Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

Inside the church.

At this moment, Riche remained in the posture of raising his sword to stab downwards, his expression frozen between astonishment and disbelief.

Those eyes behind the lenses were now covered with fine frost, making it impossible for them to even blink.

The golden light of the Executioner's Sword dimmed within the ice, like a frozen flame gradually extinguishing.

The church fell silent.

Lai Xihua covered her mouth, stared wide-eyed at the man who had been so arrogant just moments before, now standing frozen in place like an ice sculpture.

Xiaoye gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with shock, but a hint of relief appeared on her face.

Rito slowly withdrew his right hand and exhaled a breath of white air.

"You shouldn't decide other people's fate."

His voice echoed in the empty church, and Hiromi Hitsugaya, trapped by ice, could not respond.

The night wind blew in through the broken stained glass windows, stirring up the dust on the ground.

Hiromi Higurashi, still in the pose of thrusting his sword into the ice, remained frozen in time like a sculpture.

Rihito slowly stepped forward, calmly gazing into those eyes covered in frost.

"I know you can hear me," Rito said.

Within the ice, Hiromi's pupils shifted slightly.

Rito raised his right hand and placed his palm on the surface of the ice.

A warm surge of magical power welled up from his palm, like the melting of ice and snow in early spring.

click-

The first crack appeared on the surface of the ice.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread outwards like a spider web, and fine ice shards fell down in a flurry.

Hiromi Higurashi regained his freedom, but he did not continue to attack. Instead, he stood still, moved his stiff fingers, and looked at Rito with a complicated expression.

"Why don't you kill me?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Because your death won't do me any good," Rito bluntly stated. "Besides, as I've said, I'm not a judge and have no right to judge others."

"If that's the case, why did you let me out?" Riche asked after a few seconds of silence.

Rito looked directly into Nichisha's eyes. "I need your help."

Nichisha frowned slightly. "Help?"

"Do you know Gojo Satoru?"

Hiromi's expression shifted slightly. "The strongest sorcerer in the modern sorcery world is sealed within the Prison Gate. You want me to help you rescue him?"

Rito nodded. "After Gojo-sensei was sealed away, the balance of power in the jutsu world has been disrupted, and the mastermind behind it is still plotting an even more insane plan. If we don't rescue him, the Death Cycle will not end; it will only get worse."

"What does that have to do with me? My goal is to remove the spell and return the world to normal. Whether Gojo Satoru is here or not has no impact on my plans," Nichisha said calmly.

"Really no impact? Have you considered that even if you use Kurusu Hana's technique to eliminate the techniques of everyone in the Death Return, then what?" Rihito said.

"Do you think the person behind the scenes will stop? If he can create the first Death Return, he can create a second, or even a third."

"The result is that a constant stream of sorcerers are being created, and your plan is completely meaningless unless you eliminate the person behind it."

Riche's pupils contracted slightly.

"The sorcerer who has lived for a thousand years, Juan Su!" Rihito slowly uttered the name.

"He's the mastermind behind all of this. He possesses thousands of years of wisdom and various hidden schemes. Even if you eliminate all the spells, will he stop there?"

"He'll wait for the next opportunity to continue his plan in a different way. And you, by then, will just be an ordinary person without any magical techniques. Can you stop him?"

A long silence fell over the church.

Hiromi Hiroshi leaned against the wall, his glasses reflecting the sunlight, making it impossible to see his expression.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head.

"What do you want me to do?"

Li Ren felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face.

"Come with us first. Once we find a way to leave the 8th barrier, I will tell you the specific plan."

The car remained silent for a few seconds before finally nodding slowly.

"Okay, I promise."

Kurusu Hana stood beside the altar, her long, silvery-white hair gleaming softly in the candlelight.

She looked at the two men who had just been fighting to the death, now surprisingly cooperating, and a complex expression appeared in her eyes.

Rito turned around and pushed open the church door.

The night wind blew in, carrying the distinctive smell of rust and dust from the industrial area.

Saya quickly caught up and stood beside Rito.

Kuga Makoto also stood up from the low wall, dusted himself off, and walked over.

"How is it?" Hisagi Makoto pushed up his glasses.

"The problem is solved," Rito replied briefly, then his gaze fell on Kuga Makoto. "Now, I need your help."

"What kind of help?"

"I want you to use a spell to predict someone, Scroll."

Kuga Makoto frowned. "Makiro? Who's that?"

"A man in a monk's robe with stitches on his forehead—he's the real mastermind behind the Death Returns. I need to know where he is now," Rihito said gravely.

Kuga Makoto didn't answer immediately, but instead gave Rito a deep look.

"As you know, my technique cannot allow me to see the future at will, and the final result may not be the information you want," he said slowly.

"I know, but it's better than knowing nothing."

Kuga Makoto took a deep breath and nodded.

He walked to a relatively open space, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and interlaced his fingers into a complex gesture.

His breathing gradually became even.

A few seconds later, his brows began to furrow, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the magical power in his body trembled at a peculiar frequency.

Time passed by, second by second.

About half a minute later, Kuga Makoto's body suddenly trembled, as if he had been struck by an electric current.

His eyelids twitched violently, then he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with horror.

"I saw it..." His voice was a little hoarse.

"What did you see?" Rito pressed.

The others also joined in.

Kuga Makoto raised his head, looking directly at Rito, his voice trembling slightly.

"I saw... two people."

Rito's heart skipped a beat. "Who?"

"The first one is the man in the monk's robe you described, Juan Suo."

Kuga Makoto paused, as if organizing his thoughts, before continuing, "The second one... was a man with pink hair and a face covered in black lines. He was standing opposite Curly Noodles, seemingly talking about something."

Upon hearing this, Li Ren felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Pink hair, black stripes—that's Sukuna, who has taken over Itajing's body!

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

In the original work, although Su Nuo and Juan Suo had some interactions, it was definitely not during the stage of the death and return journey, and they would not have appeared in this face-to-face private conversation.

This means that the plot has completely deviated from its original trajectory.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Rito's voice was slightly deep.

Kuga Makoto shook his head, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.

"There's no mistake, that man's magical energy fluctuations... are terrifyingly suffocating."

Rito clenched his fists, his gaze growing increasingly serious, and then said in a deep voice:

"Set off!"