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

"Fushiguro... Kugizaki... Go back quickly, Gojo-sensei is in danger!!"

Just as Kiyotaka Ijichi removed the "tent," he saw three people, covered in blood and panting heavily, rush out of the ruins.

"Rational, Rational classmate? Is the exorcism over?"

"Get in the car, we're heading back to Shinjuku right now." Rito didn't waste any words and directly opened the door of the black official car.

"Wait! No!" Ijichi was startled and quickly used his body to block the car door, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"The higher-ups have ordered you to stay here and be ready to support the cleanup efforts in Shinagawa Ward at any time! Disobeying this mandatory transfer order will not only result in your repercussions, but also in my accountability by the Directorate General!"

Kugizaki Nobara kicked the tire, making a dull thud.

"To hell with the higher-ups! Those cursed spirits were just putting on an act to buy time! Someone deliberately lured us away to deal with Gojo-sensei!"

"Mr. Gojo?" Ijichi was stunned, then stammered and shook his head.

"How could that be... That's Mr. Gojo. There's no one in this world who could kill him..."

"What if it's a seal?"

Rito's cold voice interrupted Ichiji's self-comfort.

Ijichi was startled, staring at the first-year student in front of him.

There was no hint of joking in Rito's eyes.

"If Gojo-sensei is really ousted here, do you think the higher-ups will still have the chance to hold him accountable?" He stared into Ijichi's eyes, his words like knives.

Ichiji froze on the spot.

He was a rule-abiding assistant supervisor who was used to unconditionally obeying orders from higher-ups.

But looking at the three students in front of him, covered in wounds yet showing no sign of backing down, and looking into Rito's eyes, his hand holding the car keys began to tremble violently.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky at some unknown time.

The cold rain lashed against Ichiji's glasses, making it difficult for him to see the world clearly.

Mr. Gojo... is he in danger?

Ijichi gritted his teeth, and the image of Gojo Satoru, who was usually frivolous but always stood in front of everyone, flashed through his mind.

"...Get in the car!"

Ijichi yanked open the driver's side door and shouted those two words almost at the top of his lungs.

Soon, the engine roared furiously.

The black government car swerved violently on the flooded road, its tires screeching against the ground and sending up a plume of white smoke, like an enraged beast defying all commands as it sped wildly toward Shinjuku.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely oppressive.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the windshield wipers were swinging wildly back and forth on the windshield, making a monotonous "scratching" sound.

Ijichi floored the accelerator and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"Rito, what's this 'seal' you were talking about?" Fushiguro Megumi asked in a low voice, sitting in the passenger seat and watching the street scene rushing past the window.

Kugizaki, sitting in the back row, turned around and stared intently at Rito.

In their minds, Gojo Satoru is an invincible absolute ceiling; they can't even touch him, let alone seal him.

Rito leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He was rapidly processing the intelligence while meticulously packaging his prophetic message.

"When I was organizing the old archives in the college library, I consulted some fragments about ancient barrier techniques and top-grade cursed artifacts," Rito said calmly.

"One of the names is listed as an absolute taboo—[Prison Gate Frontier]."

"Prison Gate?" Fu Heihui frowned slightly; he had no recollection of the name.

"A living, top-grade cursed artifact. Legend has it that it is a barrier formed from the physical body of a highly accomplished monk after his death." Rihito opened his eyes, his gaze profound.

"As long as certain conditions are met, no matter who the other party is, even if it is a god, they can be forcibly sealed in an absolute space without the concept of time."

"They can even ignore Gojo-sensei's shamelessness?" Kugizaki gasped.

"Yes, it ignores all magical defenses." Li Ren nodded, "But its activation conditions are extremely demanding. The target must be within its effective radius, and one minute must pass in the mind."

"One minute?" Fushiguro Megumi immediately realized the problem.

"That's impossible. In the midst of battle, Gojo-sensei would never stand still for even a minute."

"Physical time doesn't need to be a minute; it's 'internal time'," Rihito corrected.

"For someone like Gojo-sensei, who has six eyes and whose brain processes information at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, just a moment's psychological shock or extreme astonishment is enough for the massive amount of information flooding into his brain to instantly fill the 'one minute' limit."

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

"That's why the mole went to such lengths to set up that ancient black tent in Shinjuku. That barrier wasn't meant to trap Gojo-sensei at all, but to force him to break free. Gojo-sensei will definitely break through the barrier and come out."

"And that traitor will surely have prepared a deadly trap at the only foothold the teacher can find after breaking through the formation, a trap designed to cause him psychological shock!"

The carriage fell into a deathly silence, with only the torrential rain outside the window pounding furiously against the roof.

"Damn it..." Kugizaki gritted his teeth, "We have to clear the traps at the exit before Gojo-sensei breaks through the formation!"

"But the problem is, Shinjuku is so big, a hemispherical black curtain covers the entire core area." Ijichi's voice trembled in front of him.

"We haven't even seen what the barrier looks like, how could we possibly know where Mr. Gojo would break through it from? If we blindly go in to search, we simply won't have enough time!"

"No need to guess blindly," Fushiguro Megumi suddenly said.

He turned to look at the driver's seat, his eyes sharp.

"Mr. Ijichi, when the higher-ups issued the transfer order, what were the precise initial coordinates for Mr. Gojo to investigate?"

Ijichi paused for a moment, then blurted out, "The exhaust plaza above the old underground passage at Shinjuku East Exit!"

"That's our destination," Fushiguro Megumi said calmly.

"Since this is a trap specifically designed to target Gojo-sensei, it's impossible for the trap to be randomly placed within the massive barrier. It must be anchored at the coordinates where Gojo-sensei initially stepped in. When he forcibly shatters space from the inside, his landing point in the real world will definitely be the place where he disappeared!"

"Mr. Ijichi, go to Shinjuku East Exit!" Rito suddenly looked up.

"clear!"

Ichiji floored the accelerator.

The official vehicle changed lanes repeatedly in the heavy rain, even driving directly into the oncoming lane, drawing a chorus of honking horns from behind.

Hurry up.

Faster!

Rito stared intently at the curtain of water being cleared by the windshield wipers.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to smash the lock to pieces before fate locked him up!

The rain poured down, and the entire city of Tokyo seemed to be submerged in icy water.

As we got closer to Shinjuku, the atmosphere inside the car became so serious that it was hard to breathe.

"Hold on tight—!"

Iji suddenly slammed the steering wheel shut.

The car's tires screeched as it braked at the edge of the abandoned Shinjuku city, skidding for more than ten meters on the flooded road before coming to a sudden stop on the outskirts of the East Exit Plaza.

The car door was violently pushed open.

Rito, Fushiguro, and Kugizaki rushed into the torrential rain at the same time, looking up ahead.

However, the next second, all three of them stopped breathing completely.

In the shadows ahead.

There were no lurking super-level curse spirits, nor any curse masters poised to strike.

Only corpses.

Hundreds of civilian corpses, along with severed limbs, were piled up into a nauseating mountain of bodies.

Blood flowed down the mountain of corpses like a waterfall, washed away by the torrential rain, and gathered into a scarlet river that overflowed the soles of Li Ren's boots.