I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod

Unfortunately, upon opening the door, they did not see Hisahito Itadori performing the mysterious ritual. Instead, he was wearing headphones and staring intently at the live stream clips about the "small world" on the screen.

Seeing Gojo Satoru suddenly appear in the dormitory, Itadori was a little confused. He took off his headphones and asked:

"Teacher, what are you doing here?"

Chapter 187: Searching for Jackson

Faced with Hisahito Itadori's pure gaze, Gojo Satoru realized she had misunderstood. Her face flushed slightly, and she coughed lightly to change the subject:

"Ahem... Yujin, I have something important to tell you. I knocked on the door several times but you didn't answer, so I accidentally broke the door. I hope you don't mind."

"Take the door down?"

Before Gojo Satoru could speak, Itadori Yuuji hadn't noticed. He looked at the open door to the side, where the lock cylinder was broken in two. Keep in mind that the lock cylinder was made of brass. To be able to break brass like that, Itadori Yuuji could only force a smile and say, "It's okay."

After the awkward situation was resolved by the mechanism, Gojo Satoru was not in a hurry to ask about information about the "small world". She looked at the computer and began to wonder what Itadori Yuujin had been so engrossed in that he couldn't even hear her calls.

She walked into Hisahito Itadori's dormitory without any hesitation, went to the computer and leaned over to look at it. She saw a guy with a bag over his head on the screen.

The man's hands were bound with ropes, and a man with a whip was smearing oil on his body while shouting and talking about the slave trade.

"Yujin, what is this?" After watching for a while, Gojo Satoru didn't understand what the video was trying to express. It was just a video of a slave being sold in a slave market.

Of course, Hisahito Itadori wasn't so idle as to read such trivial things. He said:

"This is a clip from the live stream of the small world. Because the time flow in the small world is a hundred times faster than in reality, the live stream footage is also a hundred times faster. Without VR equipment, you can't see the live stream at all, so you can only watch clips. As for the streamer..."

Halfway through his sentence, Hisahito Itadori couldn't help but smile:

"This streamer is so unlucky. Because the character he created was so ugly, he had to wear a bag over his head. He finally found a job, but because he was an undocumented person, he was sold to slave traders by his boss."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru nodded, but judging from Itadori Yuujin's tone, she seemed unaware of what this game meant.

Then Gojo Satoru asked:

"Yujin, do you really think there are games that can simulate the five senses, or even make game time a hundred times longer than real time?"

"what?"

Yuujin Itadori was somewhat taken aback by the question that Gojo Satoru had suddenly raised. To be honest, he hadn't really thought carefully about the technical difficulties behind the game; he just felt that:

"It must be some kind of unknown black technology, just like sorcerers. Ordinary people don't even know that sorcerers exist, right? Maybe there really is such a black technology that we don't know about."

"You're a bit too naive." Gojou Satoru sighed, then patiently explained the game's inconsistencies, such as highly intelligent NPCs, perfect simulation of the five senses, and the most illogical flow of time.

Gojo Satoru solemnly said:

“Those old fogies at the top came to me. They said this is very likely a curse event with an unprecedented scope, and they asked me to investigate.”

Upon hearing this, Itadori Yuujin was taken aback, only then realizing that something was amiss:

"So this is a curse? I was actually quite interested in playing this game... What do we do now?"

"Of course we should go find him and directly engage with the game. If it really is the work of a cursed spirit, we can just take it down. If not... then we'll have a lot to do." Gojou Satoru smiled and pointed to the "Hello Motorcycle" being sold by slave traders on the computer screen.

"Aren't we going to bring Fushiguro and Natsuyu-sensei?" Itadori Yuuji hesitated.

Gojo Satoru's indifferent expression:

"It's okay. Do you think I can't protect you by myself? Don't worry, I will protect you."

Yuji Itadori was taken aback: "Teacher, that's not it..."

Before Yuujin Itadori could finish speaking, Satoru Gojo casually put his arm around Yuujin's neck and left the dormitory with him.

"Let's go, let's go, time waits for no one."

With that, Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuujin headed for Jackson, who was playing in the "Little World." As for how they found him...

As the strongest sorcerer in modern times, the head of the Gojo family, and a senior teacher at the Jujutsu High School, and also a local civil servant, if he can't even find a single person, he should just go to bed and wash up.

With the help of his connections, Gojo found Jackson's location in half an hour. Coincidentally, Jackson was in Tokyo and had arrived in Japan from England three months later, with his destination being Akihabara, the holy land for game enthusiasts.

Akihabara's reputation as a gaming mecca is well-deserved. Here, you can experience a wide variety of retro games, such as fighting arcade games, rhythm games, VR experiences, and claw machines. You can also buy the latest game consoles, and most importantly, you can get huge discounts on opened second-hand games.

Jackson, a seasoned game enthusiast, came specifically for this purpose, and after playing until he was exhausted, he stayed temporarily in Tokyo...

At this moment, Jackson is engrossed in his "little world." At this point, because of his bizarre appearance, he was bought by a local nobleman to be his pet. Although he no longer has to stand naked under the scorching sun, he now has no choice but to fawn over the nobleman if he wants to survive.

At first, Jackson considered resisting, thinking that such behavior was simply too shameful for players. But when he saw a slave who could not endure the torture rise up and beheaded, the bloody scene made Jackson lose the will to resist.

Although it was just a game, the real pain made Jackson completely unwilling to experience the feeling of death. He could only endure being the little nobleman's pet, waiting for the little nobleman to lose interest in him before finding an opportunity to escape.

