Savior Suguru Geto

Li De’s eyes were gloomy, as if all life had already left him.

The dead stillness in his gaze made the long-haired man in Black Noir robes curl his lips into a smile.

"Treasure that desire of yours to destroy everything in this world. That… is the power of your revenge."

At this moment, Li De radiated hatred so intense it was almost visible. Twistedness, rage, resentment, injustice—every kind of negative emotion intertwined, mixed with self-blame and self-destructive impulses. In Suguru Geto’s eyes, they were the finest catalyst.

A catalyst capable of turning a useless monkey into a rare weapon.

Suguru Geto jumped down from the enormous bird-shaped cursed spirit, and Li De was shaken off its body as well.

Suguru Geto brought this monkey, who had successfully escaped Silent City: Tokyo, to Kyoto—or rather, the final imperial residence of Japan’s saviors.

"Li De, welcome to the savior’s sanctuary—the Kyoto headquarters of the Star Religious Group."

Suguru Geto waved a hand, and several sorcerers draped in white cloaks emerged. The one in front had shoulder-length hair and dark circles so severe that makeup could barely conceal them.

"Shoko, treat his injuries. I have a feeling this monkey will be useful."

Numbly, Li De followed Shoko Ieiri into the shrine built atop the mountain.

Shoko Ieiri put a cigarette back between her lips and skillfully used Reverse Cursed Technique. By reversing cursed energy, whose essence was intensely negative energy, negative became positive, turning into powerful positive energy that healed him. Li De’s collapsed chest and abdomen rapidly began to recover, and the half of his face that had been cut away grew back.

But while wounds on the body could heal, what about those in the heart?

What filled his mind was still the sight of Li Chang desperately grabbing the Hannya Masked Swordsman, only to be cut in half by a sharp blade. Then there was An Xiu, her nose and mouth bleeding in the deep underground passage as she forcibly activated her ability, teleporting him through that impossibly narrow passage.

All he could do was watch as a spear pierced through An Xiu’s throat.

So weak. I’m so weak…

I hate this. I hate it!

Li De suddenly roared and slammed his fists into the ground. With every blow, the earth shook violently, as though an earthquake had struck.

But that strength was nowhere near enough. They had been lucky enough to find teammates with whom they could entrust their lives to each other. They had clearly agreed to support one another and make it to the end together.

The three of them had never been greedy or evil. They had even occasionally offered what help they could to the Reincarnators they encountered.

So why did Li Chang and An Xiu have to die?

Why did he have to survive?

Questions like these were like a black serpent, binding Li De completely. It coiled around his neck and left him unable to breathe.

"Hate."

Shoko’s voice was flat and devoid of emotion. Li De instinctively raised his head. Shoko looked at him and repeated herself.

"If you want revenge, then hate."

"Even if you die, even if you become a special-grade cursed spirit, take your revenge."

"I haven’t seen that kind of resolve in you yet."

After saying that, she lowered her head and briefly finished treating Li De’s wounds. Then she turned and opened the door. Just as she was about to step outside, she paused and said,

"Did you see that thing?"

Li De had no interest whatsoever in interacting with Plot Characters right now, so he did not respond.

Seeing his reaction, Shoko Ieiri gave a self-mocking smile.

"If they had really seen what Gojo looks like now, none of them should have survived."

Shoko left the room and passed through the crowd of Jujutsu Sorcerers. She crossed a hall filled with figures who had once been called the great people supporting the order of this nation.

Yes, once…

Everything had changed after that day, when someone used the massacre of thirty-three thousand people in Tokyo as a prelude, then detonated an unimaginably massive barrier. Satoru Gojo went to repel the enemy, only to perish within the barrier.

Afterward, the boundary between yin and yang forces in Tokyo was shattered. Massive numbers of cursed spirits began appearing throughout the city, and the balance of power between cursed spirits and Jujutsu Sorcerers was completely broken.

The Jujutsu Sorcerers who should have grown stronger alongside the cursed spirits, and the next Six Eyes Sorcerer who should have been born after the death of the Six Eyes Sorcerer—none of them changed in the slightest, as if by some bizarre force.

The balance of the world had been broken. At the place in Tokyo where Satoru Gojo had fallen, a terrifying curse began to spread. A phenomenon that might have been called a Spirit Disaster during the Heian Period began to appear.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons had become reality.

The Jujutsu World collapsed after the Zenin Clan was wiped out in an instant. Vast numbers of its living forces were wounded or annihilated.

No one could have known that the one who ultimately stepped forward, shattered the barrier from outside, and rescued these Jujutsu Sorcerers from the Jujutsu World…

Was Suguru Geto, who had already become the leader of the Star Religious Group—the traitor who had once declared he would slaughter every ordinary person.

Suguru Geto, who had once been called the strongest alongside Satoru Gojo, saved the upper ranks of the ordinary world, including the prime minister, in his capacity as leader of the Star Religious Group, while allowing the upper ranks of the Jujutsu World to suffer devastating losses.

In the end, the Star Religious Group became what was now known as the Savior Church.

This was not Suguru Geto boasting. It was the recognition of Japan’s prime minister.

A self-mocking smile remained on Shoko Ieiri’s face.

Satoru Gojo, who should have been like an arbiter, single-handedly breaking the balance between cursed spirits and Jujutsu Sorcerers to give the sorcerers an overwhelming advantage, had now died miserably. And at the place of his death, the most terrifying curse in history had been born. Perhaps before long, it would awaken as the King of Curses.

Then it would completely destroy the resistance of humanity and Jujutsu Sorcerers alike.

