Chapter 122: Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer! Shikai—Eternal Descent to Fengdu!
Sonic had barely jumped into Elder Centipede's mouth when a stream of flames burst out. He used Fire Release to burn his way from the centipede's head to its tail.
Elder Centipede's body was filled with acid strong enough to dissolve machinery—something Sonic had no way to counter. His destruction could only go so far.
Soon, the wounds burned open by the Fire Release rapidly healed.
Regretfully, Sonic crawled out of the centipede's mouth, making up his mind to properly train in Fire Release and learn more powerful ninjutsu.
Tatsumaki smirked. "I told you it's useless. This isn't just any Dragon-level monster."
"Let me handle it instead!"
Her patience had run out—she planned to tear Elder Centipede apart with her psychic power.
But suddenly, Chu Yang appeared and placed a hand on her head. "I told you, this is test material."
Annoyed, Tatsumaki swatted his hand away. "You're such a pain! Do it yourself, then!"
Chu Yang stretched lazily. He wasn't worried about Tatsumaki's strength—just that she might go overboard. That's why he intended to handle it himself.
He gripped the air with his right hand, and [Fengdu] silently appeared. With a few seemingly ordinary sword slashes, several waves of sword energy shot toward Elder Centipede.
The sword energy pierced through its head, leaving cross-shaped wounds, and sliced all the way down to its tail.
It felt like cutting sashimi.
Elder Centipede died without a sound, without even causing a ripple.
Above, Phoenix Man, who had been monitoring the House of Evolution, turned and flew away without hesitation.
His flight speed was terrifyingly fast, producing deafening sonic booms—he only regretted not having an extra pair of wings.
With Elder Centipede's body gone, sunlight poured into the House of Evolution.
Below, Saitama stuck his head out of a window and shouted, "Can I hang my laundry now?"
Chu Yang flashed an "OK" sign.
"What was that just now?" Tatsumaki was still dazed.
"Swordsmanship."
Chu Yang landed lightly on the windowsill.
"Why does he always have all these weird, overpowered abilities?" Tatsumaki found Chu Yang more and more mysterious.
A short while later…
The sounds of gunfire faded. Outside, the robotic Iron Man army had wiped out the remaining monsters.
The Monster Association's attack felt more like a test—they hadn't sent many elite forces.
Or perhaps, they believed a single Elder Centipede was enough to destroy the House of Evolution.
Chu Yang actually hoped they'd send a few more waves—delivering more materials straight to his doorstep would save him the trouble of searching.
As for counterattacking the Monster Association…
Chu Yang wasn't in a hurry.
He planned to develop steadily for a while first. At this stage, he didn't want to draw the attention of that so-called "God."
The more he learned, the clearer it became—that God harbored an intense malice toward humanity.
With Elder Centipede dealt with, the House of Evolution enjoyed a temporary peace, allowing Chu Yang to focus on his research.
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Jujutsu World—Star Religious Group
"Just as you said, a woman dug up my grave… but she didn't find my body."
"She was furious."
"That woman was Kenjaku?"
Sitting on a sofa with a glass of red wine in hand, Geto Suguru's expression was grim.
"To be precise, Kenjaku in his current body."
Chu Yang sat at the bar across from him, smirking playfully. "That guy plays both father and mother, giving birth to a bunch of Cursed Wombs."
The more Geto Suguru listened, the more disgusted he felt. If he had truly died and been possessed by something like that, even as a ghost, he wouldn't rest in peace.
"So, what's next? Do we deal with Jujutsu High first, or take care of those Curses?"
Geto looked at Chu Yang expectantly.
"No rush. Let them make the first move. Their goal is to seal Gojo Satoru inside the Prison Realm."
"You want them to succeed?"
"Don't you?"
"I'm not like you. He knows I'm alive—he'll definitely come after me."
"I don't want to kill Gojo-senpai. That would make Nanami-senpai my enemy, too. So, while he's sealed in the Prison Realm, we should take care of business."
"You're surprisingly sentimental."
Suddenly, Geto burst into laughter—louder and louder until tears streamed down his face. "Are you suggesting… we kill the higher-ups of Jujutsu High?"
Chu Yang grinned. "Why not?"
"You might actually be insane." Geto shook his head. "Gojo Satoru had a similar idea once, but he never followed through."
Chu Yang downed his drink in one go. "Alright, enough jokes. How many of Sukuna's fingers did you find?"
Geto spread his hands. "Three. The rest are impossible to track down. You planning to eat them now?"
Chu Yang shook his head. "I'll save them up and eat them all at once—less hassle that way. I don't want to waste time on that guy repeatedly."