At this point, a viewer in the live chat asked, "Ugly Bro, if you're having such a frustrating time in the game, why don't you just find a block of tofu and smash your head against it?"

Faced with such comments, Jackson would blush and say, "What do you know? This is called forbearance. Do you understand? There's an old Chinese saying: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.'"

While Jackson was enjoying his miserable life in the game, Gojo Satoru and Itadori had already located Jackson's residence based on intelligence.

Standing in front of the rented room, Gojo Satoru knocked on the door and called out:

"Is anyone home? Sir, your package has arrived."

A few seconds passed with no response. Gojo Satoru was too lazy to check anything anymore. He put his hand on the lock cylinder and prepared to pull it out and force his way in.

Yuujin Itadori sensed Gojo Satoru's intentions and, to avoid losses or alerting the enemy, warned him:

"Teacher, we can go to the landlord. If we force our way in, it will leave a bad impression and will not be conducive to our next move."

"You've thought of that quite thoroughly." Gojo Satoru glanced at Itadori Yuujin, said nothing, but had already let go of the door.

Soon after, Yujin Itadori found the landlord. After Gojo Satoru showed his identification, the landlord didn't dare to ask anything, simply took out his key, opened the door, and left on his own.

And so, Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yujin entered Jackson's house, while Jackson was being spurred on by the young nobleman who had bought him.

Chapter 188: Jackson's Pain

"Damn it! It's supposed to be a game, so why does the pain feel so real? When will this suffering ever end...?"

After being whipped by the minor nobleman, Jackson returned to his shack with the help of the other slaves and lay down on a bed of hay.

He no longer cared about the rough, dry grass; his buttocks were now covered in crisscrossing welts, with blood gushing out uncontrollably. Any movement would cause him excruciating pain, and he wouldn't be able to walk for the next week.

Just as Jackson was contemplating suicide, a barrage of comments flashed before his eyes:

[Ugly Bro, I'm starting to suspect you've awakened some weird attribute.]

[Ugly Bro, let's do SM offline, I promise I won't kill you]

[At this point, it can no longer be explained by mere forbearance.]

[Oh, so you have masochistic tendencies too.]

Seeing these comments, Jackson's eyes twitched. He said, "Go away, look at you all, so pathetic. It's just a whip. Sprinkling razor blades and salt on it is nothing to me."

Jackson intended to emphasize his tough-guy image with these words, but they backfired, drawing another flood of comments from viewers.

[Fall in love with the whip, completely captivated by it]

[They have quite a variety of hobbies in private.]

[Well done, Ugly Bro! My whole family is so proud of you!]

[………]

Jackson was completely speechless. To be honest, he also felt that he was living a very frustrating life in this game. So far, there had never been a player as pathetic as him. After all, if you die, you die and you can be resurrected.

But... Jackson was genuinely afraid of pain. Although he didn't want to experience death and the endless whippings, at least he was still alive.

Putting aside the frustration, with an experience like Jackson's, he might be awarded the "Most Pathetic Gamer in History" award in the future, which would be a way for him to go down in the history of the gaming world.

Jackson couldn't help but start daydreaming, and just then, footsteps approached. Looking over, he saw a black-haired, black-eyed boy in a red robe walking over, holding a whip that shimmered in the sunlight.

This guy is the little nobleman who bought back Jackson. Because Jackson's character was too ugly, he beat him up a lot. Now that Jackson's injuries haven't healed, he's come looking for him, specifically saying he's here to kill him.

Before Jackson could beg for mercy, the young nobleman, with a look of disgust and excitement on his face, said eagerly:

"You're still alive! That's wonderful. I had this whip specially made by a craftsman. It's woven with many blades and soaked in salt water. It will be a lot of fun to whip you with it."

I went a bit too far today. To prevent you from dying prematurely, I decided to come and play with you early. How about it, are you happy?

Happy my ass...

Upon hearing the nobleman's words, Jackson confirmed his suspicions. He cursed under his breath and abandoned any thought of begging for mercy.

Why beg for mercy at this point? Although death may feel painful... it's death either way. If you don't fight back, you'll really be nailed to the pillar of shame in the gaming world!

Then a fierce glint flashed in Jackson's mind, and he shouted:

"Fuck you!"

Upon hearing this, the young nobleman was taken aback. He didn't understand what the words meant, nor did he know how Jackson dared to speak to him so loudly. Meanwhile, a gasp of surprise flashed before Jackson's eyes at the words:

[Holy crap! Ugly Bro's gone berserk?!]

[Kill him! Ugly Bro, I believe you!]

[Rise up!]

[Ugly Bro is awesome!]

Jackson had no chance to pay attention to the comments. He seized the moment when the little nobleman was stunned, endured the excruciating pain in his buttocks, got up, and pounced on the little nobleman.

Even if it kills me, I'll still bite off a piece of the skin of a minor nobleman.

But can this really succeed? The answer is: no.

After all, a minor noble is still a noble. They have property and resources. They can easily become extraordinary individuals by simply issuing bounties to capture some extraordinary species, having their guards cripple them, and then finishing them off themselves.

As a superhuman, even without any real combat training, how could he be injured by a slave with a bruised buttock?

"You scoundrel, you're really insolent!"

Seeing Jackson closing in, the young nobleman roared and quickly raised his whip.

Snapped!

With a whooshing sound, Jackson was hit squarely in the face of fear from the slaves hiding in the corner of the shack, the bewildered viewers in the live stream, and the excited nobility.

splash

The blades woven into the whip tore through Jackson's clothes and ripped his skin open, the pain exacerbated by the fact that the whip had been soaked in salt water.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hit me! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Master! Master, I was wrong!!!"