"Please, Mr. President, you must approve the Nuclear Bombing Plan."

"Yes, we have confirmed that no living forces remain in Tokyo."

"A nuclear strike is our most effective plan for ending this disaster!"

Japan’s prime minister was sincerely asking America’s president to launch a nuclear weapon at Tokyo.

The sight only made the mocking smile on Shoko Ieiri’s face deepen.

She arrived at the innermost room, where Suguru Geto was waiting.

"You know a nuclear strike won’t work, yet you’re letting them do whatever they want?"

Shoko’s tone did not sound like an attempt to dissuade him. It sounded more as though she no longer cared about anything.

Suguru Geto looked at Li De, who stood behind Shoko Ieiri. The man was deeply trapped in negative emotions. He was useful material.

"A nuclear strike is useless against cursed spirits, but it can awaken the fear buried deep within the souls of the tens of millions of monkeys still alive in this country."

"And that fear is very useful."

Suguru Geto smiled.

"After all, if I’m to fight an enemy like Gojo, I have no confidence without cursed spirits born from fear of that magnitude at my command."

"Satoru Gojo was the strongest."

Suguru Geto pointed one hand at the sky and one at the earth, imitating the pose Satoru Gojo had worn in his memories.

But the smile on his lips soon faded.

He was not Satoru Gojo, after all. He could neither understand nor give rise to such intense emotions. That confidence and arrogance constantly emanating from Gojo’s very bones—perhaps that was the true reason Satoru Gojo could declare himself supreme throughout heaven and earth.

For Jujutsu Sorcerers, rationality was not a good thing. The intense emotions born from one’s bones, emotions that reason could not suppress, were the finest aptitude a Jujutsu Sorcerer could possess.

You have triggered the hidden faction quest: Trial of the Millennial Sorcerer

Quest Description: To stand alongside a millennial sorcerer, mastering cursed energy is essential. Survive Kenjaku's trial and master cursed energy.

Success Reward: Obtain special energy system: Cursed Energy

Failure Penalty: Faction reputation drops below zero, and you incur Kenjaku's hostility.

Bai Cangshu walked out of the Itadori residence. The sun was already at its highest point in the sky. Yuji Itadori had prepared lunch and warmly invited Bai Cangshu to eat with him.

But Bai Cangshu merely glanced at the pitiful boy, shook his head, and left the courtyard.

Yuji Itadori was Kenjaku’s greatest trump card at the moment. If he said anything unnecessary, he might be assassinated by this millennial sorcerer.

From Kenjaku, Bai Cangshu had roughly figured out the changes and developments of this world, combining them with the Reincarnator mentioned in the world description.

Most likely, at some point after Suguru Geto defected but before he launched the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, a group of Reincarnators had descended into this world because of a mission.

The Reincarnators’ arrival had affected Suguru Geto’s faction, the faction of the Jujutsu World’s upper ranks, Tokyo Jujutsu High, and more. It should have been a scenario of chaotic faction warfare.

But the Reincarnator numbered DM66616387 had used some unknown special ability to Curse Kill thirty-three thousand Tokyo citizens, then used that to create a special barrier that shattered the balance between the powers of the yin and yang worlds.

Then the Six Eyes Sorcerer, regarded as the one maintaining the balance of power between Jujutsu Sorcerers and cursed spirits—the strongest of the modern era, Satoru Gojo—took action, only to perish within the barrier by means no one understood.

According to Kenjaku’s speculation, it had to be some incomparably evil Curse Kill. When Satoru Gojo died, his resentment had poured back into him, and he had been eroded by Tokyo’s environment. His corpse and spirit body had become the embryo of the King of Curses.

This was different from Two-faced Shōnen. Two-faced Shōnen had been an inhuman being from birth. During the Heian Period, when Jujutsu was at its peak, he established his dominance. After his death, his cursed energy was so powerful that his fingers became special cursed objects.

Strictly speaking, the King of Curses had not turned into a cursed spirit himself. Rather, his fingers had become vessels for cursed spirits due to the overwhelming cursed energy they contained.

And with the power of enough fingers, Two-faced Shōnen could be awakened.

Satoru Gojo, however, was about to have his own spirit become the King of Curses.

Kenjaku feared the mysterious person who had killed Satoru Gojo that day, and he likewise feared the Six Eyes Sorcerer who was about to become the King of Curses. He could not even imagine who would be capable of exorcising such a cursed spirit if it were born.

Therefore, he had to keep Yuji Itadori at his side. To that end, he had not hesitated to abandon other bodies and choose the aged body of Wasuke Itadori.

At the same time, he had secretly obtained ten fingers, ready to revive Two-faced Shōnen at any moment.

Bai Cangshu left the Itadori home and came alone to a warehouse. That old pickup truck was parked outside it.

This was where Yuji Itadori kept the "patients," and it had also been arranged by Kenjaku.

For an ordinary person to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, possessing cursed energy and a cursed technique were the two basic requirements.

As for the Jujutsu World’s definition of cursed energy, most people actually possessed some amount of it. Their levels were simply so low that they could not even see cursed spirits.

As for Bai Cangshu, whether because of his innate aptitude or because he currently possessed an Energy attribute of 7 and the special milestone of Spirit Sight—

At the very least, in Kenjaku’s eyes, he had exceptional potential to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

A millennial sorcerer’s trial for newcomers was simple and brutal.

To use cursed energy, one naturally had to learn to control one’s emotions and the flow of those emotions and cursed energy. Nothing was more effective than facing a group of cursed spirits that had already been born or were about to be born.

Either learn to control cursed energy and exorcise the cursed spirits.

Or… die.