Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

What is it like to wake up and find that you have accidentally entered someone else's mental space again?

Thanks for the invitation. I was in front of Ryoumen Sukuna and just got my skull dropped. I was very annoyed, but the person involved seemed to be more annoyed than me.

The thing is this.

That day, Fushiguro Shige and I unexpectedly ran into Sho-sou at Gotsuchi Temple. He was able to recall the memory from the end of the previous episode and fill in some of my memory gaps, which was truly an unexpected gain.

According to his recollection, we searched the forest outside the temple and the mountain behind the college, but we did not find anything that could be called the "intersection point," not even the slightest trace of its existence.

It is speculated that its appearance should be related to the time point of December 12. We can't just sit there and wait for the world to restart.

But despite this, there is currently no way to kill the gods and promote world integration.

But these are also expected things.

If it was really that easy to do, so many people wouldn't have died before, and I wouldn't have had to start over four or five times.

However, the doubts now are basically focused on Ryoumen Sukuna. I guess the reason why he can always keep his memory is that his "zero spell power" is highly compatible with my world. The reason why Zhang Xiang can remember is because of the intersection.

Then... what about Ryoumen Sukuna? He seemed to have sensed something unusual before he walked in, and broke through Yuji Itadori's restrictions and went there alone.

Come to think of it, I find it pretty magical, too.

In the comics, he is a key character throughout the entire work. His presence is not strong in the early stage, but in the later stage he is almost the main part of the highlight.

It contains a lot of jokes, and the abstract ideas it plays almost always break the circle, and the popularity is always continuous... Could this be the reason?

Come to think of it, I haven't seen him since the last time he was pulled back to his body by the soul-summoning flag.

Over the past few days, even though I often met Yuji, this person basically never appeared in his face, and he didn't even make a mockery.

It was as if he had forgotten the deal he had mentioned before and didn't want to see me at all.

Ah, that’s just right. Actually, I don’t really like to see him.

However, after falling asleep in bed, when I opened my eyes, that face was what I saw.

"Tsk, why are you here again." Every time he saw Ryomen Sukuna, he would sit high above the white bones, just like King Jiji in the zoo patrolling his territory.

"You come here if you have nothing to do." His voice sounded even more impatient than that of a primary school student who was forced by his parents to write 18 papers just after the holiday. He said, "Are you annoying? Are you polite?"

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes, patted my pants and stood up, saying in a flat tone, "I'm attracted by your looks. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"what?"

"Yes." I said expressionlessly, "I am obsessed with you, crazy for you, I turned into a werewolf for you, I knocked down the wall for you, I miss you so much every day that I lose my mind, I miss you so much that I can't eat, I can't walk when I see your face, I wish I could open my eyes and close them, the whole world is you, is that ok?"

“…” Three seconds of brief silence.

Ryomen Sukuna looked disgusted.

He closed his open long robe, changed his posture, and his four eyes moved upwards in unison: "What nonsense are you talking about, woman? Do you think I will believe it?"

"Ha," I said, "I don't care whether you believe it or not."

Here in my heart, I estimate that the ingredients stored in the refrigerator are almost gone.

But, I feel great if I can disgust him! Wait, is this the joy that Shimizu Masato has when he finds someone to show his affection to?

No, Yuri Suzuki.

A senior in the department got drunk and looked for someone to get out of singlehood. When he woke up the next day, he had four boyfriends. He reluctantly broke up with all of them, but they came to his door and attacked him together. He set a record for the number of people who had multiple boyfriends in the company. This tragic experience is still widely circulated among us...

You can't develop in this direction!

"You know this is unbelievable." I turned around, found a random skull to sit on, and said coldly, "So, I took the initiative to see your ugly face? And you asked me if I was polite. Are you polite?"

"As a curse king, you can't even guard the door of your home, allowing me to enter your home without anyone knowing. Shouldn't you reflect on yourself first?"

