Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

The surging tide of shadows completely covered the inner walls of the ice shell before Su Nuo, whose spell had been broken, could react.

Xia Jie's voice gradually faded into the dark tide, and in its place came... Reggie's voice!

"How interesting. Even though it's completely dark, we can still see each other clearly, Mr. Fushiguro."

Reggie, an ancient sorcerer with long blond hair and clothes covered in banknotes, has made his appearance.

Counterfeit goods? A transformation technique?

A strong sense of denial rose in Sukuna's heart, followed by a denial of denial itself.

No, it's genuine!

What kind of magic does Xia Jie possess? Is it illusion magic?

Damn it, after defeating Xia Jie, how much strength do I still have left to deal with Gojo Satoru?

Su Nu clenched his fists, wanting to use his superior physical skills to finish off Reggie as quickly as possible.

"I'm not Fu Hei!"

The fist, enhanced with magical power, reached Reggie before Sukuna could answer.

Then Sukuna, who was confident of victory, could only watch helplessly as Reggie dodged his punch.

"A new image."

Reggie spoke softly.

Three cars plunged into the shadows, and Su Nuo was bent over by their weight.

'What's going on? This guy in front of me is weird!'

Su Nuo's forehead veins bulged as he mustered all his strength to resist the weight's pressure.

"No, something's wrong with my body!"

Su Nuo could no longer sense his own spell power, magic formula, innate domain, or the existence of Mo Xu Luo; even his two extra eyes had vanished without a trace.

In other words, aside from the difference in consciousness, Sukuna at this moment is a complete replica of Fushiguro Megumi, the one who can be exorcised by a level two cursed spirit!

"who are you?"

Su Nu struggled to lift her head, her eyes fixed on Reggie.

"I'm Reggie. Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

Reggie smoothed his hair and smiled at the corrupted Sukuna.

“Your appearance, your spells, all tell me you are Reggie… but my soul denies it!”

"Tell me quickly, what exactly are you?"

Sukuna, whose voice had also darkened, shouted angrily.

"What are you talking about? I am Reggie, the real Reggie."

Reggie tore off a receipt, conjured a set of dumbbells, and added a bit more burden to Sukuna, or rather, to Mr. Fushiguro.

"I mean, how long are you going to let your soul be manipulated, Reggie!" Su Nuo was already flushed.

"Then I'd like to ask you, how long are you going to let Sukuna control you, Fushiguro Megumi?"

Chapter 67 Weightlifting Returns to the Countryside

"Fine, whether you're Fukuro or Sukuna, whether I'm the real Reggie or the fake Reggie, let's lift weights."

Reggie, the strongest blond male sorcerer of ancient times, waved his hand and used the levitation command to deactivate the car and dumbbells.

As the immense pressure dissipated, Nuohei Hui, the strongest underage Shadow Master in modern times, looked up, her mouth slightly agape as she was about to utter some trash talk, then stopped.

Because he made eye contact with Reggie, and because Xia Jie used memory techniques to reproduce the effects of Gao Yu's techniques.

Let's give it our all.

He could sense the plea in Reggie's fiery gaze.

Driven by a desire for weightlifting, the burning gaze that matched her thirst was gradually shaking Nuohei's heart.

Now, I can no longer bring myself to ask questions like, "Why am I the one lifting the weights when you were the one who started this field?"

Nuohei Hui's eyes lit up with passion, and she smiled with a hint of helplessness:

"Just this once, Reggie."

Love me! Love me!

Hate me! Hate me!

Love me! Love me!

Kill me! Kill me!

An exciting melody, seemingly from nowhere, rose up in the murky courtyard, causing Nuohei Hui to momentarily lose her composure.

They're back, they're all back.

Einaka, who could no longer distinguish how much of himself was Sukuna and how much was Fushiguro, felt as if everything had returned to that gymnasium.

A familiar place.

A familiar opponent.

The familiar thing—weightlifting!

