Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

The next morning, Yu Ren had just lain down and was still half asleep when the door to his hospital room was kicked open.

"Oh, so you're all still alive?"

Gojo Satoru strode in, his signature black eye patch covering his eyes. His 1.9-meter frame almost filled the entire doorway when he stood there.

Yuuto opened his eyes, looked at the door that was still trembling slightly, and said helplessly, "Mr. Gojo, the door is innocent."

"It's alright, it's used to it." Gojo Satoru walked over casually, dragged over a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and acted as if he were in his own living room.

Nanami sat back on the hospital bed, his left shoulder wrapped in a thick bandage. When he saw Gojo Satoru, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Satoru."

"Nanami." Gojo Satoru glanced at him, his usual playful grin fading. "I heard you saw Jade yesterday?"

Nanami didn't speak immediately, so Yuuto took over and repeated what he had told Yagami Masamichi before.

After listening, Gojo Satoru remained silent for a long time, as if searching through distant memories, before finally asking, "What did Natsuyu say?"

Yuuto took the business card out of his pocket and handed it over. It only had a phone number on it.

He invited me to join his group, but I declined.

Gojo Satoru took the business card, glanced at it, and casually tossed it back to Yuuto: "Refusing was the right thing to do. That guy's path... is a dead end."

He remained silent for a few seconds, still not making any jokes as usual.

Nanami spoke slowly from the side, her voice slightly hoarse: "Satoru, has he been doing those things all these years?"

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Yes, he killed a lot of ordinary people, collected cursed spirits, and recruited sorcerers, wanting to create a world where only sorcerers exist."

Nanami lowered her head and said nothing more.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru with a serious expression: "I plan to return to the world of jutsu."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Lying on the hospital bed, Nanami said with a determined look in her eyes, "I chose to run away before, thinking I could avoid the pain."

"I only realized later that whether you work hard in the world of ordinary people or stay in the world of sorcery, both are hell."

"Since that's the case, why not choose a path that can truly save lives?"

“I can’t turn a blind eye to ordinary people being harmed by cursed spirits, and I don’t want younger generations to die needlessly like my friend.”

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a few seconds, then burst into laughter: "This is the Nanami I know."

Just then, the ward door was pushed open again.

Night Moth Masamichi, who had gone back to rest last night, led a young man in.

Brown hair, wearing a knitted hat, looks to be in his early twenties.

He peeked half his head out from behind Moth, staring intently at Nanami as if he had seen a long-lost idol.

"Nanami-senpai, is it really you?"

Nanami also said with delight, "Ino, it's been a long time."

Yu Ren stared at the young man in the hat before him, his mind racing with relevant information.

Takuma Ino, Nanami's junior, is currently rated as a Level 2 Spellcaster.

However, their actual combat strength had already reached the first-level standard, but they had been insisting on waiting for Nanami's personal recommendation for promotion, which was why they had not applied for the rating.

Ino looked at Nanami excitedly and rushed to the bedside: "Nanami-senpai, you're finally back! I thought..."

He swallowed his words halfway through, scratched his head, and said, "Anyway, it's good that you're back."

Nanami rarely showed a faint smile: "You're still the same."

Masamichi Yagami adjusted his glasses and looked at everyone: "Now that Nanami is back, Ino, you should also prepare to advance to a Level 1 Spellcaster. What kind of person stays at Level 2 all the time?"

Ino blushed and stammered, "Um... I was waiting for Nanami-senpai's recommendation..."

Night Moth nodded and explained, "There are strict rules for the promotion of sorcerers. To be promoted one level, two sorcerers of level one or above need to jointly recommend you."

"After that, you will team up with the person you recommended to carry out a Level 1 mission. Your performance will be evaluated throughout the process, and you will be officially assigned a level only after passing the review."

Ino nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know, as long as Nanami-senpai recommends me, that's enough!"

His strength had long been up to par; he was just waiting for Nanami.

Now that he's finally got the chance, he's naturally not going to let it go.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru suddenly waved his hand and said, "Wait, I understand the rules of the assessment, but it also depends on the person."

He looked at Youren: "You're almost a Level 2 now?"

Yuuto nodded.

Gojo Satoru continued, "Principal, this kid has killed a Level 1 Cursed Spirit on his own, and yesterday he participated in the battle against six Level 1 Cursed Spirits. Anyone could have such a record."

