After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Gojo Satoru suddenly erupted with a startling aura, the result of his uncontrolled release of cursed energy. His face remained expressionless as he picked up a document and silently began to read.

Draco even thoughtfully took out two servings.

Xia Youjie's face was unusually calm, yet it seemed to carry an indescribable distortion. He stared wide-eyed, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The words "enlightenment... beheaded... brain mess" kept circling in his mind, making him feel dizzy.

With trembling hands, he picked up the document and read it carefully word by word, afraid of missing any details.

As he read further, Geto's face grew increasingly grim. His brow furrowed, his eyes filled with disbelief and pain. He tried to tell himself that none of this could possibly happen. However, a voice deep inside told him that this was the truth.

He knew that if he really encountered the things described above, given his personality, he would definitely follow the same path as Geto Suguru. After all, he and Gojo Satoru had always been the strongest, but now facing such a future, he felt extremely confused and bewildered.

Just this morning, they had just taken over the astral plasma escort mission from Mr. Ye Moth, and they didn't take it seriously at all, and even skipped class to buy dessert.

But at this moment, this information was like a bolt from the blue, causing him to begin to doubt his once firm belief - that sorcerers should protect ordinary people, and whether the justice he insisted on had any meaning.

"I deny it." Gojo Satoru seemed calmer than Geto Suguru's outburst. His initially aggressive demeanor calmed down as he read through page after page of information.

Geto Suguru turned around and looked at Gojo Satoru in a daze.

"The world isn't static, and fate can be broken. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, right?"

His mind was working faster than ever before.

"You just said the world was watching us, right? Then why didn't he show up?"

Gojo Satoru's magnificent, celestial eyes silently gazed upon this twisted, malicious world. His expressionless form was imbued with a sense of divinity and inhumanity.

"You can't show up, right?"

"Ever since I could think, I've been wondering why this filthy, malicious world exists? Is it to make people live in misery? Why can ordinary people give birth to endless cursed spirits while sorcerers can't? Is it just because sorcerers can control negative emotions?"

"If negative emotions can give rise to cursed spirits, what about positive emotions? Why can't they?" Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, his tone filled with confusion and thought. "As I read more, I realized that this world is like an experimental field. The world is full of malice towards humans, so cursed spirits were created."

He paused, a sharp look flashing in his eyes. "But I quickly rejected the idea. Because I always feel like I'm being watched. It doesn't happen often, but every time it happens, it's like it's confirming whether I'm still alive and well as always."

Gojo Satoru shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake off the thoughts in his mind. "Now that I think about it, that's the world. So I guess the world doesn't want its world to become like this. Is there an external factor? Like you guys?"

He spoke seriously, his expression solemn and serious, as if he were thinking hard. His mind was racing, and he couldn't help but press his aching temple, his brow furrowing slightly. Yet, despite this, his expression remained calm, without the slightest sign of panic or irritation.

Gojo Satoru's long speech made Draco and others jump out of the anime, as if they truly understood the inner world of this white-haired boy for the first time.

Geto Suguru, who was standing aside, looked at Gojo Satoru in astonishment, his eyes filled with indescribable complex emotions.

Satoru... seemed to be glowing... Geto had never seen Gojo Satoru like this before. His eyes, as blue as the vast sky, seemed to radiate an irresistible charm. At this moment, Gojo Satoru was like a shining star, illuminating everything around him.

"Here." Draco handed each of them a bouquet of Ryugetsu flowers. The delicate fragrance filled the air, greatly alleviating Gojo Satoru's physical discomfort. "The world entrusted me to give it to you." The anxiety and joy conveyed by them all showed how much the world loved these two young men.

Gojo Satoru frowned and muttered, "What? I don't like white." Then a bright smile appeared on his face again.

"It seems that my guess was right. Well, if the future is like this, I deny it. I will change it for the world to see. Together with Geto." Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Suguru firmly, with confidence and determination flashing in his eyes.

He didn't say much, but every word hit Geto like a hammer in his heart. Geto smiled faintly, and at that moment, all his doubts vanished. Yes, they would face the challenges of the future together, hand in hand. No matter how difficult the road ahead, they would forge ahead courageously.

"Ah, then let's work hard together. As long as it's with Wu, it doesn't matter." Xia Yujie said softly, his tone full of determination and expectation.

That's right, just like Wu had always said, there was really no point in discussing it. That was just a goal he had set for himself, a set of rules and regulations that he had used to constrain himself, forgetting that not everyone could do the same. People tend to be lenient with themselves but strict with others.

He places himself too high. Does he think he is God? He lacks the all-embracing tolerance of God. How can he dare to put himself in God's position and judge the world?

Gojo Satoru grabbed Geto, who was wondering what he was thinking. "Geto, I'll always hold you."

It won't come loose.

Just look at me when you are confused.

Ah, yes, Wu will always pull me along, so even if I have no goals, no meaning, or am lost, it doesn't matter...

All I had to do was watch as Satoru tried to keep pace with him.

Xia Yujie thought to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firmer. He decided not to dwell on those illusory things, but to focus on the person in front of him.

Gojo Satoru sensed Geto's change and smiled innocently. The tacit understanding between them allowed them to understand each other's thoughts without saying a word.

From then on, no matter what difficulties they encountered, they would support each other and move forward together, because they knew that only each other could give each other the most powerful strength.

After all, they are the strongest.

Then Draco explained to them why the world had become like this. This was the message Ian had given him.

Thousands of years ago, the world was invaded by outsiders. Although the world consciousness - Zhu expelled the invaders with great difficulty, a wisp of black fog quietly spread in the world. Zhu fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion at that time and did not notice this small black fog.

When he woke up, the black fog had already spawned many monsters and even forcibly changed some of his rules.

It was originally a world of monsters where humans and ghosts coexisted, but all those monsters were twisted into cursed spirits. Onmyojis and demon hunters were unable to use any abilities, and the balance of yin and yang was out of balance.

He urgently allowed the descendants of those Onmyoji and demon hunters to have the ability to remove cursed spirits, but he found that this was not the worst.

Worst of all, his connection to the underworld had been severed. The blurred line between life and death was fatal to a world. After death, souls could not be reborn, but would either slowly fade away or become cursed spirits. And all newly born humans were created by consuming his core.

He quickly found the culprit and expelled him. Should he be thankful that the black fog had no self-awareness? It instinctively painted his world with all its might, like a writer scribbling a novel. It didn't even try to dodge his attacks, simply creating monsters non-stop.

But even if he expelled the black fog, he had no way to restore the world to its original state.

His abilities hadn't recovered yet, and the constant stream of human births and the expulsion of the black fog had left him exhausted. Every human would be born when he was supposed to be born; this was a rule set from the beginning. He could only consume his core to replenish his lost soul.

Fortunately, he met Ian, and under Ian's enthusiastic guidance, Zhu naively tried to change his fate line to obtain the origin. Then he used the origin to replace the core to provide the vitality and creativity needed by the soul.

For the first time, he carefully separated a trace of the power of insight from his core and gave it to the six eyes that he had always loved. Those eyes were a miracle that even he could not replicate.

He watched the child being born and felt the sudden surge in the power of the cursed spirits. He knew that the cursed spirits had a sense of crisis and were trying to fight against the child he had chosen to destroy them.

He always felt that having one child was not very safe, and that the child would be very lonely. In fact, he secretly had another child he loved, a child as cute as a fox.

That’s right, Zhu is actually a fan of Furui, and loves cats and foxes the most~

He also carefully distributed a bit of his power, but it wasn't insight, it was devouring.

But he forgot that humans and the world have different feelings.