Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 6
byDay Six of Crossing Over
“Crack…”
An extremely faint, yet undeniably clear, sound of shattering entered both their perceptions.
Gojo Satoru’s Six Eyes instantly focused, locking onto the source of the sound—a hair-thin crack that had just spread across the inner wall of the Prison Realm. Along the edge of the crack, Xue Yang’s pitch-black, highly corrosive Cursed Energy drilled in like a living thing, constantly eroding and expanding the fissure.
“Ha!” Xue Yang was stunned for a moment, then burst into excited laughter. “Did you see that?! I told you! This damn box can’t hold me!”
He held nothing back, his entire body’s Cursed Energy surging toward the crack like a bursting dam. A chilling, tyrannical aura filled the entire space, causing even Gojo Satoru to feel a slight discomfort.
“Crunch… crunch-crunch-crunch…”
More and more cracks appeared, spreading rapidly like a spiderweb. A faint but real sliver of light from the outside world seeped through the gaps, stinging eyes that had long been accustomed to darkness.
“Now!” Gojo Satoru whispered fiercely. Although he couldn’t directly destroy the structure of the Prison Realm like Xue Yang, his power was enough to completely tear it apart once a flaw appeared!
Limitless Cursed Technique—pushed to its absolute limit at this moment!
An attack from both inside and out!
On one side was the brutal, destructive impact of Xue Yang’s strange, heterodox Cursed Energy, and on the other was Gojo Satoru’s precisely controlled power of Unlimited Void, acting upon the very essence of space.
“BOOM—!!!”
A deafening explosion echoed through the sky! The Prison Realm, once an indestructible Special Grade Cursed Object, burst open like a balloon stretched to its limit, fragments mixing with a violent Cursed Energy shockwave that sprayed wildly in all directions!
The light was blinding.
Gojo Satoru and Xue Yang leaped out of the center of the explosion almost simultaneously, landing on a scene of utter devastation. The long-missed fresh air rushed into their lungs, carrying the scent of gunpowder and blood. The sky was real, the earth was real, and even the roar of battle coming from not far away was real.
Gojo Satoru instantly adjusted to the light, his Six Eyes acting like the most precise radar, instantly sweeping the entire battlefield. Ruined walls, billowing smoke, ordinary people fleeing in panic, and… the nauseating, massive Cursed Energy belonging to the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Mahito!
His gaze instantly locked onto the center of the fight.
Nanami Kento, his meticulous and trustworthy junior, was currently half-kneeling on the ground. His blonde hair was stained with dust and blood, his glasses were shattered, and his left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly fractured. He was gasping heavily, his Cursed Energy almost depleted, but he still gripped his short-handled Cursed Tool, the “Nanami Blade,” his eyes fixed forward with determination.
And in front of Nanami Kento, Mahito, wearing a twisted, joyful smile, slowly raised his hand. The hand began to deform, emitting an ominous glow—Idle Transfiguration! His target was the soul of the now defenseless Nanami Kento!
“Nanamin!” Gojo Satoru’s voice was icy cold, carrying a trace of almost imperceptible urgency.
Everything happened too fast; from the moment the Prison Realm shattered to assessing the battlefield situation, only an instant had passed.
Mahito’s hand was about to touch Nanami Kento’s forehead.
“Tch, seeing something disgusting the moment I get out.” An impatient voice sounded.
Almost simultaneously with the voice, a streak of Cursed Energy, pitch-black and fast as lightning, struck Mahito’s transforming arm with precision, arriving before Gojo Satoru could intervene!
“Pfft!”
There was no violent explosion, only a grating, corrosive sound. Mahito’s tough arm, woven from countless souls, was easily torn and dissolved by the black Cursed Energy, like a hot knife through butter!
“Agh—!” Mahito cried out in pain, quickly retreating, looking at the source of the attack with shock and uncertainty.
He saw two people. One was a tall man in a Jujutsu High uniform, his eyes covered by a black blindfold, his white hair spiking up—Gojo Satoru! How could he be here?! Where was the Prison Realm?!
The other was a handsome but sinister-looking youth wearing strange black robes. The youth toyed with the residual black Cursed Energy on his fingertips, his face showing undisguised disgust and killing intent. “That thing just now felt truly repulsive.”
“Gojo… Satoru?!” Mahito’s voice trembled with disbelief. The panic of having his plan ruined, coupled with wariness toward that strange attack, instantly filled his mind.
Gojo Satoru ignored Mahito. He took a step, and the space seemed to contract beneath his feet, instantly appearing in front of Nanami Kento, his back to him.
“Yo, Nanamin, you look pretty rough.” Gojo Satoru’s tone returned to its usual lightheartedness, but his tight jawline showed he was not as calm as he appeared.
Nanami Kento looked at the familiar back before him, and his tightly strung nerves finally relaxed. He slumped to the ground, his voice hoarse: “You bastard finally came out.” The relief of surviving made him almost speechless.
“Ah, I was locked in time-out for a bit.” Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, then turned to Mahito. Although his eyes were covered, the invisible gaze made Mahito feel unprecedented pressure. “However, it seems I came out just in time.”