"You're still controlling me."

Moreover, according to the setting of my gender-transformed Sukuna, his mental space should have been half of mine.

"Humph, I'll kill you sooner or later." He stared at me, crossed his legs, and said slowly, "Just wait."

Facing his threat, I wanted to say disdainfully: "Come on, come on, the neck is right here, I'm waiting for you to chop it off. If you can't kill it, you can forget about your title of Cursed King, just give it to me and I'll take your place."

However, I thought again, I'm not here to argue with him. If things continue like this, we'll end up fighting.

The most crucial thing now is to test how much he still remembers and whether he can tell it usefully.

It just so happens that I'm already standing here, so I don't have to go to Yuji and force him to speak.

So, without saying anything back, I rolled my eyes and asked, "Hey, Sukuna."

"Let me ask you something," I said. "Have you ever heard of the story of Snow White?"

This was a story that Gojo Satoru made up and insisted that I tell it to Itadori when we were in Shibuya in the third round. Ryoumen Sukuna was there at the time, so if he knew about it, it would at least prove that he had some impression of it.

"Not interested," he said.

"So did you know that summer is coming back?"

"Humph." He said disdainfully, "Is it that boy's favorite again?"

"How do you know?" I looked up and looked at him, trying to find some clues.

But his eyes showed nothing but contempt and disgust for me.

"He keeps talking about it every day, and I'm tired of hearing it."

Well, it seems that the anime adaptation of the manga of the same name from Jump is about to be broadcast and serialized. Yuji likes it anyway, so it seems reasonable for him to talk about it.

From these answers, it is impossible to tell whether he remembers it or not!

"Then what do you think of the saying 'Those weak creatures like ants can be killed in large numbers if stepped on?'" I continued to ask, not giving up. "What do you think of this?"

Ryoumen Sukuna put down his crossed legs, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Who said this? I admire him very much. Maybe we can become friends."

........No, he is so narcissistic.

"Why, do you have any objections?" He glanced at me with a frown on his face, "But you can't say this."

"After all, people like you." Ryoumen Sukuna sneered and said, "People like you, who restrain themselves, kidnap themselves, and condemn themselves, will never be able to break through the limit."

Me: “….” What limit? The limit of human morality?

Ah, yes, yes, yes, I am self-constrained, I cannot break through the limit, I am super weak, please come and kill me now, okay? Don't let me look down on you.

However, judging from the tone of his words, it seemed that he had no idea that he had said this.

Is it true that he has no memory, or has the thousand-year-old man said so many things in his long life that even he can't remember them...

wrong.

I frowned and opened my eyes wide.

It's not that his words are wrong, but his attitude is wrong.

I just talked about this and that and said a bunch of nonsense to him, which would have made no sense to others. But Ryomen Sukuna not only didn't tell me to get out, but listened to me patiently and not said anything. He was even willing to make friends with "someone".

If this isn't an ooc character setting, then it's...

"I say." I grabbed two handfuls of hair, stood up, stared at him and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Oh?" he said with interest, "Playing tricks on you? How?"

"You remember everything!" I picked up a bone from the ground and threw it at him, "and you're still beating around the bush with me."

He didn't feel guilty at all about being exposed. He crossed his arms and sat back. Although he was using the body of the innocent Tiger Stick, his face still showed the arrogance and conceit that only belonged to the Curse King. "Why should I tell you?"

"You are stupid, so you can blame others?"

Wow, just listening to your words really brought my blood pressure to 180.

Sure enough, I just can't like this guy at all.

"What good will this do me?" He said leisurely, "Sooner or later, I will be able to defeat that kid named Fushiguro. As for you, Itadori Yuji, Gojo Satoru, and those others, you will all die."

"Are you so sure?" I looked at him suspiciously, "Did Lu Suo tell you something?"

"Again, why should I remind you?"

Haha, I laughed out of anger. Sure enough, there had been some kind of connection and transaction between them since a long time ago.

