Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 16

Day Sixteen of Transmigration

A mission file marked “Special Grade” and explicitly stating “Gojo Satoru Must Execute” was delivered to Jujutsu High. Gojo Satoru glanced at it. The location was an abandoned sanatorium in Hokkaido, completely deserted due to large-scale, unknown curse contamination. It was said that a curse nest, similar to a Domain, had formed there. All “Windows” (scout personnel) who entered either suffered complete mental breakdowns or vanished entirely.

“Tch, what a pain,” Gojo Satoru grumbled, though his eyes showed little seriousness. His annoyance stemmed mostly from being forcibly assigned the task.

Xue Yang happened to wander over and caught sight of the words “Special Grade,” “Nest,” and “Mental Contamination” on the file. His amber eyes instantly lit up, like a shark smelling blood.

“This looks interesting,” he said, pointing at the file, his tone carrying undeniable enthusiasm. “I want to go.”

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s Special Grade, you know? Very dangerous. Little guy should stay at Jujutsu High and play games.”

Xue Yang scoffed, revealing his sharp canines. “Don’t give me that. If you can go, I can go. Besides,” he paused, a flash of cunning in his eyes, “what if you get trapped? You’d need me to save you, wouldn’t you?”

Gojo Satoru was amused by his cheekiness, but then he considered that taking Xue Yang to see the world and observing his performance under genuine high-pressure conditions wouldn’t be a bad idea. “Fine, but you have to stick close to me. Don’t run off.”

The two traveled in the auxiliary supervisor’s car and arrived before the abandoned sanatorium in Hokkaido, which was completely shrouded in a gloomy, blackish-gray cursed aura. Even in the daytime, the light here was dim, and the air was thick with a viscous, nauseating sense of despair, as if even the wind carried wails.

“Wow, this resentment… it’s potent,” Xue Yang took a deep breath. Far from feeling uncomfortable, he seemed somewhat excited. The Stygian Tiger Seal inside him also felt slightly warm due to the dense, homologous energy.

Gojo Satoru adjusted his sunglasses. His pale blue Six Eyes had already seen through the surrounding cursed mist. “There’s a lot of stuff inside. Stick close.”

The moment they stepped into the sanatorium, the surrounding scenery twisted. The originally dilapidated corridor stretched infinitely, and distorted human faces emerged as bas-reliefs on the walls, emitting silent screams. Low-grade Cursed Spirits surged from all directions like a tide, grotesque in form and radiating waves of maddening mental contamination.

Gojo Satoru didn’t even bother using a technique. He simply waved his arm casually, and the faint applications of the invisible Lapse: Blue or Reversal: Red crushed the approaching Cursed Spirits. He moved more like he was taking a leisurely stroll, his attention mostly focused on observing Xue Yang.

Xue Yang’s fighting style was completely different from his. He didn’t use any obvious jujutsu. Instead, he wrapped his own ominous black Cursed Energy around his fists and feet, moving like a phantom as he weaved through the horde of Cursed Spirits. His attacks were extremely efficient, targeting the Cursed Spirits’ cores or energy nodes, often causing a Grade 3 or even Grade 2 Cursed Spirit to dissipate with a single strike. What was even more remarkable was that he seemed completely unaffected by the mental contamination. His amber eyes held only calm assessment and the thrill of the hunt.

“End of the left corridor, there’s a big one,” Gojo Satoru suddenly warned, having already sensed a powerful energy source.

Upon hearing this, Xue Yang immediately shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. Gojo Satoru followed unhurriedly behind him.

The end of the corridor led to what was once a large hall, but it was now occupied by a massive Cursed Spirit composed of countless hospital beds, wheelchairs, and twisted medical equipment. It radiated intense resentment and the oppressive feeling of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit. Its core was a dark energy mass that constantly writhed and emitted piercing shrieks.

The Special Grade Cursed Spirit noticed the living intruders and immediately launched an attack. Countless rusted metal instruments shot out like a rainstorm, while a powerful mental shockwave surged toward the two of them like a tangible tide.

Gojo Satoru was about to make a move, but he saw Xue Yang advance instead of retreating. The black Cursed Energy around him surged violently, but this time, he didn’t attack. Instead, he formed a strange hand seal (not one from the jujutsu world) with both hands and began chanting. The Stygian Tiger Seal inside him vibrated intensely, and an aura far colder and more domineering than his own Cursed Energy spread out.

“Command!” Xue Yang roared.

