Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 2

The Second Day of Transmigration

A week had passed since Gojo Satoru was sealed inside the Prison Realm. During this time, he had tried every method imaginable, yet he still couldn’t inflict any damage on the special grade cursed object.

Unlike the chaos outside, Gojo Satoru lay bored inside the Prison Realm, placing his hopes on his good students to find a way to break the seal and rescue him.

“That’s impossible, isn’t it? After all, even I, the strongest, can’t solve this thing.”

“Oh dear, oh dear, you have to believe in your students! Although they are struggling to protect themselves right now, you still have to believe they will come to save their adorable teacher.”

“Of course! I am their favorite, adorable Gojo-sensei. If I’m not around, they must miss me terribly.”

“But Yuji and the others must be fighting hard right now. I wonder when they’ll be able to rescue their favorite Gojo-sensei.”

Xue Yang, who had just been released by the black mist, saw a white-haired young man wearing a black blindfold talking to himself in the darkness, uttering words that Xue Yang couldn’t understand at all.

No, it wasn’t darkness; it was an enclosed space surrounded by black walls. Yet, due to some unknown principle, even though everything around them was black, it was still possible to see clearly, as if it were daytime.

Gojo Satoru was sitting right in the middle of this space. Rather than being the exact center of the space, it seemed that wherever Gojo Satoru was, that spot became the center because the space was so vast.

After confirming that the black mist was completely harmless to him, Xue Yang was about to step forward to have a friendly chat with Gojo Satoru, only to find that the man who had just been talking to himself was now standing right in front of him.

Although Xue Yang had been wandering since childhood, after the age of seven, due to his ruthless nature, he never lacked food, so his nutrition kept up. While not as tall as Lan Wangji and the others, he was still about six feet tall.

Yet, the man standing before him now—who was resting his right hand on his chin, seemingly sizing him up, though Xue Yang couldn’t tell if he could see anything with the blindfold on—was still half a head taller than him.

Xue Yang had a fearless temperament. Even though he guessed that this white-haired man was very powerful, seeing the other party’s face gradually getting closer, he couldn’t resist the urge to strike out and teach him a lesson.

Subconsciously, he tried to use Spiritual Energy, but found that although the Spiritual Energy was still present, he couldn’t use it no matter what. After realizing that Spiritual Energy was unusable, Xue Yang tried to borrow the power of the Stygian Tiger Seal, but the result was the same as with Spiritual Energy.

Gojo Satoru said, “Oh my, you possess powerful Cursed Energy but can’t use it? Did you just ‘awaken’?”

Xue Yang, still trying to use Spiritual Energy and the Stygian Tiger Seal, was confused by the string of incomprehensible gibberish that came out of the white-haired man’s mouth.

Xue Yang said, “Hey, what are you saying? Are you deliberately messing with me?”

Gojo Satoru was momentarily stunned upon hearing Xue Yang speak. Although he had guessed a little from the attire, hearing Xue Yang speak Chinese was still somewhat surprising. After all, there were few sorcerers in countries other than Japan, let alone one who, like him, had been sealed inside the Prison Realm.

Since Gojo Satoru frequently traveled abroad for work, he had learned many foreign languages, and Chinese was one of them.

Switching his language system, Gojo Satoru said, “I was saying, you seem to not know how to use the Cursed Energy inside your body.”

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru moved his face away from Xue Yang and sat cross-legged on the ground. Seeing his action, Xue Yang followed suit and sat down as well.

Xue Yang asked, “Cursed Energy? What is that? Also, you clearly know how to speak, so why were you babbling just now to fool me?”

Gojo Satoru replied, “How could I do something so boring? Saying that really hurts my feelings, you know.”

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru made a gesture of hanging his head and wiping away tears, making Xue Yang momentarily wonder if his assessment that the man was very strong was wrong.

Xue Yang said, “You still haven’t told me what the heck Cursed Energy is.”

Gojo Satoru said, “Cursed Energy, huh? It’s a bit troublesome to explain. Simply put, it’s the energy formed from the negative emotions you generate. But it’s an energy that only sorcerers can use, you see.”

“Sorcerers? What are those?”

Gojo Satoru brushed his hair back. “Ah, I have to explain again. It really is troublesome.”

“But, since I am the adorable, cool teacher Gojo Satoru, whom my students love the most, I can explain it to you,” he said, giving Xue Yang a wink.