Come to think of it, if God goes to Nozomi to make a deal, he may also bring along the final boss, Ryomen Sukuna.

I narrowed my eyes and said to him unkindly, "You have a very arrogant attitude."

"Why not?"

"Okay." Suddenly, I raised the corners of my mouth and said to him calmly, "I forgive you. Because the strong have such privileges."

I returned to him word for word what he had said to me.

"Hey, woman." Ryoumen Sukuna could no longer sit still. He stood up and said condescendingly, "Who are you talking to about forgiveness?"

"You," I said, "Isn't it generous enough that I forgive you for your offense?"

"You are the only one who is qualified to tell me this?"

"Yeah, I understand." I nodded and continued to laugh and mock, "Because you are the only one who is qualified to judge others, and others are not qualified to judge you, right?"

"I'm going to say it."

Flying to a position higher than his skull, I lowered my head deliberately and shouted to him: "Ryomen Sukuna, listen, I forgive you~"

This is already a direct provocation.

"You're looking for death." He flew over with a gloomy face, and then the slash in his hand hit me with the force of thunder. He said, "Let's fight."

“Okay.” I nodded without hesitation, energy bursting from my fingertips, and the fire of battle ignited in my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

In the end, as expected, he still had a fight with Ryomen Sukuna, it was like this every time.

I feel that among all the people I have fought, he is the one I have fought the most times. When I counted the number of times, I could hardly count them myself.

As for the others, except for Nozomi, it seemed that I killed them all in one go.

Anyway, Sukuna would never easily hand over the information he knew, so it would be better to vent his anger first.

Wow...it seems that I can no longer call myself a good citizen who is gentle, respectful, frugal, modest, and law-abiding.

Which good citizen would perform physical salvation for others?

Ryomen Sukuna seems to be fighting more seriously this time than in the previous battles.

His eyes were fixed on me without blinking, constantly attacking and looking for flaws.

And I, in addition to fighting back, was also spewing rubbish the entire time.

such as:

"That's it. That's it. I don't even feel any pain. Are you from a baby care center?"

"You haven't eaten yet. Oh, yes, you really can't finish it. You must be drooling with envy when you see Yuzhang eating delicious food every day."

"Do you know the difference between you and the garbage?"

"At least garbage is still useful, but you are totally unrecyclable."

"Come on, shake your brain. What you hear should be the call from the deep sea. No wonder your mental space is full of water. Do you want me to catch some shrimps for you?"

But the other side's reply seemed very incompetent.

It's the same few sentences over and over again.

Sure enough, this is the essential difference between the surfing king of the Internet era and the thousand-year-old autistic Lao Deng.

When it comes to talking nonsense, he is just an ordinary person who was born in an age without mobile phones and computers.

However, even though it doesn't sound like a big deal, they cursed at each other a lot.

But actually, when we fight, the attacks we inflict on each other are quite painful.

The face, arms, shoulders, thighs and calves were all covered with injuries, which would then be quickly repaired by the reversal technique.

I don't know how long we fought, but the cursed energy of Ryomen Sukuna and I was almost exhausted at the same time.

So, we started to fight each other using only physical skills.

In the end, I used the trick taught by Shen Er. I sat on his back in one breath and pressed the back of his head hard with my hands.

This person reached up and grabbed my hair with force, and with his other hand he pinched my waist tightly, as if he wanted to tear off a piece of flesh.

"Let me go!"

"You let go first!"

"I do not want it!"

I guess we will remain in a stalemate until we run out of energy.

However, at this moment, the voice of a third person suddenly came from the entire silent space.

"Youxin...sister?"

I turned around and saw that Yuji was wearing pajamas, his hair was a mess with a strand of hair sticking out in the middle.

He first looked at me, then looked down at Ryoumen Sukuna, and finally looked at me with a confused look on his face and asked, "You guys, what are you doing?"