Heaven has bound me to weakness? I angrily unleash the Eight Gates!

At the same time, the ugly treasure wrapped around the arm began to grow larger, wrapping around Zenji Jinsuke's body, providing him with a powerful external magical artifact at any time.

With max-level equipment, who would still bother with stat-based dominance?

"What's that thing on the Zen temple teacher? Is it a cursed spirit?"

The panda watched Zenji Jinsuke disappear into the shadows, wondering when he had acquired such an ugly cursed spirit.

"That should be a storage-type spirit, probably used by the Zen temple teachers to carry weapons."

Kusakabe, being knowledgeable and experienced, guessed the purpose of Ugly Treasure.

After all, aside from this function, he couldn't understand why the Zen master would bring such a weak cursed spirit.

"However... given the Zen master's strength, the fact that he has to carry a weapon suggests that the matter in Shibuya is not so simple."

The fact that someone who could exorcise a top-level curse with their bare fists could wield a weapon speaks volumes about the enemy's strength.

“Panda, the Zen master is right. We need to be prepared. We can’t rely on Gojo Satoru to solve everything.”

Kusakabe looked worried. He was just an ordinary level one mage who didn't even have a spell. Please don't give him such a difficult task.

Meanwhile, Zenji Jinsuke, after wandering around for a while, unexpectedly ran into a disgusting guy.

"Mr. Nanami and his group have now entered the tent. Someone must remain outside to maintain communication at all times."

Iji walked along the dark road, constantly sending messages on his phone. Once inside the tent, communication devices like phones would lose signal.

Therefore, it is necessary to leave auxiliary supervisors like them outside the tent to maintain constant contact with the outside world, share the situation in Shibuya with other places, and prevent major changes from occurring.

A noise broke the silence. Iji looked up, startled. "Master Zenji? What are you doing here?"

"Ichiji, you must always be vigilant about your surroundings."

Zenji Shinsuke glanced at him with a smile, then turned his gaze to Ijichi's back.

A blond-haired man was holding a long knife and making a stabbing motion, but at this moment the knife in his hand had been grabbed by Zenji Jinsuke, and the tip of the knife could not be thrust forward even half a step.

Under Zenji Jinsuke's gaze, Iji Tomoya realized that he had almost been killed just now, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"You're a curse caster?!"

Ichiji took a step back, staring intently at the blond-haired man in front of him.

"Hey, we've been spotted. When did you show up?"

The blond-haired curse master looked at Zenji Jinsuke with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had clearly checked the vicinity and there were no other sorcerers there.

Zenji Jinsuke used one hand to easily snatch the hand-made knife from the other's hand. "Be careful in your next life."

With a flick of his wrist, the blade sliced ​​through the air, and a head flew off with a whoosh, its face still showing confusion.

One of the six purple marks below his eyes disappeared, the image shattered, and the blond curse master reappeared unharmed in the same spot.

His eyes were still somewhat dazed when he swung his sword again, unleashing several more strikes. The blond curse master's body was chopped into pieces as if he were being slicing vegetables.

The purple marks under his eyes disappeared in an instant.

Before they could even put up a fight, the opponent had used up all six of their life-saving abilities.

"vomit...!"

Ijichi couldn't help but vomit.

Normally, people who do this kind of work have a high level of mental fortitude, but that only applies when dealing with cursed spirits. No matter how miserable or bloody the cursed spirits are, he doesn't feel anything.

Even when faced with a murder scene by a cursed spirit, he can remain calm.

However, cutting humans into mincemeat right in front of you is really too cruel.

"Ichichi, you need to improve your mental fortitude."

Zenji Jinsuke looked at the knife in his hand, felt a little disgusted, and casually threw it on the ground.

He's just a curse master who bullies the weak and fears the strong; what's there to complain about?

"I'm sorry, Zen Master, this is my question."

After vomiting, Ichiji felt much better. "Teacher Zenin, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have..."

Ijichi was filled with gratitude. He hadn't expected that the enemy would specifically send someone outside the tent to kill the assistant supervisor.

"I was just passing by and it was nothing. You've helped me a lot over the years, so there's no need to thank me."

Over the years, the other party has provided him with a lot of information about the curse, which can be considered a good thing, as he met him.

"So, are you planning to stand here forever?"

Zenji Jinsuke looked at the white-haired student-style girl not far away.

The white-haired girl in a kimono glanced at Zenji Jinsuke and said, "You're the one who killed Hanamichi, aren't you?"

He had no magical power, and gave her an extremely dangerous feeling. The entire high school must be that guy who was known as the Cursed Killer.

"It's me. You're the white-haired brat with unknown gender that was mentioned in the intelligence report, Rimei?"

Zen Monastery Director Shinsuke asked with a smile.

"You know who I am?" Rime frowned, staring at Zenji Jinsuke, trying to figure out what was going on.

So far, apart from "Xia Youjie", no one should know her true identity.

"What a brat, should I kill you?"

Zenji Jinsuke raised his hand and stroked his chin, pondering whether or not to kill this brat.

"If I were to kill you, do you think Su Nuo would avenge you?"

Zenji Jinsuke suddenly had an interesting thought: would Sukuna actually be angry about Rime's death?

"Ice Condensation Spell!"

Rime suddenly activated a spell, and a chill swept towards Zenji Jinsuke, instantly freezing the ground and sending countless ice spikes flying.

