A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

The following day, the group traveled to the Qutub Minar complex in South Delhi.

In the center of the complex, the 73-meter-high Victory Tower stands amidst the ruins, its body covered with Quranic inscriptions and Hindu-style vine patterns—a monument built by the conquerors using the stone from the destroyed temple.

"According to records, there were originally twenty-seven Hindu temples here—of course, that may be a figure of speech."

Laru, holding a parasol, flipped through a handbook.

"In short, it was demolished in the 12th century, and the stone was used to build this Islamic Victory Tower."

Legend has it that the iron pillars beneath the tower are 1600 years old and never rust.

The scientific explanation is its high phosphorus content, but the sorcery community has a different view, suggesting it was simply made into a cursed object or tool.

Theo placed his hand on the cold pillar.

"There are indeed remnants of cursed power... It's very ancient, almost 'solidified' into the material structure."

"This magical quality, born from conquest and conflict of faith..."

"If I could take some materials with me, maybe I could ask the apartment building owners to combine them into some interesting magical artifacts." Neki Riku thought to himself.

"We are now—"

Manami had just frowned when Ralu chuckled and took over the conversation.

"We haven't even actually encountered a single top-tier cursed spirit yet."

Don't do anything that damages cultural relics, as this will definitely get you arrested, expelled, or even cause a diplomatic dispute with the Indian government!

Although we are not afraid, there's no need to start a big conflict right away, is there?

He winked at Manami as he spoke, indicating that he had said everything she wanted to say.

Miki Riku sheepishly looked away, muttering under his breath, "I was just saying it casually, I wouldn't actually do it..."

Before he could finish speaking, his cell phone suddenly vibrated and then rang with an abrupt electronic ringtone.

Riku gestured for everyone to wait a moment, took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and his expression turned slightly serious.

"Don't wait for me," he said, walking quickly to a relatively open space nearby. "I'll take this call first."

"Visitors from afar, would you like to know the legend of Qutub Minar?"

Then, an old voice came from twenty or thirty meters away.

"It is said that on the night of the full moon, the iron pillar will bleed, and the gods of the destroyed temples will appear on the top of the tower."

The speaker was a blind old woman wrapped in a dirty sari, sitting on a tattered blanket, with colorful grains of rice and dried flower petals for divination in front of her.

Her eyes were sunken, yet she was "looking" in the direction of the iron pillar.

Laru walked over and knelt down, placing a five-hundred-rupee note on her blanket: "Grandma, what else do you know?"

The old woman traced the texture of the banknote with her withered fingers, letting out a gurgling laugh:

"Feathered Serpent... Kunar... It has slumbered beneath the tower for three hundred years. When the air pollution in Delhi reaches its peak, it will awaken and cleanse the city with toxic smog."

"Air pollution? What kind of environmental serpent is this...?"

Theo immediately thought of a character from a fighting game, frowned slightly, and secretly complained that this setting was too far-fetched.

"Feathered Serpent? Quetzalcoatl?" Xia Youjie picked up the conversation, his tone questioning with a hint of confirmation. "That's the core deity of the Mayan and Aztec mythology system in Mesoamerica, isn't it?"

"Legend says they can travel, child," the old woman continued, chuckling.

"Just as the British brought railways to India, the legend of the feathered serpent also came with other colonists."

But here... it becomes something else.

Like the Aryans, it drank Ganges water, ate curry leaves, and adapted to the local environment.

She suddenly lowered her voice: "Three weeks ago, an American tourist disappeared while taking pictures at the top of the tower."

The police said it was an accident, but the people who cleaned the stairs said that early that morning, there were transparent, thin skin-like patches on the steps, resembling snake slough, with feather-like patterns on them.

"Thank you for your story." Laru smiled gently and placed a banknote on the blanket in front of her.

The old woman stroked the texture of the banknotes, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

Theo turned away silently, an old rupee coin now appearing between his fingers. He flicked it casually toward the towering Victory Tower.

The coin tumbled through the air, tracing a silver arc, bounced a few times after landing, and finally came to rest—tails up.

He possesses an innate good fortune, a luck that can even permeate theoretically completely random probability events.

Just like this coin that is gently flicked, the moment it leaves your fingertip, its trajectory, air resistance, and every tiny moment of its bounce are all enveloped and guided by that invisible "luck".

The final result will never be an equal distribution of 50/50, but will tilt in the direction that is most favorable to his current cognitive judgment.

This seemingly childish act was actually a way for him to obtain information out of thin air by relying on his extraordinary luck.

The old woman had neither magical power nor any impurities, so she was clearly not a sorcerer.

Her words, when examined from the logical framework of curse studies, are full of inconsistencies and conjectures.

The result of the coin landing tails up confirmed his judgment:

This is just a fabricated, spread, and perhaps fragmented with scattered pieces of real events, but overall it has no revelatory meaning about fate.

Combining the two, Theo was 90% certain that the old woman was talking nonsense.

He hadn't expected to gain any crucial guidance here; he already had preconceived notions. At this moment, luck was simply saving him from unnecessary agonizing and digging deeper.

After walking some distance, Theo asked, "Do you believe her?"

"Of course I won't believe it completely."

Xia Youjie shook his head.

"Even if a super-class hypothetical vengeful spirit based on the 'Feathered Serpent God' were to be born, according to the legends, it should travel across the ocean to cause trouble for the believers in its place of origin."

However... the legend of snake molting itself is worth investigating.

The form of cursed spirits—especially imaginary cursed spirits—is indeed subject to reinterpretation and transformation of local cultural legends.

Exotic myths from the colonial era can be distorted during localization, which, from the perspective of curseology, presents a possibility.

They then carefully explored the scenic area again, and apart from the constant magical power emanating from the tower itself as an ancient cursed object, they did not find any fresh or unclean traces belonging to the cursed spirit.

At this moment, Miki Toshihisa rushed over and reported to the leader in a low voice:

"The contact sent a message that the curse master organization 'Garuda's Eye' in Mumbai is willing to provide information on the Ganesha curse spirit, but requires us to arrive in Mumbai within three days."

They said... traces of 'Ganesha' were recently spotted at Victoria Terminal.

"This location sounds suspicious," Manami said, crossing her arms. "That's a top-tier cursed spirit; how could it keep appearing at a train station with such high foot traffic?"

"It's okay, 'money can't buy fun.' Since someone is offering information, even if it's a trap, it's worth stepping on."

As for that overly fantastical legend of the feathered serpent—let's put it aside for now. Let's go to Mumbai and see what the local sorcerers are up to.” Theo decided.

"Agreed. They'd never guess that our five-person team has two Special Grade and three First Grade members."

"I'm actually looking forward to seeing their surprised expressions," Laru added.

Xia You recalled the information about famous historical sites that she had quickly browsed on the plane, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"It's not necessarily unbelievable... at least it's much more reasonable than Quetzalcoatl."

The investigation into the terrorist attack at Victoria Terminal ten years ago that killed hundreds of people did indeed leave behind filth.

Looking back now, it may not have been just a simple terrorist attack.