"Phase, stadium, car."

Reggie's voice entered Hui's mind, and the renewed burden brought him back to his senses.

"Reggie, your spell is such a nuisance!" Hui straightened up despite the weight of the car and scolded with a laugh.

“How rude of me, we’re doing weightlifting.” Reggie replied with a smile.

“Is that so? Then you can join us.” Hui raised her index finger, pointed above the domain, and chanted an incantation, “Planet, Domain, Elephant and Reggie!”

The elephant emerged from the shadows above and crashed heavily onto Reggie.

"I'd be happy to oblige."

Wearing a Reggie suit, Xia Jie, who has absorbed numbers into his soul, struggles to catch the elephant with both hands.

While it may be easy to lift an elephant with numbers, that's Fu Hei's way of thinking!

Xia Jie ran back to the world of sorcery not only to create a perfect ending, but also largely to experience the authentic story of the gods and humans.

Weightlifting is like making a giant intestine soup; only by leaving a portion of the roadside that belongs to Reggie will you know that you are lifting an elephant, not a small ant.

So what does Mr. Reggie think now, having personally experienced lifting an elephant?

"Weightlifting is bullshit."

The passion in Reggie's eyes dimmed slightly. There are always some things in this world that seem wonderful when you're just observing them, but once you get involved, you realize that they're nothing special.

But at least for this moment, Reggie learned something from it.

“You know what, Hui? You’ve lifted toy cars several times, but that doesn’t mean you’ve learned how to lift weights.”

"The burdens on our shoulders have increased, and the childhood dreams we wanted to let go have become heavier in our consciousness. It is these small weights that accumulate and crush us."

"What do you mean?" Hui's face was full of question marks when she heard Reggie's words. "Why would you say this when you were lifting weights?"

"I mean……"

Reggie paused, then laboriously pulled out a hand and tore off an unremarkable receipt from his person.

Then, the receipt began to burn, and Reggie's voice continued:

"You're the weightlifter!"

"Weightlifting, doubles, elephant and house, a single household!"

The house broke through the shadow at the top of the domain and crashed down towards Nuohei Megumi.

"Sukuna, Sukuna, you who reside in Fukuro's body are nothing more than an ordinary person born in an era before detached houses."

Seeing Reggie's upturned lips, Nuohei Hui felt a sense of foreboding.

Let me give you an example of a detached house, is it real or fake?

Will it hold up?

"Burube, Yura Yura..."

Literally, facing imminent disaster, Nuohei Hui suddenly clapped her hands and resolutely embarked on a path of not succumbing to pressure.

He knew perfectly well that now that everything had reverted to Fukuro Megumi's state, the demon he summoned was most likely an untamed demon.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all!

Unable to break free from this barrier, all he wanted was to drag Reggie down with him!

Trying to put pressure on him? Dream on!

Anyone who wants to lift this house can lift it!

At this moment, within the domain, what was originally just darkness began to take on a profound and ominous aura.

Then came the long howl of wolves and the short croaking of frogs.

The detached house was now mostly in ruins, with the roof almost touching Nuohei Hui's hair. A strong premonition of death made the hair on his body stand on end.

Fortunately, after the cries of the black wolves and giant toads lined up on the left and right disappeared, the bound ultimate shikigami—Makoro—was able to escape.

They then appeared.

The enormous, bone-white figure lifted up the detached house. Due to the influence of Gao Yu's magic, the house did not collapse; instead, it transmitted its weight to Mo Xu Luo intact.

"Hey, you bastard Reggie, I'm going to die now, you better do your best~"

Lao Hui looked up and uttered the familiar last words to Reggie.

Almost the instant the words fell, a giant, bone-white hand swatted at Lao Hui like a fly, trying to kill him on the spot.

"That won't do."

Reggie, who was holding the elephant, shook his head, and the giant hand that was halfway through its swing was withdrawn, and instead, he forcefully raised it above his head.