"Try it and you'll see. Bring your corpse to Su Nuo and see how he reacts."

Zenji Jinsuke stepped forward, clenched his fist with one hand, enveloped it in blazing blood and qi, and smashed the oncoming ice wall to pieces with a single punch.

The ice shattered, and Rime's figure had vanished.

Sensing Rime's rapid escape, Zenji Jinsuke smiled. "Can she get away?"

"Seven Seas—!!"

Just as Zenji Jinsuke was about to chase after Rime to kill her, the voice of Itajō from the large loudspeaker rang out, instantly spreading throughout Shibuya.

"Seven Seas—!!"

"Gojo-sensei—!!"

"He's been sealed away—!!"

The news of Gojo Satoru's sealing away reached everyone's ears.

Ijichi's expression changed instantly. "Gojo Satoru-san has been sealed away!?"

This is really bad news!

"Finally, I heard some good news, Ichiji. Remember to find a safe place to hide. I'm going in first."

Zenji Jinsuke's lips curled into a smile as he blurred into a blur and rushed toward the Shibuya Hikari Building.

"..." Ichichi.

Chapter 81 Successfully Sealing the Strongest Person of the Contemporary Era

Gojo Satoru went to the appointment alone and headed to the basement of the Shibuya Hikari Building, where he was held back by several top-tier cursed spirits.

The enemy used an entire train car full of artificial cursed spirits to wreak havoc in the overcrowded subway station.

In order to reduce casualties among ordinary humans, Gojo Satoru could only unleash his domain for 0.2 seconds. In just a few minutes, he used physical skills and enhanced ordinary curse power to exorcise all the thousands of artificial cursed spirits.

Such a heavy workload, coupled with the inability to use wide-range killing moves, made even Gojo Satoru, the strongest mage in the modern era, somewhat tired.

He hadn't felt this kind of exhaustion in many years; the last time he experienced this kind of exhaustion, he almost died.

This time, without exception, although he did not die, he was successfully sealed away by "Xia Youjie".

“I knew it, you could never be Jay.”

Locked by the prison gates, Gojo Satoru stared intently at the man in front of him who looked exactly like Natsumi Yuki.

His six eyes told him that the person in front of him was his best friend Xia Youjie, but the soul in his body was arguing that this guy could never be his best friend.

"You didn't hand over Xia Youjie's body to Ieiri Glass for disposal, did you?"

The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"This body has been a great help to me."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

After possessing another person's body, he can also use the spells engraved on the flesh, that is, use the spells of others.

Xia Youjie's spirit manipulation technique was exactly what he wanted, and this body also helped a lot in sealing Gojo Satoru.

Otherwise, how could he have so easily sealed away the strongest sorcerer of the era?

It's important to know that while the Prison Gate is said to be able to seal all things in the world, the prerequisite is that the sealed object must remain within the sealing area of ​​the Prison Gate for one minute after it is opened.

Although this minute refers to one minute in the mental world, besides Xia Youjie, it also includes the mental images of Xia Youjie, ...

"Of course, you don't need to worry. It's just a seal. You'll be out soon, in a hundred years... or a thousand years."

After all, you're too strong and would hinder my plans. I hope we can meet again in the new world.

Liao Pinjiao Bomu Caihou Ning

The strongest sorcerer of our time, possessing six eyes and limitless techniques, and being his adversary, will inevitably affect his plans.

Having finally made all the preparations, he didn't want his plans to be ruined by Gojo Satoru, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Ha, have you forgotten who defeated this body a year ago? And gave it a good beating."

Gojo Satoru smiled and stared at the flounder!

"Is it Yi Gu You Tai?"

The beard was evenly distributed and the railing was shrouded in mist.

“I didn’t find much charm in him.”

"Unconditional imitation technique, unfathomable curse power, but unfortunately... all of this is built on the constraint of retaining the soul of the one you love most. Clearly, he cannot become you."

Over a thousand years of history, the world has witnessed the transformation of the land into a vast and complex ecosystem, a testament to the resilience and resilience of its people.

"Yigu poses no threat to you, but you've overlooked one person. Given that guy's personality, if it were him in this situation, he would have mercilessly wiped you all out."

Gojo Satoru showed no concern whatsoever about being sealed away.

As long as that annoying guy is around, the Cursed Spirits will never be able to defeat the Sorcerers.

"I never expected to think of that guy at a time like this."

Gojo Satoru chuckled self-deprecatingly. It was only at times like this that people started to like that guy a little.

"You mean Zenin Jinsuke, right? His strength is undeniable, and he's a bit of a problem, but... if it's him, it shouldn't hinder my plans, right?"

The food was served to the children. ...

However, he wasn't worried at all. Just like with the two special-grade Egoku and Tsukumo Yuki, although they had some strength, he didn't need to take them seriously, let alone someone without any magical power.

"Really? I hope you don't run into him, otherwise you'll definitely hate him."

Gojo Satoru looked relaxed. That guy was hiding his true abilities better than anyone else. If he hadn't used force to push him, he probably would have just thought of him as a lazy bum with some skill.

"You don't need to worry about that. Now we should say goodnight, Gojo Satoru. Let's meet again in the new world."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or garbled document. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation wouldn't be meaningful.

It transformed into a tiny Rubik's Cube covered in eyes and landed on the Nightmare Seed.

The eyes slowly closed, signifying the end of the seal.

"This...it's unusable now, isn't it?"