Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 39

The mission location was an old apartment building filled with resentment due to a series of vicious murders. According to the observations from the Window, at most a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit was lurking there. But when Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang stepped into the building, which reeked of decay and blood, they immediately sensed something was wrong.

The cursed aura here was not simply a gathering of grudges; rather, it carried a sense of carefully woven, yet unreleased, treachery, like a prepared trap.

“Interesting,” Gojo Satoru pushed up his sunglasses, his Six Eyes scanning the dark corridor, a playful curve on his lips. “Looks like some guests knew we were coming and specially prepared a ‘surprise’.”

Xue Yang sniffed the air, his brow slightly furrowed. “The scent is wrong. It doesn’t smell like a naturally formed Cursed Spirit.”

The two proceeded cautiously. In a blood-stained room on the top floor, they found their target—a Cursed Spirit of an extremely peculiar form. It had no fixed shape, resembling a mass of black sludge that constantly writhed and shifted into various faces contorted in pain. The energy fluctuations emanating from its core had clearly reached Special Grade, but the nature of its power was unusually mixed, as if forcibly mashed together.

Even stranger, the Cursed Spirit did not immediately attack upon seeing them. Instead, it emitted a hoarse, intermittent sound, like a bad signal:

“Go…jo…Sa…to…ru…Xue…Yang…kill…”

“Oh? It can talk?” Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Xue Yang’s eyes narrowed. The Stygian Tiger Seal within him was particularly sensitive to entities filled with resentment and traces of manipulation. He stepped forward. Instead of attacking immediately, he fully activated the power of the Stygian Tiger Seal, mixing it with his own rule of enforced command. Like invisible shackles, it abruptly enveloped the Special Grade Cursed Spirit!

“Kneel! Answer my questions!” Xue Yang commanded coldly.

Under the influence of Xue Yang’s Domain rule (though not fully deployed, the power of the rule was already manifesting), the massive body of the Cursed Spirit trembled violently. The distorted faces let out painful wails. It struggled, but before the tyrannical power of the Stygian Tiger Seal, which originated from a higher level of resentment control, its resistance melted away like ice and snow.

Finally, it submitted. Its massive body prostrated itself on the floor, emitting a muffled but much clearer voice:

“Kenjaku…sama…created…me…to monitor…you…wait…for the time…”

Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang exchanged glances, seeing the understanding in each other’s eyes. It was Kenjaku’s doing, as expected!

“What is his plan?” Gojo Satoru asked.

The Cursed Spirit confessed intermittently: Kenjaku’s injuries had not fully healed, but he could not wait any longer. He planned to use multiple artificially created curse nodes similar to this one to attract the attention of Gojo Satoru and Jujutsu High, creating chaos. His true goal was to forcibly raid the underground vault and retrieve Geto Suguru’s body during the new moon night three days from now, taking advantage of the dispersed defenses of Jujutsu High! He had even found a way to temporarily bypass some barriers and lure Principal Yaga away.

“New moon night… bypassing barriers…” Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, a glint in his eyes. “He really is a ‘thoughtful’ opponent, telling us even the time of his action.”

Xue Yang looked at the Cursed Spirit kneeling on the ground, a calculating light flashing in his amber eyes. He crouched down and whispered a few words to the Cursed Spirit. The power of the Stygian Tiger Seal, like the most precise carving tool, left an extremely subtle mental imprint in the Cursed Spirit’s core.

“Go back. Tell your ‘Kenjaku-sama’ that Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang have been tied up, and the plan should proceed as normal,” Xue Yang commanded. “Afterward, report his movements to me at any time.”

The Cursed Spirit nodded woodenly, then transformed into a puddle of black water, seeping into the floor and vanishing.

“Making it a mole?” Gojo Satoru looked at Xue Yang, his eyes full of appreciation. “That’s a good idea.”

Xue Yang stood up, brushing non-existent dust from his hands, and sneered, “Since he likes playing dirty, let’s see who plays it better.”

Luring the Prey into the Urn

Upon returning to Jujutsu High, Gojo Satoru immediately held a private meeting with Principal Yaga. Based on the intelligence Xue Yang received via the mole Cursed Spirit (Kenjaku was indeed actively preparing and firmly believed the false report that Gojo Satoru was tied up), a precise trap targeting Kenjaku was quickly formulated.

They decided to play along, deliberately having Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang make high-profile appearances at several “curse nodes” marked by Kenjaku over the next two days, creating the illusion of being exhausted and tied up. Simultaneously, Principal Yaga cooperated by “coincidentally” needing to leave Jujutsu High briefly for an “emergency meeting” just before the new moon night.

The internal defenses of Jujutsu High appeared normal, but in the core area, especially the path leading to the underground vault, Gojo Satoru had secretly laid down layers of superimposed, extremely subtle trigger-based barriers and binding talismans. The entire Jujutsu High was like a giant net quietly spread out, waiting only for the prey to step in.

The new moon night arrived as scheduled.

There was no moon in the sky, only thick, inky clouds, making the air suffocatingly heavy. Jujutsu High was silent; even the sound of insects had disappeared.

A shadow deeper than the night and with its aura suppressed to the extreme, like a drop of ink dissolving in water, silently infiltrated the Jujutsu High barrier. It was Kenjaku! Relying on his familiarity with Jujutsu High and his carefully prepared shielding techniques, he avoided regular patrols and moved precisely toward the underground vault.

