Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

"A relative?? Hisahito's?"

Gojo Satoru's voice rose an octave.

Sumire Kawakawa nodded silently.

"..."

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes briefly, his long, slender fingers rubbing his throbbing temples, trying to untangle this tangled web of relationships.

"So you mean, not only is Hisahito related to that thousand-year-old monster, Tsuzō, but now... he's also connected to these top-grade cursed artifacts preserved in jars?"

Kikawa Sumi nodded honestly again, and even considerately added, "Judging from the degree of entanglement of their causal threads, they should be genuine brothers."

Now, Gojo Satoru really didn't know what to say.

The two stood silently in the dark vault, with a row of top-grade cursed artifacts beside them that would make ordinary sorcerers tremble with fear, and in front of them lay an ethical dilemma left behind by a cursed sorcerer who had lived for over a thousand years.

Not to mention Gojo Satoru, even Sumire Kawakawa didn't know how to evaluate it.

Since arriving in this bizarre world of sorcery, the things he has encountered have become increasingly strange.

Curses are born from negative human emotions; some people treat their souls like clay to be molded; some people have only a brain left but can still take over other people's bodies; nowadays, even students' family trees can be linked to a series of cursed objects.

Suddenly, Kikawa Sumi had a urge to ask Li Xiaolang for two talismans.

He had heard that there were some things in that country across the sea that could ward off evil and bring good fortune.

Although Sumi Kichikawa himself has never believed in these things, now he really wants to ask Gojo Satoru.

Is there a problem with the feng shui of the ancestral home of the Gojo family?

Otherwise, why would Wu encounter all sorts of strange and unusual things?

"puff……"

A suppressed gasp escaped.

Immediately afterward, under the astonished gaze of Sumireki, Satoru Gojo clutched his stomach and burst into a deafening laugh, completely losing all composure.

"Hahahaha! Pfft...cough cough cough! Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard tears were almost streaming down his face, then leaned against Kikawa Sumi's shoulder like he had no bones, burying his head in his lover's neck and laughing so hard he was sobbing.

"So—what Wild Rose said in the courtyard today, wasn't it incredibly insightful?!"

Gojo Satoru laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"That Yuujin guy, does he really have some kind of magical constitution that forces people to form a connection with him? Aoi is like that, and now even the Nine Phases Diagram is like that! What is this? Pokémon Yuujin-kun? Hahahaha!"

Gojo Satoru's flamboyant, unrestrained, and even somewhat neurotic, clear laughter echoed endlessly in the dark and damp Kiku, instantly dispelling the previously heavy and almost suffocating atmosphere.

Kikawa Sumi was pressed to one side by him, feeling the hot breath on her neck and the frequency of the man's chest vibrating. Her originally tense heartstrings helplessly relaxed in the midst of this absurd laughter.

He raised his hand and patted Gojo Satoru's broad back with a mixture of amusement and resignation.

After laughing for a while, Gojo Satoru finally managed to stop gasping for breath.

He straightened up and hastily wiped away the physiological tears that had come out of the corners of his eyes from laughing. Although the corners of his mouth still had a lingering smile, his expression had become cold and calm at a visible speed.

"Alright, let's sort this out carefully."

Gojo Satoru walked to the seal of the Nine Phases Diagram, his hands in his pockets, his voice frighteningly calm.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, Kamo Kenrin—also known as Tōsō—used that woman with a special constitution to create the 'Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo.' If the Nine Phases and Hisahito are brothers, then it means that Tōsō was also Hisahito's creator."

Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at Kikkawa Sumi, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"That old man who's lived for a thousand years, does he actually have a peculiar hobby of being a father? So, in order to create a perfect vessel to hold Sukuna, he stole Hisahito's father's body?"

After all, in the common understanding, taking over the body of a strong male to reproduce is obviously more in line with the behavior of a thousand-year-old monster.

However, he noticed that Sumi Kichikawa's expression had become even more complicated.

The complexity was so profound that it was difficult to put into words.

"Is something wrong?" Gojo Satoru keenly sensed something amiss.

Kikawa Sumi closed her eyes, as if organizing her thoughts or preparing herself mentally.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, looked directly at Gojo Satoru, and spoke in a low, somber tone:

"I understand that cause and effect do not lie. The cause and effect between a father and a child, and between a mother and a child, are fundamentally different in their manifestation in the Dharma realm."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then asked, "...So?"

"The blood and flesh that give birth to life, the life-giving force of ten months of pregnancy, this cause-and-effect relationship will take root directly in the deepest part of the soul, presenting a sense of inclusiveness and profound envelopment."

With the calmest tone, Sumi Kikawa dropped the biggest bombshell of the night:

"From a causal perspective, the connection between Tōshō and Itadori Hisahito is precisely this bond of blood and the grace of nurturing. In other words..."

Kikawa Sumi paused, watching Gojo Satoru's expression gradually freeze, and cruelly finished the sentence:

"He didn't steal Hisahito's father's body; he most likely stole Hisahito's mother's body."

"It was he who carried her for ten months and gave birth to Hisahito."

"..."

Gojo Satoru looked at Sikawa Cheng.

Sumireya looked at him calmly.

For a long while, Jikuli did not make any sound other than breathing.

a long time.

Gojo Satoru's Adam's apple finally bobbed laboriously, and he opened his mouth, uttering two dry words:

"...Wow."

This was the only evaluation he could give after thinking for a long time.

What else is there to say?

A curse master who has lived for a thousand years, a mastermind behind countless bloody storms, actually went so far as to possess a woman's body and personally experience the entire process of pregnancy, childbirth, and childbirth for his own unspeakable grand plan?!

What a terrifying obsession this is!

What an appalling spirit this is!

"The villains have gone this far..." Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, raised his hand to his forehead, and let out a sigh that was hard to tell whether it was mockery or genuine admiration.

"Who wouldn't praise their dedication?"

Now, even Gojo Satoru felt that he had overestimated his opponent, Rōsō.

This is simply the ultimate madman who would sacrifice himself without hesitation to achieve his goal.

"However, this also makes sense."

After a brief moment of shock, Gojo Satoru's brain began to work at high speed again.

His eyes were sharp, and a chilling smile played at the corners of his lips.

"No wonder Yuujin has such ridiculous physical strength, no wonder he was able to suppress the King of Curses so effortlessly after swallowing Sukuna's finger."

"All of this is not some one-in-a-million miracle at all, but rather a 'perfect cage' that Lu Su spent a thousand years creating, combining the failed experiences of the Nine Phases Diagram, and finally tailored for Ryomen Sukuna."

Gojo Satoru looked at Sumireki and sneered, "It seems that our 'Mother,' who has been hiding in the shadows like a rat, is plotting something much bigger than we imagined."