After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

"What is this? Mission target? Kill him?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at the information and photos on the paper, his gaze lingering on the words "15 years old" for a moment.

If Mochizuki Ruri were still alive, she would be about this age this year.

Thinking of the familiar yet unfamiliar person in his memory, Gojo Satoru's eyes were dazed for a moment.

"Wu, she looks like an ordinary girl at first glance." Geto Suguru said helplessly.

I don’t know if it’s because he has killed too many curse masters over the years, but Gojo Satoru’s murderous intent has become stronger and stronger. Some time ago, he even killed a senior executive of the general management department who spoke rudely.

Anyway, for him, it was just a matter of moving his fingers, as simple as eating and drinking.

Ye Moth Masamichi was silent for a moment before he spoke, "This girl, Tennariko, is the Astral Plasma of this generation."

"Astral plasma?"

This unfamiliar term left Geto Suguru confused for a moment. He naturally looked at Gojo Satoru, waiting for the eldest son of the Gojo family to give an answer.

The eldest son of the Gojo family was also confused.

"What is that?"

He doesn’t know either!

"Master Tianyuan, who is responsible for setting up the barrier, has lived from Heian-kyo until now. Although he will not die, he will age, and the astral plasma is the container prepared for Master Tianyuan."

It’s strange to say, the island country is such a small and broken place, and Tianyuan has opened a barrier, so cursed spirits are rampant everywhere.

It was the Golden King who suppressed the power of the Dresden Stone again, keeping the number of people with super powers at a minimum.

Every now and then a king would drop his sword, creating a crater comparable to the explosion on Leibo Street, killing 700,000 people in an instant.

The people with special abilities are ready to fight at any time, and the secret service department and the military and police are still doing a bunch of messy experiments.

Vampires are running around again, and they've even built a Black Lord Academy to allow vampires and humans to coexist peacefully.

Monsters are rampant again. It is said that the feathered fox in Kyoto is still reincarnating and plans to give birth to an Abe Haruaki.

It's the Holy Grail War again, and the heroic spirits can destroy the world with just a few moves.

The Dragon King is moving again. The war between the Eight Snake Clans and the Demon Clan has not yet ended. A teacher named Jörmungandr who originally lived in Beijing had to move to Tokyo with his brother Fenrir because he had a non-local household registration.

The question is, don’t plant flowers from other places.

Under such circumstances, the island country still stubbornly holds on to its place on the world map, which vividly illustrates what it means for a disaster to last for thousands of years.

Ye Moth Masamichi shook off the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind and continued to explain, "Your mission this time is to escort her to the main hall of Hongxing Palace and ensure that she is assimilated with Lord Tianyuan."

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue and said unhappily, "You've lived for so many years, yet you still refuse to die. You insist on harming the little girl to prolong your life."

Unexpectedly, Geto Suguru, who always insisted on speaking the truth, did not refute him.

The long silence made the air in the room heavy.

In the end, it was Ye Mo Zheng Dao who took the initiative to speak, "Wu, this is a mission, although it may be..."

He paused here for a long moment, "But the presence of Master Tianyuan is necessary."

"What's the point?" Gojo Satoru said with an almost direct disdain on his face.

"It's necessary to maintain the status of the sorcerer, tsk—"

He's right.

Onmyoji, person with special abilities, ruler, magician, vampire hunter...

There are so many special beings of all kinds. If it weren't for the Tianyuan barrier and the curse spirits that are far more powerful than those abroad, the sorcerers would not be able to maintain their current high position.

Some people even advocated before, saying that Abe Haruaki was just a sorcerer with the ability to control cursed spirits, who wanted to elevate his status.

As a result, a monster came to his house that night and both he and his house were blown away by a storm.

"But this is a mission." Ye Mo Zheng Dao couldn't think of any other arguments, so he could only repeat what he had just said.

"Moreover, the Astral Plasma was also willing, or rather, that was why she was rescued and survived."

"No problem, Mr. Yaga." It was Geto Suguru who answered.

His social skills are much better than Gojo Satoru's, and he rarely embarrasses others unless he does it on purpose.

"We're leaving now."

Geto Suguru picked up the white paper filled with information and signaled Gojo Satoru with his eyes to leave together.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, took nothing, and followed him out.

Along the way, Geto Suguru was thinking about the topic. He had no interest in the mission and could only chat casually about the mission location.

"Satoru, I don't think you've ever been to Yokohama during your previous missions?"

Gojo Satoru's voice was indifferent. "Because it's a concession and the government doesn't pay, of course no one wants to work there for free."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Besides that, Fuyuki, Tomoeda, and Namimori are not within our scope of work. They are all territories of other forces."

Geto Summer Oil's expression was indifferent. "Even without the protection of a sorcerer, the people there seem to be doing well."

"People everywhere live the same life. Even if they don't die because of cursed spirits, they will die because of accidents, wars, or curse masters—"

When Gojo Satoru said the last few words, he suddenly paused, and after a while he continued, "Anyway, everyone will die."

"It's just a matter of time."

He subconsciously placed his left hand on top of his right hand, and a small hard object on his ring finger caused a slight dull pain in the palm of his hand.

It’s like when I mention certain words or think of someone, my heart still aches dully.

"I like you to be silent, as if you disappeared..."

Someone was reciting poetry in his ear, but the voice was so soft that it seemed as if it would be drowned out by the noise of the world in an instant.

Yet it feels so heavy, like a butterfly whose wings are wet by the rain, left to rot in the mud.

"Distant and sad, as if you were already dead..."