After a moment of contemplation, Moth Masamichi said, "Indeed, Yuuto's performance far exceeds the standard of a regular second-level fighter."

Gojo Satoru then pointed at Ino: "And this kid, his skill level is already high enough, so he doesn't need to go through the assessment process."

Nocturnal Moth did not refute this.

Gojo Satoru shrugged: "That makes things simple. According to the rules, the recommendation authority for a Special Grade Spellcaster is inherently more significant than that for a Grade One Spellcaster."

"I personally recommended them, and with the two of you at Level 1, three recommenders can't even handle one assessment?"

He looked at Yuuto and Ino: "You don't need to go through those tedious procedures, just upgrade directly."

"If such a record still needs to be evaluated, then there are very few people in the world of sorcery who don't need to be evaluated."

Masamichi Nobi patted Ino's shoulder: "Alright, don't disturb the wounded's rest, go out first."

Pig wild reluctantly

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru stood up and patted Yuuto on the shoulder: "You're really talented, kid. Very good, very good."

Yuuto nodded awkwardly, then said, "By the way, Mr. Gojo, I'll bring Sora to school tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru readily nodded: "OK, OK, bring it all, I promise to raise you to be plump and healthy."

Yu Ren quickly shook his head: "Being fair-skinned is fine, but you absolutely can't get fat."

Gojo Satoru is always easygoing with his friends, even to the point of forming close friendships across generations, playing and joking around like it's New Year's Eve.

Yuto is also very easy to get along with, so although the two haven't known each other for very long, they already have a good relationship.

The two played around for quite a while before Youren finally left the college.

Before going home, Yuto made a special detour to the law firm of the Nipponsha Company to hand over the evidence related to the Matsumoto Taichi case issued by the Jujutsu-cho (Jujutsu Agency).

Those materials were mostly forged by the Spellcasting Agency in conjunction with government departments, yet they had solid official endorsement.

In addition, they have also managed to quell public opinion online.

After all, for the Cursed Arts Hall, manipulating public opinion, fabricating evidence, and reasonably overturning a case are just routine operations.

Ordinary people will never know the truth, nor do they need to know the truth.

They just need an acceptable explanation.

The reason for such high efficiency is largely thanks to Yuto's prior arrangement with Gojo Satoru.

Otherwise, by the time Matsumoto Taichi is in prison, the fabricated chain of evidence might still not be complete.

Before leaving, Yuto handed his business card to Nichisha:

"If there are any cases in the future that cannot be judged by common sense, you are welcome to come to me at any time."

Chapter 42 A Tremendous Change Is Imminent

Matsue City, Shimane Prefecture

This city of 200,000 people is currently immersed in the peaceful night.

Deep within the abandoned drainage tunnel, it has been transformed into an underground nest.

The plague sat in an antique armchair that had been moved from somewhere, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine.

He was wearing a dark gray three-piece suit with a burgundy scarf tied at the collar, his hair was neatly combed back, and a faint smile played on his lips.

He was a quintessential Victorian-era English gentleman.

He took a small sip of red wine and sighed with satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

He was extremely frustrated during this period.

Ever since he was reported by that sorcerer named Kasuga Yuuto, the sorcerer world has launched a relentless manhunt for him.

He traversed most of Japan and finally managed to escape.

This time, he was even more careful and meticulous, and finally, he started to develop again.

Looking from behind him, the tunnel was divided into three sections.

The outermost area is where ordinary Kabah members gather.

Hundreds of figures were crammed into the dimly lit tunnel. They wore tattered clothes, had grayish-brown skin, bulging veins, and bloodshot eyes.

The diaphragm on his chest shimmered with a bluish-white light, like a series of dim lanterns.

They were once the lowest-income people in the city.

Homeless people, drunkards, the downtrodden, forgotten old people. Those marginalized members of society who disappear without anyone immediately noticing.

The plague took several days to transform them one by one in the dark corners of the city.

These ordinary Kabane are slow-moving but fearless of pain. Even with severed limbs and decapitations, they can continue fighting as long as their core in their chest is not destroyed by cursed power.

Therefore, its combat power is equivalent to a level three cursed spirit.

Further inside were dozens of elite Kabane.

They are completely different from ordinary Kabane.

He was taller and more muscular, with dark silver skin and a thick, steel-like tunic covering his chest.

Its combat power has reached the level of a quasi-second-level curse spirit.