An incredible scene unfolded. The metal rainstorm and mental shockwave, which had been violently assaulting them, suddenly stalled upon contact with the special aura Xue Yang emitted. The massive body of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit began to tremble violently, letting out confused and terrified whimpers. The dark energy mass at its core flickered wildly, seemingly struggling against some invisible force.

Sweat beaded on Xue Yang’s forehead; clearly, controlling this Special Grade Cursed Spirit was extremely taxing for him. He gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and intensified the activation of the Stygian Tiger Seal.

“Kneel!” he commanded the Cursed Spirit.

The enormous Cursed Spirit, made of resentment and machinery, let out a cry of unwillingness, but its massive body actually began to slowly lower itself. The metallic tentacles that had been thrashing menacingly also drooped weakly. Although it was still trembling and resisting, it was clearly suppressed by Xue Yang’s power.

The easy smile on Gojo Satoru’s face instantly vanished. His Six Eyes behind the sunglasses clearly “saw” the entire process. He saw how the “anomaly” (the Stygian Tiger Seal) inside Xue Yang, which did not belong to the Cursed Energy system and emitted an aura of extreme malice and resentment, was influencing and even forcibly commanding this Special Grade Cursed Spirit! This was not simple exorcism; this was… subjugation!

“Enough,” Gojo Satoru said, simultaneously raising his hand, condensing a point of destructive energy, Hollow Purple, at his fingertip.

Hearing this, Xue Yang’s concentration wavered, and his control over the Cursed Spirit instantly weakened. The Cursed Spirit immediately struggled to fight back.

But Gojo Satoru gave it no chance. The tiny point of Hollow Purple shot out instantly, accurately hitting the dark energy mass at the Cursed Spirit’s core.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint sound, like a bubble popping. The massive body of the Cursed Spirit instantly froze, and then, starting from the core, it rapidly dissipated into fundamental curse particles, utterly annihilated, as if erased by an eraser.

The suffocating oppression in the hall suddenly vanished.

Gojo Satoru walked up to the slightly panting Xue Yang, looking down at him, his gaze sharp as a knife. “You can control Cursed Spirits?”

Xue Yang regulated his breathing, wiped the sweat from his brow, and met Gojo Satoru’s gaze. He didn’t deny it, instead replying with a hint of provocation, “You know now? Isn’t this much more interesting than just fighting and killing?”

Gojo Satoru was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed—not his usual careless laugh, but one filled with the excitement and calculation of someone who had discovered a new continent.

“Interesting… this is too interesting!” He threw an arm around Xue Yang’s shoulder, the force making Xue Yang stumble slightly. “It looks like the previous teaching plan needs to be completely scrapped, Xue Yang.”

“Your ability is fundamentally not ordinary jujutsu. Wielding resentment, controlling curses… this is a power that overturns the existing system.” Gojo Satoru’s speech quickened, his mind racing. “The previous physical training and Cursed Energy basics were fine, but not enough. You need to learn more refined energy manipulation, how to use your ‘treasure’ (referring to the Stygian Tiger Seal) more efficiently, how to distinguish the essence and weaknesses of different Cursed Spirits to better control them, and even… how to use controlled Cursed Spirits for combat and reconnaissance!”

He looked at Xue Yang, his eyes burning. “Starting tomorrow, the special training is upgraded. I will personally teach you how to maximize this ‘talent’ of yours.”

Xue Yang stared at the undisguised admiration and a certain kind of “I am not alone” fervor in Gojo Satoru’s eyes, momentarily stunned. He had expected Gojo Satoru to be wary, to question the origin of the Stygian Tiger Seal, or even to become more guarded around him.

But none of that happened. Gojo Satoru was simply excited, planning how to make him stronger and how to better utilize this “dangerous” power.

Xue Yang lowered his eyelashes, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes. When he looked up again, he had reverted to his usual defiant demeanor. “Suit yourself. But the tuition is doubled. One year of sweets isn’t enough; I want three years.”

Gojo Satoru burst into laughter, vigorously ruffling his hair. “Deal! Come on, my human Cursed Spirit Manipulator. Mission complete. Teacher is taking you out for the most famous cheesecake in Sapporo to celebrate!”

The shadows of the abandoned sanatorium were left behind. Gojo Satoru’s plan for Xue Yang’s development was completely rewritten in his mind. A Xue Yang who could control Cursed Spirits—his potential and the changes he could bring about far exceeded Gojo’s initial imagination. And Xue Yang, under Gojo Satoru’s unreserved (and perhaps slightly excessive) support, vaguely felt that a path completely different from his previous life was unfolding before him.