A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 116 The Bard

January 4, 2018, early morning.

When Dio awoke from his sleep, the first thing he felt was not the bright morning light of early summer, but rather complete darkness.

At the same time, a warm, continuous pressure came from my lower body.

What's blocking my view?

A somewhat sluggish consciousness slowly began to function.

Oh, it turns out to be an ever-growing abundance of evil.

Jiufeng Jiuzhouji has never had a good sleeping posture.

She not only liked to roll up most of the blankets, but also habitually grabbed the nearest thing in her sleep—such as Theo's head or arm—and shoved it into her arms, then clamped her legs tightly around his thighs, completing a "python-style strangulation."

From a psychological perspective, this is probably a manifestation of a subconscious lack of security in older women.

At this moment, she was unconsciously performing this "daily exercise".

It took Dio some effort to free himself from the other's "strangulation" embrace. He sat up, rubbed his arm where it had been pressed, and went to wash up.

Half an hour later, he led Yuki out of the hotel suite and greeted Eileen, who was already waiting outside in a standard maid outfit: "Good morning. The weather is great today, the sun is shining."

"Indeed, earlier, light cumulus clouds lingered in the low sky, the humidity was moderate, and the wind speed was quite gentle. It was a beautiful day with the weather cooperating with us."

Ailian stood ramrod straight, responding to Theo's pleasantries about the weather with a rigid, standard answer, her smile devoid of warmth.

Dio activated his "Six Eyes," his azure pupils swirling with magical power. His gaze, like the most sophisticated X-ray scanner, silently "seeed through" Ailian from head to toe, inside and out.

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A half-human, half-cursed spirit synthesized later in life?

It was indeed perceptible that two souls were superimposed within one body, and through some unknown method, the consciousness and activity of the cursed spirit were suppressed, barely allowing it to be dominated by a human.

This unstable mixed state —

It sounds like the kind of "half-human, half-ghoul" or "half-death god, half-hollow" setting, where you have to be a hybrid to have the so-called "hybrid advantage"?

However, Ai Lian's total magical power and intensity are actually not very strong.

In fact, if we take the six top-tier sorcerers that Dio had met as an example, she was the weakest among those at that level.

Therefore, Theo did not agree with the concept of "hybrid vigor".

In his view, the potential of humanity is the greatest of all known races.

It is not that humans have an advantage by "not being human"; on the contrary, it is often those non-human beings that show a qualitative leap or unique advantage after acquiring human components (emotions, intelligence, form).

However, money can't buy genuine entertainment.

Even though he already knew about Ai-Lian's abnormality from Hiromi's report, and vaguely sensed some possible schemes behind her through the eavesdropping ability of the Anti-Childhood Twins, he still chose to let it go for the time being.

Now that he knows there is a powerful cursed spirit in Austria, he will naturally go there sooner or later.

Before that, Theo wanted to see what kind of drama this "chess piece" that had been deliberately placed beside him would trigger.

As the convoy drove away from the city and headed towards the Preservation School workshop in the suburbs, a strange man suddenly appeared by the roadside, blocking their way.

It was a man holding a lute and dressed as a medieval bard.

He lit a small bonfire in the open space and was now sitting by the fire, waving and whistling at the convoy, as if he had been waiting there all along.

However, what is extremely incongruous is that he has a typical East Asian face, with black hair and black eyes, which is completely out of place with his European-style attire.

It's the 21st century, and people are still using this old-fashioned trope of "a bard blocking the road, telling stories, and offering advice"?!

Theo was somewhat speechless, but he still raised his hand to signal the convoy to stop.

"Do you want to hear—uh—" He wanted to confirm Yuki's opinion, so he turned his head and his cheek just happened to bump lightly against her outstretched finger.

Yuki laughed and said, "If you want to hear it, roll down the window~ I've never met a wild bard before."

So Theo obediently lowered the car window.

Seeing this, the bard plucked the strings and sang in clear Chinese: "Traveler from afar, please do not rush away, but stop here to rest. Look, the campfire is still warm, and the story is just beginning."

"Let the wind in Shinjuku sing softly for us, let it bring back echoes of the past, and blow away the fatigue of your journey."

"Then, let us weave the unfinished chapters of the past into the hope for tomorrow's journey."

"Gojo Satoru's fall was forgotten, the cries of his students and the despair of his colleagues were nowhere to be found. Blood was spilled all over the desolate Shibuya, and its brilliance would soon dissipate into shattered clouds."

"Mortals relentlessly pursue the glory and prestige of the strongest and most boundless, placing their hopes for saving the world on a single individual. Little do they know, the silence of the sealed one within the prison gates surpasses all their absurd pronouncements."

"Pour your sorrow, my friend! When the light of those six eyes shines once more in the newly born world of magic, the strongest figure will return to our side and fight alongside us."

"A cup of cloudy wine, a paper flower. Life slips through our fingers like a curse, yet the cherry blossoms on the college trees still bloom crimson."

The song ended, its lingering melody drifting away in the wind.

Dio's thoughts quickly began to unfold.

The repeated references to "Prison Gate" and "Gojo Satoru" in the lyrics and music formed a certain connection in his mind.

As far as he knew, this was a top-grade cursed artifact specializing in sealing. "Prison Gate Frontier - Inside" was still kept by Tianyuan, but "Prison Gate Frontier - Outside" had long since disappeared.

Could it be that the cursed object caused Gojo Satoru to be sealed away?

This is truly hard to believe. How could someone with six eyes, who can see through the flow of all magical power and the mechanisms of spells, easily fall into such a trap?

"What is this?" Theo looked into the man's fearless eyes. "A fable? Or—some kind of prophecy?"

"Ah, yes." The bard put away his lute, a meaningful smile on his face. "You could say it's a prophetic story given as a gift of friendship."

He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and his tone became serious: "Respected Lord Di, I am not here today to recite poetry. I am here to expose the evil deeds of certain people."

"Oh? But please speak freely." Theo gestured for him to continue.

"Some people at the Austrian Atomic Energy Agency are creating an unprecedented, world-destroying curse!"

In order to become the gods of the new world, they were high above and fed on all living beings.

They cannot hear the cries of others, nor can they see happiness.

Perhaps, in their eyes, all living beings are nothing more than ants, trash, and playthings to be manipulated at will. 'So said the bard.'

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