I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

"Ah, yes! I've become an old man, but you're still the same as you were back then."

Guo Changlu smiled wryly, for Weissman's time had been frozen 70 years ago on the stone slab.

The Silver King's power attribute is "unchanging," an uninterrupted kingly power.

Its existence will not change due to time or external forces.

As long as the Dresden slab exists, he can maintain his eternally youthful appearance and eternal life.

When Guo Changlu Dajue thought of this, his heart was filled with worry. Eternal life was not necessarily a good thing.

What will happen to Weizmann if he dies?

Weizmann has now made new friends, and he has people by his side after his death.

But what happens next? Everyone dies eventually, it's just a matter of time.

Weizmann will eventually see his friends go one by one, until he is left all alone.

That would be too cruel for him. Could he really endure it?

"Haha, it's okay. Even if the lieutenant becomes an old man, he'll still be a handsome old man."

Adolf K. Weizmann looked at Kokujoro Daikaku with a smile. Hmm, the lieutenant is indeed a handsome old man.

"Hey, wake up."

Gojo Satoru returned to the living room from the balcony, unaware that Munakata Reisi had left with his men at some point.

"Yes, I have to thank Wu this time, otherwise I wouldn't have regained my memories so quickly."

Adolf K. Weizmann said seriously that if he relied on himself, he didn't know when he would be able to regain his memory.

"What? You're not calling me Gojo-sensei anymore?"

Gojo Satoru jokingly said that he didn't actually care how old the students were.

"Uh... well, it's not really appropriate to call you that now."

Adolf K. Weizmann scratched his face with his finger and said somewhat embarrassedly.

The lieutenant is still here; he still has some self-respect.

Before I regained my memories, it was fine to call him Gojo Satoru-sensei, but now that I know my age, I'm embarrassed to say it.

After all, he was several generations older than Gojo Satoru, and with so many people watching, he really couldn't bring himself to call him "Gojo-sensei."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go back now. Take this kid with you too."

Gojo Satoru pointed to the boy who was still unconscious; the original owner of this body still possessed the soul.

However, he is just an ordinary person, and it won't be that quick for him to wake up.

"No problem, we'll be going now, we'll come see you again when we have time."

Adolf K. Weizmann didn't linger. Guo Changlu Dajue didn't have much time left, and he wanted to spend more time with his old friend.

Yatogami Kuroh and Neko naturally followed him, having decided to join his clan.

"Satoru, are you going to join HOMRA? We're going to have a celebration."

Seeing that everyone had left, Totsuka Tatara took the opportunity to invite him to HOMRA.

Everyone heard that the Colorless King was dead and said they wanted to hold a celebration. Kusanagi and Yata had already gone back to prepare.

Gojo Satoru was the biggest contributor; the celebration wouldn't have been possible without him.

"A celebration? Great!"

Gojo Satoru nodded happily, instantly forgetting all about what he was supposed to do next.

"I want to eat edamame puree, whipped cream, daifuku, strawberry cake, matcha cake, crepes, pancakes, ice cream, and fried chicken nuggets."

He rattled off a string of food names, all of which were his favorite foods.

"No problem, we'll buy it when we get back."

Tatara Totsuka smiled gently and said indulgently.

"Let's hurry up and go buy some edamame and cream-flavored daifuku."

Gojo Satoru said impatiently, "The delicious dessert is here."

666: My dear host, do you still remember 6-chan who is far away in the Imperial Pillar Tower?

Gojo Satoru, who was already reveling in HOMRA, had long forgotten about 666.

In Homura, some were drinking, some were playing games, while only Gojo Satoru and Anna were enjoying their meal.

They sat at a separate table (yes, this is the legendary table for children), and the table was full of the food that Gojo Satoru had mentioned wanting to eat.

Anna is also a foodie, and her eating speed is no slower than Gojo Satoru's.

Totsuka Tatara played the guitar with great interest, and occasionally stopped to take photos with his camera.

The celebration went on until late at night, finally ending with a bang!

The moment Gojo Satoru collapsed, the entire HOMRA fell silent.

"Huh? What happened?"

Misaki Yata pushed aside the others and came to Satoru Gojo and Anna's side.

"Satoru... seems to be drunk?" Anna Kushina looked completely bewildered.

Someone had carelessly placed a glass of wine on their table, and Wu accidentally drank it.

Wow! Brother Wu gets knocked out after just one drink?

Misaki Yata's eyes widened in surprise. He thought Satoru Gojo simply didn't like drinking, but it turned out he couldn't drink at all...

"Pfft, Wuzhen is just like a little kid."

Totsuka Tatara put down his guitar and came to Anna's side.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."

It was already quite late, so Totsuka Yoshimi decided to send everyone home.

"Looking at it this way, Satoru might not even be as good as Anna."

Kusanagi Izumo, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, shook his head with amusement at the scene.

"Although Anna has never drunk alcohol, her alcohol tolerance might not be bad."

"Ha! You two little devils, what are you drinking?"

Suoh Mikoto chuckled softly, picked up a glass of wine from the bar, and drank it all in one gulp.

After everyone left, Totsuka Tatara led Anna to the bar.

"Let Satoru sleep here tonight. Take Satoru and Anna upstairs, and Kusanagi and I will tidy up the house."

Totsuka Tatara said with a smile, "To be honest, I didn't expect Gojo Satoru to get drunk."

No wonder he never drinks when he comes to HOMRA, turns out he can't drink.

"Ah."

Suoh Mikoto carried Gojo Satoru on his back, with Kushina Anna obediently following behind him.

"Kusanagi-kun, it's time for us to make our move."

Totsuka Tatara picked up a broom and said with great bravado.

"coming."

Kusanagi Izumo stubbed out his cigarette and walked out from behind the bar counter.

Although it was called cleaning, everyone had already done a rough cleaning before leaving, and most of the trash was taken away with them.

However, you still need to sweep the floor, and then put the tables and chairs back in their places.

"Kusanagi-kun, I'm going now."

After cleaning up HOMRA, Totsuka Tatara planned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'll take you home."

Kusanagi Izumo closed the door to HOMRA and walked over to Totsuka Tatara.

"Kusanagi-nii, you should go back. I can manage on my own."

Totsuka Tatara disagreed, saying that he wasn't that delicate and didn't need everyone to take him home every day.

Ever since the attack, every night the members of HOMRA have insisted on taking him home.

"Let's go."

Kusanagi Izumo took the lead, walking ahead of Totsuka Tatara; they wouldn't let their family members get hurt again.