If it wasn't a fully revived Sukuna, then Chu Yang's domain—Deathmatch Corridor—couldn't extract all of his abilities. Fighting him would be pointless.
Sure, he could still copy a bit of Sukuna's domain, but it wouldn't be enough to matter.
Geto handed over the sealed fingers, looking envious. "I'd love to fight the legendary King of Curses, too."
Chu Yang chuckled. "You'll get your chance."
After taking the fingers, Chu Yang left the Star Religious Group.
Geto, watching his retreating figure, fell deep into thought.
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Jujutsu High
As soon as Chu Yang stepped out, his phone rang.
Gojo Satoru.
"Where are you?"
"At a massage parlor."
"Young folks sure have energy. Take me next time."
"If you're paying, I'll consider it."
"Damn, you're stingy. We've known each other for so long, and you've never treated me to anything!"
"Sorry, senpai. Too many years as a corporate slave—it's instinct now."
"Alright, enough chit-chat. Get over here. I've got something for you."
Chu Yang took a cab to Jujutsu High. Before he even reached the gate, he spotted Gojo's grinning face—and next to him stood a pink-haired boy.
"The brightest new star of Jujutsu High! Even his walk exudes charisma!"
Gojo's sarcasm was in full force.
Chu Yang ignored him, keeping his eyes on the boy beside him.
Itadori Yuji.
So, he still became a Jujutsu Sorcerer…
Chu Yang sighed. Maybe fate's inertia was just that strong.
"Guess where I found this kid?"
"The school where we fought!"
"Not many people awaken Cursed Energy on their own these days."
Chu Yang sighed. "Senpai, if you keep rambling, I'm leaving."
Gojo flashed behind him, threw an arm around his shoulder, and whispered, "C'mon, don't be like that. Help me train him—and complete a mission."
"The pay's good."
At the mention of good pay, Chu Yang's interest piqued. "I'm a firm believer in mentoring juniors. Just ask Yuta Okkotsu."
"I knew it! Chu Yang is so understanding!" Gojo laughed, patting his shoulder.
"The mission's at a movie theater."
"You must take good care of him."
"Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer!"
"Yang."
Now that Itadori was no longer Sukuna's vessel, his enrollment didn't attract much attention.
The higher-ups had no reason to make things difficult for him.
He was just like any other ordinary student.
As in the original plot, Itadori formed a team with Fushiguro and the others after joining Jujutsu High.
However, he had yet to encounter a truly difficult mission.
This supernatural incident at the cinema was the toughest he had faced so far.
A light drizzle continued to fall.
Chu Yang and Itadori stood in front of a movie theater, umbrellas in hand.
"Originally, this mission was supposed to be led by Nanami-senpai. But Gojo Satoru decided to change things at the last minute..."
"Yang-senpai, you really don't seem to like Gojo-sensei."
"That's not entirely accurate. I'd say he disgusts me—especially when he randomly shouts my name."
"Yeah, that is a bit much..."
The two chatted as they stepped inside the theater.
Due to the gruesome incident that had occurred, the cinema was closed, and there wasn't a single person in sight.
As soon as Chu Yang pushed open the door, a strong stench hit his nose.
It was the smell of a Cursed Spirit.
Cursed energy residue was everywhere—whoever was responsible hadn't bothered to cover their tracks at all.
The culprit behind this incident was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit named Mahito.
Mahito was born from humanity's hatred and fear.
He appeared as a young man in his twenties, with long blue hair and a body covered in stitch-like scars, resembling a patchwork doll.
Cursed Spirits were inherently evil, as they were born from negative emotions.
But Mahito's evil was particularly repulsive—he found joy in toying with people.
His wickedness was the closest reflection of humanity's darkest nature, laying bare its ugliest aspects.
Mahito's technique was called Idle Transfiguration.
Its principle was simple: by altering the shape of a soul, he could forcibly modify the body.
Used on himself, it allowed him to maintain the integrity of his soul, instantly restoring his body to its original state—essentially granting him regeneration.
If one couldn't destroy his soul, then purely physical attacks were meaningless.
It sounded terrifying, but in Chu Yang's view, it wasn't much of a threat. As long as one's cursed energy was strong enough to continuously envelop their soul, Mahito's Idle Transfiguration would be rendered useless.
Following the residual traces of cursed energy, Chu Yang and Itadori arrived at another exit of the theater.
The Cursed Spirit's presence reached its peak at that moment.
Itadori suddenly turned around and saw a Cursed Spirit leaping toward them from the rooftop.
He channeled cursed energy into his fists, preparing for close combat.
Chu Yang stopped him.
"Senpai, why are you holding me back? The Cursed Spirit is attacking!" Itadori shouted anxiously.
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