His heart was filled with the excitement of impending success and a subtle, hard-to-detect unease. Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang had been successfully lured away, and Yaga was absent. This was the best opportunity! As long as he got Geto Suguru’s body…

However, just as he was about to touch the heavy iron door of the vault, the situation changed abruptly!

The surrounding space suddenly twisted and shifted! The familiar sight of the rusted furnace did not appear. Instead, there was a scene he had never witnessed, one of greater horror and despair—skeletons littered the ground, resentment soared into the sky, and countless distorted phantom spirits shrieked silently in the darkness!

Hundred Ghosts’ Burial Mounds!

Xue Yang’s Domain, without any warning, fully deployed, completely enveloping Kenjaku and the space around him!

“How is this possible?! You weren’t…” Kenjaku was horrified. He spun around, only to see Xue Yang standing silently on a small hill piled with corpses. His sword, Calamity, glowed with a cold light, and his amber eyes, illuminated by the Domain, were as icy as the deepest abyss.

And Gojo Satoru was leaning casually against a twisted dead tree at the edge of the Domain, hands in his pockets, the gaze behind his sunglasses filled with mockery, as if watching a play whose ending was already known.

“Surprised? Unexpected?” Gojo Satoru greeted him with a smile. “We’ve been waiting for you, old turtle.”

Kenjaku instantly understood that he had fallen into a trap! The Cursed Spirit that reported back had been controlled long ago! All his actions had been within their calculations!

“Bastards!” Kenjaku was both shocked and enraged. He tried to use his escape technique, but was horrified to find that in this bizarre Domain, space seemed completely locked down. All his escape techniques were ineffective! The compulsory “command” rule, like an invisible mire, tightly wrapped around him, making it extremely difficult even to mobilize his Cursed Energy!

“In my Domain, I make the rules.” Xue Yang’s voice was not loud, but it carried absolute authority. He raised Calamity and pointed it at Kenjaku. “Now, kneel and surrender.”

The Domain rule activated at full power! Kenjaku felt an irresistible immense force applied to his soul and body, forcing him to kneel toward Xue Yang. He struggled frantically, the stitches on his forehead bursting open from the strain, oozing dark blood. This already frail new body groaned under the unbearable pressure.

“Never!!!” Kenjaku let out a hysterical roar. He burned his remaining innate Cursed Energy, trying to forcibly break through the Domain’s restraints! Black, ominous Cursed Energy surged out of his body like boiling asphalt, fighting against the rules of the Hundred Ghosts’ Burial Mounds!

The Domain’s scenery began to fluctuate violently. The mountains of corpses and seas of blood trembled slightly, and the wails of the vengeful spirits became even more piercing. Xue Yang’s face also turned slightly pale. Maintaining the Domain and fully suppressing a Special Grade Cursed User fighting for his life was an immense burden on him.

“Looks like we need to turn up the heat.” Gojo Satoru dropped his smile and straightened up. He raised his hand, and a point of extremely concentrated energy, radiating destructive power, condensed on his fingertip—Hollow Purple!

“Game over, Kenjaku.” Gojo Satoru’s voice was cold, like a death sentence.

Feeling the terrifying power of Hollow Purple, which could annihilate everything, Kenjaku’s eyes finally showed complete despair and madness. He knew he couldn’t escape!

“Gojo Satoru!!! Xue Yang!!! Don’t get complacent!!!” Kenjaku shrieked, his voice distorted. “Even if I die… the curses… will not disappear!!! This world… will eventually…”

His words abruptly cut off.

The Hollow Purple on Gojo Satoru’s fingertip instantly appeared before Kenjaku, as if traversing space. The moment that tiny point of energy touched his body, it violently erupted!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint hum that seemed to swallow the soul. Kenjaku’s body, along with his struggling soul, was rapidly decomposed and dissipated by the extremely concentrated repulsive force, like a pencil drawing erased by a rubber, starting from his limbs. He turned into fundamental particles, completely annihilated within the Hundred Ghosts’ Burial Mounds Domain.

Not a single trace of residue remained.

The thousand-year schemer, Kenjaku, was utterly destroyed in this battle.

The Domain slowly dissipated, and the surroundings returned to the normal appearance of Jujutsu High at night. Xue Yang breathed slightly, retracting Calamity. His face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

Gojo Satoru walked over to him, supporting his slightly swaying body, his tone carrying approval and a hint of subtle concern. “Well done.”

Xue Yang leaned against him, feeling the supporting strength, and looked at the spot where Kenjaku had vanished, letting out a cold snort. “He got off easy, dying so cleanly.”

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, rubbing his hair. “As long as the result is good.”

Principal Yaga’s figure appeared not far away. He looked at the two unharmed individuals and the completely calm scene, letting out a sigh of relief and nodding.

One of the greatest threats had finally been eliminated. The dark cloud hanging over the Jujutsu world seemed to have partially dissipated.

Gojo Satoru put his arm around Xue Yang and looked at the still dark sky in the distance, saying softly, “Let’s go, home.”

This time, Xue Yang did not object. He simply adjusted his posture slightly, making himself more comfortable leaning against him.

The word “home” no longer sounded so jarring.

And the future, though still full of unknown challenges, at least at this moment, relying on each other, they were ready to face anything.