The Dark Way of the Egoist: A Serial

Chapter 22 Curse Back to Chapter 221

"Zizizizizi..."

All I saw were mosaics, all I heard in my ears was the sound of electricity, and my body felt very uncomfortable, as if I had motion sickness.

Dak didn't know what was going on either.

The body is gradually regaining consciousness and the dizziness is gradually disappearing.

But why wasn't it attacked?

Where's Sukuna? Where did the old man go?
"Hey, why does it seem like there is a smell of blood?" Outside the alley, a few little hooligans looked inside curiously.

This is the kind of people who are the social dregs who do nothing all day.

"Wow, what a strong naked man!" said a little hooligan with abnormal sexual orientation in a sharp voice.

At this time, Dak's body had already regenerated.

Otherwise, his body would be in tatters after the bloody fight with Sukuna, and look like a body cut into pieces, which would scare these gangsters to death.

Dak is waiting for his senses to fully recover, otherwise it will be difficult for him to move. Although his body seems to be normal, his senses are not yet.

“I tell you guys, don’t meddle in other people’s business.

This strange guy is obviously in trouble. "A relatively normal little hooligan tried to stop his brain-dead companion. This kind of thing is obviously wrong, don't get involved.

"Hey, this tough guy is carrying a doll." Someone changed the topic to the doll and walked in recklessly despite his companions' attempts to stop him.

At this point, someone took the lead and many little hooligans walked in one after another.

It's just... this obviously triggered something bad.

"...

Dad brought his good baby to the garden to see the flowers.

The baby cried and called for his dad, and the birds in the tree laughed.

......"

A strange singing voice gradually began to sound, as if it was whispering in their ears, and gradually became clearer from being vague.

"Did you hear anything?"

“It seems so…”

"Not good, ghost!!!"

Finally they realized something was wrong and found that they had walked into an alley without realizing it.

The shadows in the alley expanded and engulfed the hooligans, and their screams couldn't even be heard.

“…Oh, a few more dead.

This feels a little strange.”

The Japan of Jujutsu Kaisen is wrapped in Tengen's barrier, and the living environment actually feels a little different.

The images in my eyes suddenly returned to normal, and my hearing also returned.

Like the sigh of crocodile tears, it can only be described as pretentious.

Duck doesn't care about dead people.

Especially as a vested interest.

By using Wuwei to change his body shape and canceling various body optimizations, Dak was able to restore his body shape to that of a normal person.

Thanks to these little hooligans for sending him clothes.

Using cursed power to process his clothes and erase trademarks, Dark also modified his appearance and sealed his own aura.

When looking out from the alley, the commercial street and everything else are in Chinese style, including the billboards, which are in Chinese.

It looks like he's back again?

What a pity! I really miss the days when we could spend lavishly with the money from the noose.

Anyway, we have to investigate. Dak is a normal person with normal intelligence. When the situation is unclear, his first reaction is always to collect intelligence.

Instead of rushing around blindly like zz.

"Fuck him!"

Dak found that although he was still in the previous world, he was not in the original city...

"What's next?"

Now that I have returned to my original world, I have to be careful. I am not sure if I will stay in this world. If I mess around and get hunted down, it will be troublesome.

Wandering around the streets, constantly changing his appearance and figure, thanks to the few hundred dollars those little hooligans carried with them, it was barely enough.

As for his original identity, Dak doesn't care.

While he was in a daze...

"Hey, four-eyes.

You’re in the way!”

In the park, several people gathered around Dak.

"We are a little short on money, please help us a little.

Hehehehe."

The man with cockscomb haircut smiled, revealing his big pectoral muscles.

Flames began to appear on his hands. "Little baby?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. "

The accomplice next to him pushed Dak hard.

“Brothers, we are cultural people.

What are you talking about?

Come on, come on, this little brother is very attractive to me, let's play a few games together." The tall and thin guy next to him looked smarter.

The law of this imperial country adheres to the principle that "if the people do not report, the officials will not investigate. Big things will be reduced to small things, and small things will be forgotten."

Gambling causes much less trouble than robbery.

Even if I get investigated someday, I can just give a bribe.

These days the protection fees paid to the higher-ups are not paid in vain.

Of course, these little hooligans are definitely not qualified to get involved in those well-known underworld circles.

At best, they can be regarded as some ignorant scoundrels who work as lackeys for gangster bosses.

He is still the kind of henchman who is meaningless and can be abandoned at any time.

"No, no, no, I don't have any money."

Duck stammered.

We can't kill these bastards in public, can we?
This is a park.

That's the annoying thing about little hooligans.

It's disgusting to not bother with them.

It seems not worth it to be on the same level as them.

“It doesn’t matter, just go ahead.

Brothers, let me make you rich..."

These guys were even happier to see Dak cowering.

They dare not hurt or kill anyone.

But it is too easy to squeeze money out of this easy-to-bully guy.

You can tell from his attitude that he is a coward who dares not to resist. If that's the case, then you can go even further.

For example, using his identity to apply for online loans.

Even if the credit rating is not high, let alone hundreds of thousands or millions.

It's easy to make 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and you don't have to worry about being traced.

"We've caught a fat sheep."

A few hooligans looked at each other.

I just like to bully weaklings like this.

If you meet someone who resists stubbornly at the slightest provocation, all you can do is say a few harsh words.

"Come on, come on, guys, let's treat our friends to a meal!"

"Good brother, come here quickly."

They sandwiched Dak in the middle, and several of them put their arms around Dak's shoulders to prevent him from speaking.

This confused the other people watching in the park, who thought it was still an acquaintance.

Of course, Dak was very happy too.

When he gets to a place with fewer people, it's time for him to do whatever he wants.

Uh-huh-huh.

I hope there will be more people in the base camp of these ruffians.

It would be best if they have some connection with real gangsters.

Dak suddenly felt that it would be nice to be the emperor of the underground.

The primitive accumulation of capital is always bloody, so robbing one’s foes is a good choice.

"Bag, my bag, my bag!"

Dak stretched out his hand towards where he had been sitting. He couldn't keep the doll in his hand all the time, right?

I bought a package before.

"Brother, go get it for him."

"Okay, eh?
It’s still a doll, and it looks very lifelike!

It should be worth the money.”

When I opened the backpack, I found the doll was so lifelike that it gave me an uncanny valley effect that made me scared.

The little gangster quickly zipped up his pants.

Just like that, the group left in a lively manner.

The hero's domain is set by the doll. The doll is a partial extension of the system. Her domain is the product of her skills after the race is changed, which is not very orthodox.

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