His gaze swept over Mahito’s arm, which had been corroded by Xue Yang’s Cursed Energy and couldn’t be instantly regenerated. He then glanced at Xue Yang, who wore an expression of “I just found him disgusting,” and his heart stirred slightly. This “companion” from another world, though dangerous and uncontrollable, was indeed astonishingly powerful.
“Gojo Satoru… and that strange guy…” Mahito quickly calmed down, and the cunning of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit began to work. “Things just got interesting.”
“Interesting?” Gojo Satoru smiled, a cold, humorless smile. “What interesting thing do you think is going to happen next? Is it the way you’ll be exorcised that will be interesting?”
Before his words finished, Gojo Satoru’s figure vanished abruptly!
The next moment, he appeared in front of Mahito, his fist, wrapped in immense Cursed Energy, hurtling toward Mahito’s face with a shriek that tore the air!
“Blue!”
A terrifying suction force erupted, compressing the air and even the space around Mahito inward, restricting his movement.
Mahito’s pupils contracted. His body twisted like liquid, attempting to evade the fatal blow. He specialized in soul manipulation, but his physical strength was far from enough to withstand a direct attack from Gojo Satoru.
However, Gojo Satoru’s attack was merely a feint!
As Mahito focused all his energy on dealing with the suction of “Blue” and Gojo Satoru’s iron fist, an even more insidious and swift black shadow silently circled behind him like a poisonous snake.
It was Xue Yang! He had stealthily moved into the optimal attack position, his fingertips clutching several talismans that glowed with ominous black light—his unique attack method, saturated with resentment and malice.
“Go!”
The talismans shot out, not directly attacking Mahito’s body, but instantly sinking into the shadow beneath his feet!
“Ugh, ah—!”
Mahito let out a piercing scream, feeling his Cursed Energy core, and even the parts connected to his soul, being invaded and frozen by an extremely cold and malicious force! His movements instantly stiffened!
“What is this?” Xue Yang licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile. “A little interesting.”
This momentary rigidity was more than enough for Gojo Satoru.
“Cursed Technique Reversal—’Red’.”
A massive repulsive force, like a red meteor, accurately slammed into Mahito’s chest, which he couldn’t evade!
“BOOM—!!”
Mahito’s body flew backward like a broken kite. Half of his chest was pulverized by the impact of “Red.” His body began to collapse and reassemble in mid-air, but the interference from Xue Yang’s strange Cursed Energy made the process extremely unstable.
“Impossible… you two…” Mahito’s consciousness began to blur. He felt the threat of death. These two—one with overwhelmingly brute strength, the other with wickedly strange methods—their coordination was nonexistent, yet the absolute disparity in power made even escape difficult.
Gojo Satoru gave him no chance to breathe, his figure flashing again.
“Game over.”
He extended his hand, his palm aimed at the struggling Mahito in the air.
“Hollow Technique—’Purple’.”
An indescribable, destructive energy began to converge. Space itself trembled and wailed. It was power capable of annihilating everything.
Mahito felt unprecedented terror. He desperately pushed his Cursed Energy, trying to split and flee.
However, Xue Yang’s black Cursed Energy, clinging like a maggot to the bone, still wrapped around his soul fragments, greatly slowing his speed of reassembly and division.
“No—!!!”
In Mahito’s desperate shriek, the purple-black energy sphere, containing ultimate destructive power, completely engulfed him.
When the light dissipated, all that remained was a massive crater and the lingering, dissipating cursed aura in the air. Special Grade Cursed Spirit Mahito was thus exorcised.
The battlefield fell silent for a moment.
Gojo Satoru slowly descended, walking to the edge of the deep pit, confirming Mahito’s complete disappearance. He turned and looked at Xue Yang, who was standing not far away.
Xue Yang was listlessly kicking a stone at his feet, as if he had just casually crushed an annoying insect. He felt Gojo Satoru’s gaze, looked up, and grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth. “Done? The ‘ghosts’ in this place aren’t much.”
“Of course, that’s because I, the strongest, was here, which is why it was solved so easily.”
As Gojo Satoru spoke, he walked toward Nanami Kento, who was sitting exhausted on the ground, and crouched down to check his injuries. “It’s fine, the soul isn’t damaged, mostly external injuries and Cursed Energy depletion.” He sighed in relief and patted Nanami Kento’s shoulder. “You worked hard, Nanamin. I’ll take it from here.”
Nanami Kento nodded with difficulty, his gaze complex as he looked at Xue Yang. The unfamiliar youth radiated an aura more dangerous than a Cursed Spirit, yet he and Gojo-sensei had just saved him.
“Gojo-sensei, who is that…?”
Gojo Satoru stood up, looking at Xue Yang, the corner of his mouth beneath the blindfold curving into a meaningful smile.
“A temporarily lost… child.” He paused, then added, “Though he’s a dangerous and troublesome problem child.”
Xue Yang “Tch’d” in dissatisfaction at the comment, but a flicker of interest in this world and the “white-haired blind man” before him flashed in his eyes. The Prison Realm was shattered, and he had gained freedom. This new world seemed a bit more interesting than he had imagined. At the very least, the “fights” here were satisfying.