Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

He looked down at his newborn legs, feeling the unfamiliar yet real sensation of his feet touching the soil. After a moment of silence, he spoke: "Senior Duanmu, I am so grateful to you again. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would probably be a toy for real people by now."

His voice carried a hint of relief at surviving the ordeal, but even more so, a heartfelt gratitude.

Then he looked up, a new worry appearing between his brows. "But senior, are we really going to make the deal in Shibuya?"

"If it turns out to be a trap, and the other side wants to make a move in the downtown area, we will be in a very passive position. There are so many ordinary people, and there is simply no time to evacuate them."

Duanmu Yan turned his head and looked at the boy he had personally brought out of the basement.

He smiled slightly and patted Yukichi on the shoulder, "Having more people doesn't really have any impact. By the way, [the text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete sentence or a formatting error].

"Because in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, the outcome is the same whether it's in a no-man's land or a bustling city. I'm absolutely confident that I can eliminate them all before they even make a move. Leave not a single one alive."

Duanmu Yan issued a declaration of victory.

……

On his way back to the college, Duanmu Yan had already gone through the rest of the events in his mind.

The SUV drove smoothly through the night. Sitting next to him was Xingji, whose hands were folded on his knees, occasionally opening and closing, as if confirming that the touch was real.

“Yu Xingji,” Duanmu Yan said, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet carriage, “No one else will know that you’re going undercover this time.”

"All they know in Kyoto is that you were temporarily assigned to carry out a secret mission. The details about your contact with the real person, the treatment for the transformation of non-action, and the follow-up plans are all kept secret."

Yukichi turned to look at him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded solemnly: "I understand."

He didn't ask why; of course he understood.

For the teachers and students of Kyoto Vocational High School, the simple phrase "Yoshikichi and I have returned safely" is enough.

At the temporary base of Kyoto College, Kasumi Miwa was pacing anxiously down the corridor.

The moment she saw Yu Xingji following Duanmu Yan in, she froze for a moment, then her eyes immediately reddened. She rushed forward and grabbed his arm, her voice trembling, "Yu Xingji! Where have you been? You disappeared halfway through the exchange meeting, and I haven't heard from you since. I thought you were killed by that beam of light in the assessment area..."

She paused abruptly, her gaze falling on his newly grown legs and right arm.

It was no longer a cold, lifeless machine, but a living, breathing limb.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, her mouth opened and closed, and after a long pause, she finally managed to utter, "Your leg...your hand..."

As Yukichi looked at her expression of surprise, joy, anger, and anxiety, a faint smile flickered in his eyes.

He raised his arm and flexed his wrist. "Chairman Duanmu gave me a temporary mission. I also took the opportunity to heal my body."

"By the way?!" The expression on Sanlun's face changed from anxiety to disbelief to ecstasy, switching as quickly as a face change.

She circled him twice, looking him up and down, muttering to herself.

"That's amazing!"

"You'll be able to walk on your own from now on."

"We no longer need to rely on magical power to maintain this."

As she finished speaking, her voice began to tremble again, and her eyes filled with tears once more.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu walked over, leaning on his cane, and looked Yukichi up and down, confirming that he was unharmed.

The old man's eyes softened. As the saying goes, old people become shrewd, and he could guess a little bit of what was going on.

However, he didn't ask any further questions, just nodded, but his tone was as serious as ever: "It's good that you're back safe and sound. Sanlun, don't cry, let him go and rest first. The mission has just ended, and his body needs to adjust."

Sanlun nodded vigorously, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, grabbed Yukoki's sleeve and walked away, asking him what he wanted to eat as she went, promising to get it for him at the cafeteria.

Yu Xingji was pulled forward a few steps by her, and then looked back at Duanmu Yan's direction.

There were still many things to finish with the Federation. By the time Ichiji finished signing off on the last batch of auxiliary supervisory schedules, it was already completely dark.

Chapter 265 Taking a Gamble

After finishing everything he needed to do, Duanmu Yan did not rest, but instead had someone invite Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu to the temporary office.

When Xia Youjie pushed the door open, Duanmu Yan was standing by the window with his back to the door.

Wu Tiao Wu followed behind, and as soon as he entered the room, he precisely snatched an unopened candy from Duanmu Yan's desk, leaned back in the sofa, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

Duanmu Yan turned around and placed the real human head in his hand on the table.

At this moment, the head is sealed within the barrier, and there is a small pot on it, which is the same pot that sealed the sorcerer Duanmu Yan before. It is now used to restrict the real person's movements.

With a candy in his mouth and cheeks puffed out, Gojo Satoru looked at the head for a couple of seconds, then at Duanmu Yan. "Is this the special-grade cursed spirit that barged into the assessment area? You deliberately left a head, there must be something going on!"

"Exchange the Su Nuo fingers, use this guy's life to exchange for the remaining Su Nuo fingers in the hands of the water clock and Yao Ji, and then... [the rest of the text is incomplete and cannot be translated.]"

Duanmu Yan briefly explained the time and place of the transaction, and then added, "I will feed all the fingers I received to Itadori Yuujin. Once all the fingers are collected, I plan to revive Sukuna and then I will personally deal with him."

Xia Youjie shifted his gaze from the real human head and looked thoughtfully at Duanmu Yan.

He took a few steps forward and bent down to examine the head closely.

After a moment, he straightened up, his tone filled with undisguised admiration: "Is this the transformation of non-action? It possesses both the instant-kill effect and the self-healing ability of immortality. It is indeed a divine technique."

