Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"you…"

Although he could freely expand this area, it was still his domain, yet Yang Bo broke through it so easily.

"I don't know if you've found my weakness, but your abilities... tsk, there are some minor issues."

Yang Bo put the pickaxe away and held up one finger:

"Your domain is expanding too slowly. Even I can sense you expanding your domain. Those beings at your level probably won't give you the chance to expand your domain."

"Besides, you can't fight for long, can you? If an enemy can hold you off for a while, you'll probably lose."

Gojo Satoru is known as "Little Kakashi," so his chakra reserves must not be very high, and his eyes must be a burden, otherwise he wouldn't wear an eyepatch all the time.

"Also, what is the effect of your Boundless Void Domain? Is it purely a terrain skill? Doesn't it inflict any negative effects on the enemy?"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

In short, aside from making his abilities stronger, his field was simply a change of environment for Yang Bo.

You're right.

Yang Bo took out a bottle of almond water from his backpack and handed it to Gojo Satoru. He then took out a bottle for himself, unscrewed the cap, and drank it down.

"Try the almond water and see how it works. If you need it, I can give you a discount."

Gojo Satoru took the almond water, and his six pale blue eyes scanned the bottle and the liquid ingredients from top to bottom. The analysis showed that it was just ordinary water with plant extracts, without any fluctuation of magical power. It looked unremarkable.

He took a cautious sip, somewhat warily.

In an instant, he felt an energy appear and nourish his spirit, which had become uncomfortable due to the expansion of his domain and the use of his six eyes.

"A very interesting drink."

He screwed the cap on; he had to take this back and study it carefully.

"I'll buy the equipment you need as soon as possible."

"That's fine."

Yang Bo put the empty almond water bottle into his backpack:

"I'll leave this matter to you. Oh, and there's one more thing I'd like to ask: how can someone like me, who has no magical power, become a sorcerer?"

"A person without magical power cannot become a legitimate sorcerer."

Gojo Satoshi solemnly revealed the cruel truth, then smiled and extended his finger:

"But there are three ways that can give you the ability to deal with cursed spirits."

"First, fight using weapons imbued with cursed power. This way, you can destroy cursed spirits even without cursed power."

"Second, the physique was forcibly endowed with the ability to use curse power."

"third…"

When it came to the third point, Gojo Satoru hesitated a little.

"What is the third?"

"Heaven has given me a curse."

When Gojo Satoru, who had always been carefree, got to this point, his expression became very serious.

"Heaven and Curse are special physical contracts in the world of sorcery, in exchange for power and characteristics equal to or even far exceeding those of ordinary people, at the cost of sacrificing something of oneself."

"The vast majority of powerful individuals without magical abilities rely on this contract to gain combat strength. Once the contract is formed, it is effective for life and cannot be terminated at will."

Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed in Yang Bo's eyes.

"Heaven and curse... a special kind of equivalent exchange..."

He wasn't worried about anything in particular; he was just concerned that the power he had exchanged with an unknown entity from the Jujutsu Kaisen world might not be recognized in other worlds.

"Let me think about it. I'll go back first and come back in a couple of days."

The white mist engulfed Yang Bo's body.

Gojo Satoru looked at the thick fog that had appeared out of nowhere with his six eyes, and a sense of impending death inexplicably rose in his heart.

'Let's go back and discuss with the old man how to deal with this strange guy.'

He couldn't figure out what was going on with the sudden appearance of the white fog.

Forcing Yang Bo to stay would be nothing more than making enemies unnecessarily.

Chapter 114 The Flame Rod is in hand, alchemy begins!

"The Jujutsu Kaisen's battle system is really cool, and the strength is not weak either."

Back in the main world, Yang Bo was deeply impressed by Gojo Satoru's strength. The other party had clearly been testing his strength just now, without using his true power at all.

"My lord, welcome back."

Nezuko, who was practicing swordsmanship, saw him return and immediately stopped what she was doing, walked to his side, and bowed.

"Ah."

After responding, Yang Bo touched Nezuko's long, black hair.

"Nezuko, after I improve my Demon Slayer skills, I'll raise your level."

The level of a Demon Slayer Swordsman is multiplicative, so the stronger the user is, the greater the bonus they receive from their level.

"My lord, you have already done so much for me, I..."

Seeing Nezuko's grateful expression, Yang Bo simply reached out and flicked Nezuko's forehead.

"Stop thinking about nonsense all day long. Let's go, let's go get some goods."

The party guests smell amazing.

Leading Nezuko into the mist, the two arrived at the Level Fun level in the blink of an eye.

As soon as I arrived, the faint sound of party music from the tiers entered my ears.

"Nezuko, a monster called a Party Member will appear here. Our job is to deal with them."

He took out a wooden sword with a purple halo from his backpack and handed it to Nezuko.

"Take it."

This wooden sword only has one "Robbery III" mark, so that Nezuko, as a maid, can get more loot when hunting down partygoers.

Come to the party!

A childlike voice suddenly rang out from next door—a classic line used by partygoers to attract homeless people.

Although it's quite silly, it still has some effect.

"Help!"

The faint cries for help drowned out the barely audible party music. Yang Bo, holding a long knife, looked suspicious and wondered to himself:

'Have the partygoers also picked up those zombie and skinthief tricks?'

No other entities will appear in the pleasure layer. If any entity accidentally enters the pleasure layer, it will be attacked by the partygoers.

"Let's go take a look."

Even if it's a trap set by the partygoers, he's going to step in it today and see how it goes.

Passing through two rooms decorated as birthday parties, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Observation Haki

Through the wall, Yang Bo saw a figure in standard uniform approaching him and Nezuko.

More than a dozen partygoers were chasing after him.

"I didn't expect there would be unlucky souls running to the pleasure floor. Nezuko, get ready, those monsters are coming."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a pale-faced man was seen fleeing for his life at the corner of the seemingly cozy corridor.

"Huff—Run!!"

Yang Bo saw the other person, and the other person saw him too. He immediately shouted breathlessly, and from the sound of his voice, it was clear that he was already at his limit.

boom--

A dull gunshot rang out, the bullet whizzing past the man's body and striking a partygoer precisely in the head.

In an instant, a burst of passionate piano and string music dispelled the spiritually influential children's song in the pleasure layer.

She Is My Sin

The classic startup music for CS1.5/1.6.

The bullet ripped the hood off the partygoer at the front.

Bang—bang—

With each pull of the trigger, colorful experience orbs and other debris flew off the corpses of the partygoers.

"Nezuko, go and give it a try."

"Yes, my lord."

Nezuko flashed past the man, who turned around in surprise.

The petite girl danced through the partygoers, her fiery red Nichirin Blade easily decapitating them.

The Demon Slayer's professional habit is to cut off the head whenever possible, rather than other parts of the body.

"Hey, snap out of it."

The man jolted awake and turned around sharply, staring in horror at Yang Bo, who was holding a golden Desert Eagle.

"I…"

"Don't be nervous. I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad person either. My name is Yang Bo. As you can see, I'm a homeless person. Judging from the markings on you, you should be a member of MEG, right?"

He wore an armband on his shoulder with a black eagle with outstretched wings printed on it, and below it were the capital letters MEG, the symbol of the major explorers' group.

A homeless person? Are you kidding me?!

But the current situation didn't allow him to refute or question the other party's identity. He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, and then introduced himself: