skeleton.

After being unilaterally defeated by Gojo Satoru, he was imprisoned in a dungeon.

—Of course, the high school dungeon has suffered many disasters, and it is now the repaired 3.0 version.

Because he wasn't a death row inmate, Miguel was different from Huzhang and Yigu. He wasn't simply given a chair to lie on; at least he was provided with some daily necessities, such as a toilet and a bed, so that Miguel wasn't being tortured.

He had thought he would either be executed or forced to sign a bondage agreement and become an old black slave. He hadn't been sleeping well these past few days, just thinking about these things.

However, the only good news was that he heard that Yuta Otsuki seemed to have survived in the end.

..Why.

That guy Yigu... he probably hates us a lot.

Miguel rubbed his head.

Although it was due to the weariness of the spirit, the heat of the ship was overwhelming, and the joy of the limping soul was in vain. The spirit was strong, and the joy of the sage was boundless ...

Oh no, I'm going to get emo.

And just after Miguel had been feeling emo for several days...

Da da da da.

this day.

The dungeon has received a visitor.

"!"

Miguel immediately got up and hid in a corner, keeping watch on the people outside.

The opponent made no attempt to conceal their aura; the immense and terrifying magical power was simply...

and many more.

This terrifying curse, could it be—

"Mr. Miguel!"

"Bone 2!"

Both of them were very excited, and Yigu even grabbed the prison bars with both hands and looked inside.

The camera pans towards the two of them from the center line.

The bone is in the light.

Miguel was in the darkness.

This scene often appears in movies.

so-called—

In my youth,

Friendship is a fleeting encounter.

I'm on this side.

You're over there.

When they grow up,

Friendship is a cold, imprisoned barrier.

I'm on this side.

You're over there.

“Yi Gu…I…”

"Mr. Miguel, it's alright, Ms. Manami, Mr. Ralu are both fine... Haibara... (The rest of the text is incomplete and lacks context.)"

Before Miguel could apologize or say anything else, Yigu spoke first.

"None of us have a history of murder, and this incident didn't cause any serious consequences. I... I'm a Special Class, and after this incident, the higher-ups have basically stopped making things difficult for me. Soon I will have real power, and I will help everyone regain their freedom."

Miguel listened in silence for a long time, but finally couldn't help but speak.

"...Don't you hate us?"

"Huh? Why!" Yi Gu hurriedly asked, "It's all because... We're all victims, but none of us have ever lied to me."