Duanmu Yan smiled at his expression. "Don't rush to absorb it. Once you've replaced all the remaining fingers, this thing will naturally be yours. At that time, you can absorb it at will."

……

Unlike the gradually cheerful atmosphere at the Spellcasting Academy, the new stronghold of the Spellcasters was deathly silent.

The tussock swam quietly in the shallows, its tentacles drooping listlessly below the water's surface, even it could sense the oppressive atmosphere in the air.

The real person was full of enthusiasm before setting off, but returned with only a head.

They were also asked to exchange their fingers for it.

Louhu stared intently at the sea before him, which was dyed red by the setting sun, his arms crossed over his chest, without saying a word.

Unusually, Yao Ji did not flap her wings and circle around; instead, she turned her head to one side and muttered a few curses under her breath.

Kaori Itadori recounted the entire transaction from beginning to end, without concealing any details.

Her voice remained gentle and calm, but that calmness felt all the more heavy at that moment.

The water clock had been hanging its head since earlier, and after a long silence, it finally spoke, "If we don't change it, what will happen to the real person?"

“He will die. Or worse than death… Xia Youjie’s spell manipulation technique can absorb him, Duanmu Yan just chose a more efficient way to use him.”

The curtain of the sword was drawn, and the fishy smell of the Wei vortex was revealed.

“Then let’s go.” Louhu raised his single eye, a flicker of fire struggling to burn deep within his pupil. “But we can’t follow the path they’ve given us.”

He looked at the loach, his gaze fixed on it, then at the fish, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What are you doing?" he thought, "is this?" He continued, "It's so small!"

“Now we have six fingers on our hands, and Rime has three more, making a total of nine, which is enough to do a lot of things.”

Princess Yagi folded her wings and sat back down on the reef.

She understood what the water clock meant... it wasn't that she wasn't going, but that the destination had changed.

If we can't save the real person, then let his sacrifice have been worthwhile.

The water clock said, "Of course we must save the real person. But if it's just to save him, we won't change anything."

“This time, we’re not trying to save him…we’re going to Shibuya to awaken Ryoumen Sukuna.”

He slowly released his arms from his chest and turned his gaze to Itadori Kaori.

"Kaori Itadori, you've been planning this from the very beginning, haven't you? With Sukuna's power, neither Duanmu Yan nor Gojo Satoru are invincible. Tell me, what do you need us to do?"

His voice contained no anger or accusation, only a resolute determination to place all hope in this final gamble.

Kaori Itadori tucked her hands into her sleeves, remained silent for a moment, then spoke, her tone unusually solemn: "I need you to follow my plan."

"According to my plan, the next step is to find a body that can temporarily revive the King of Curses, and then have him eat Yuujin Itadori, so that Sukuna can be resurrected in a near-complete form."

The water clock's single eye flickered, its gaze somewhat downcast, and it asked in a hoarse voice, "Will Su Nuo agree to our conditions?"

"To be honest, I don't think anyone can reach an agreement with Sukuna."

Kaori Itadori's smile faded as she gazed at the sea, seemingly talking to herself, "However, if he runs into Duanmu Yan and Gojo Satoru, he will definitely make a move."

“He can’t let go of an opponent who possesses a great deal of magical power and actively seeks battle. If he wins, then we still have a chance. But if even the King of Curses loses… then no matter how hard you try, your wish will probably never be fulfilled.”

After listening, Louhu remained silent for a long time.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew across the beach, causing the feathers on the tips of Yoruhime's wings to flutter slightly.

Then it raised its head, its eyes no longer showing any hesitation: "But where are we going to find a vessel capable of holding the Sukuna? A vessel like Hisahito Itadori can't be found so easily."

The dice were piled high, the wine was drunk, the weight was heavy, and the weight was heavy. The dice were piled high ...

Reviving Ryoumen Sukuna has never been an easy task, and she has been making various attempts.

Starting with the Nine Phases Diagram 150 years ago, she has been researching how to cultivate a body capable of containing the King of Curses.

They tried to fuse the blood of the cursed spirit with the blood of humans, but failed repeatedly.

Countless unfinished and failed products were created during this period. Some could not withstand even a single finger and collapsed on the spot, while others were barely swallowed but lost their minds.

She sealed these defective products away for future reference.

Among these, there are a few that, while far from reaching the perfect level of Hisahito Itadori, can still accommodate half of a finger and remain conscious for a period of time.

This is the alternative she will use.

"You don't need to worry, I have my own arrangements."

Chapter 266 The Battle Is Imminent

Date: December 30, 2018.

Inside the president's office of the federation, people were seated on both sides of the long table.

Duanmu Yan sat in the main seat, with Gojo Satoru and Natsume Yuki on his left and right sides respectively, followed by Rakuganji Yoshinobu and Yagami Masamichi.

Further out, many first-level sorcerers and all the students of the advanced college lined up along the table, and no one spoke. The air was filled with the quiet that was unique to the pre-battle period.

Duanmu Yan placed his hands, clasped together, on the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, before speaking, "Tomorrow is the day..."

“They must have a backup plan, and they will use the crowds in Shibuya to restrain us, making us hesitant to act because we are concerned about the safety of ordinary people.”

He paused, "But this is also the best time for us to wipe them out. Because if they want to accomplish something, this is probably their last chance to succeed."

"So our goal this time is very clear... to use this exchange to eliminate them all."