Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

this summer

Extraction Absorption

From that day on, I kept telling myself this

What I saw was not unusual at all, it was a well-known ugliness.

I have always made the choice to save all living beings as a sorcerer, knowing everything.

Be determined and fulfill your responsibilities as a magician...

The sorcerer is like running a marathon...but if you see

Is it the sea of blood and corpses of companions?

-

Although he looked reluctant, Gojo Satoru curled his lips and started to give orders in response to his best friend's request.

"Moshi Moshi! ... Old man, check this month's Yomitsu-mi for me."

"Master... is there something wrong with this... Astral Plasma No. 2?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his ears speechlessly. What nonsense is the old man talking about?

Sister Riko is long gone. Old people are just like that when they get old...

Ok?

and many more,

Stellar Plasma No. 2?

What is he talking about? Is there a second Astral Plasma?

The usually cheerful white-haired DK restrained his smile, a stiff smile stagnated on his face, and there was a slight pause, and the arrogance between his eyebrows was replaced by astonishment.

"Speak clearly, what is Stellar Plasma No. 2?"

"Yes, Master Wu..."

-

Soon, a neatly stacked stack of documents and a paper box were placed on Gojo Satoru's desk. These few short pages summarized the life of this young man, a life that was like a joke of fate...

This was also the first time that the young master, who grew up in a big family and was honored with wealth, understood so clearly.

What is life?

What is suffering?

Is this the so-called world of spells?

The so-called high-level...

It was so disgusting!!! It made him almost vomit!

These old idiots! Are they wantonly toying with and trampling on the young sorcerers?

Human life is so fragile! Do we deserve to be toyed with by them?

The so-called Star Plasma No. 2, this is the conspiracy surrounding them!

Damn old orange...

Gojo Satoru quickly flipped through the documents in his hand. The fragile papers rustled in the silent room, and it was not difficult to hear the man's anger.

Page after page...

Just a few pieces of paper summarized this person's life. Gojo Satoru looked at these strange yet familiar words with a gloomy expression. Unconsciously, his hands moved faster and faster.

Through this thin piece of paper, it was as if I was watching this young man's life from the sidelines, even though we were clearly around the same age...

how so

Is it the way a sorcerer among ordinary people... a sorcerer who is not from a family, should be treated?

For the first time in his life, the always proud and arrogant Gojo Young Master began to think about these non-three-family sorcerers.

He really couldn't stand these senior executives. It was true. These corrupt people in the Director's Council relied on hereditary power and had no real power.

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The sunlight outside was very dazzling. Large patches of golden light shone into Gojo Satoru's dormitory, but it did not dispel the coldness around him.

Instead, it made him feel cold all over.

The servants of the Gojo family also brought a paper box with them, which contained the things that belonged to Tsukuyomi Tsukumi that they had collected from the juvenile detention center.

The few remaining relics

A diary, some photos... and a washed-out doll

The arrogant young master lowered his proud head for the first time and picked up the familiar rabbit doll, which still had some of Tsukuyomi's cursed power...

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, carefully observed the light golden curse power, and stroked the doll that the boy once relied on the most.

After a long while, he raised his head and sighed, covering his face with one hand.

"Tsk, what?"

Fuck!

call……

What kind of idiotic things did he say that day...

The regret in my heart was magnified infinitely, and the boy's last faint smile flashed through my mind.

Snow-white, soft hair, untainted by the filth of this world, a face sleeping peacefully and contentedly...

Maybe he just fell asleep?

Gojo Satoru thought secretly, and then felt annoyed by his own stupidity.

It's just a little kid I only met once...

Yes... We are strangers who have only met once...

Why……

His mind was in a mess. This inexplicable feeling made him very unhappy. He picked up the photos scattered in a box.

The wards for mentally ill patients in the juvenile detention center are single rooms, and each room is equipped with a monitor to prevent patients from harming themselves.

Gojo Satoru picked up the scattered photos. The monitor had a wide viewing angle.

He looked through them one by one without haste.

The initial innocence when I was admitted to the hospital

A man curled up on the ground watching the sunset

Sleep peacefully

Cooperate with treatment well...

Picture after picture, scene after scene... all he could do was sigh, how could there be such an obedient guy?

How stupid! If only we had known each other earlier...

……

"Name: Tsukuyomi Tsukumi

Sex: Male

Family Status: Orphan (parents unknown). His grandmother, Tsu Keiko, was suspected of obstructing high-level missions and died in an accident.

Past medical history: severe depression, paranoia, and persecution mania..."

Gojo Satoru calmly read the report in his hand to the black-haired colleague by the window...

At hand was a diary he brought with him. Yes, it was the diary that belonged to Tsukuyomi Tsukumi. After all, he was entrusted with such an important task by his best friend.

Out of some selfish motive...

Gojo Satoru slowly stroked the paper in his hand and glanced at his colleague by the window without leaving any trace.

Thinking of those photos and dolls...

Anyway, Jay only wants his information, not these things.

The fox-eyed boy bathed in the light, smiled faintly, and listened to the stories that had happened in his unknown corner over the years.

Although he was smiling, he gave people a feeling of loneliness and infinite regret.

Just when Gojo Satoru thought he would not speak again

"Paranoia? Paranoia?..." It was as if he didn't understand these words. It was funny that every word was lingering on his lips.

"He's obviously a sorcerer..." Gojo Satoru had already read these materials many times, but he couldn't help but read them again carefully.

Xia Yujie took out a pack of cigarettes he had borrowed from Naoko and lit it nonchalantly. "Have you investigated this juvenile detention center?"

Take a deep breath

The taste of nicotine...bitterness spreads in my mouth

Gojo Satoru supported his face with one hand, sitting unsteadily, looking at the report in his hand with an uncertain expression, "Ah"

"It's just an ordinary juvenile detention center. Nothing has gone wrong in the past few years..." At this point, the white-haired DK was stunned.

Yeah, there was nothing wrong at all.

In fact, nothing is wrong is the biggest abnormality

Curses arise from people's negative emotions

The places where negative emotions accumulate the most are undoubtedly hospitals, schools and the like.

They have been on several second and first level missions in hospitals and juvenile detention centers in other areas.

Located in the bustling Tokyo, Tokyo with the largest flow of people

Only this juvenile detention center

In the past few years, under the supervision of "Window", the number of times the cursed spirit appeared was

"0" times

Ding Dong, a sound

The two received a text message from the assistant supervisor on their phones, saying the latest mission had arrived: Level 2 Curse Spirit, Location: Juvenile Yard

It was indeed this juvenile detention center... This was the first place they had set foot in after so many times.

"gone"

Let me see for myself the place this guy has been protecting.

Xia Yujie leaned against the window and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Hu..." Then he pinched off the precious cigarette butt he had looted, twisted it casually, and threw it into the trash can.

"How could there be no curse spirit?"

"It's just that some idiot has been insisting on secretly cleaning these things up."