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

He opened his arms wide, his voice trembling with excitement: "Hahaha... Yuujin Itadori, let me enjoy the look of despair on your face!"

A crisp "ding" sounded, announcing the elevator's arrival.

The doors of the three underground elevators slid open simultaneously, and forty or fifty people poured out of the cars.

Their faces bore the same blank and confused expression. Some rubbed their temples, some stared blankly at the unfamiliar platform around them, and some had already begun banging on the tightly closed exit doors on the walls.

"Didn't I already go out? Why am I coming back down!"

"Why can't I open the door? What's going on?!"

"Help! Does anyone know how to get out of here?!"

Cries for help and shouts echoed in the air as people crowded on the other side of the glass wall, like fish trapped in a fish tank, frantically banging on the door that they couldn't open.

The glass wall stood between the waiting station and where Huzhang was located. It was only a thin layer, so transparent that you could see the fear on everyone's face.

The real person turned his head and glanced at the glass wall, a grin spreading across his face.

He pushed off with his feet and charged towards the group of unarmed, innocent people.

Tiger Staff, of course, wouldn't let him rush over. He punched the real man hard in the back, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the wall.

But the moment he crashed into the wall, he burst out laughing, a wild and unrestrained laugh, "Hahaha... Yuujin Itadori, you've killed someone!"

Huzhang was stunned.

He slowly turned his head and, through the cold glass wall, saw a man at the bus stop suddenly bend over and cough up blood violently. Blood gushed from the man's mouth, dripping from his chin to the ground, and then he collapsed forward, motionless.

The most shocking thing was that a huge fist mark appeared on the man's back, exactly the same as the punch he had just delivered to the real person's back.

Chapter 289 The Game of Human Life

"Murder! Help me!"

"Don't kill me!"

"Let me leave now, my wife is about to give birth!"

"Mom, I'm scared!"

"I want to escape! Let me out of here!"

The crowd at the station descended into hysteria. Some pounded on the closed doors, some collapsed to the ground and wept, and others huddled in a corner, trembling with fear. They didn't even know who the murderer was or why death had suddenly struck.

The real man slowly stood up from the ground, brushing the dust off his clothes. His eyes never left Hadaka, admiring every change in expression on his face: "Do you know why they came down? Because I've already modified them."

“From this moment on…every punch, every kick, every injury you inflict on me will be transferred to them.”

Huzhang froze on the spot.

Before his consciousness could react, his body reacted to the punch coming at him, meeting the blow head-on.

But this time, Zhenren didn't take the blow head-on. He deliberately made his fists soft and weak, and at the moment the two fists collided, he used the force to fly backward, like a leaf blown by the wind, lightly crashing into the wall.

At the same time, another person's arm exploded out of thin air in the waiting hall, blood gushing out from the broken shoulder. The entire arm was torn off by an invisible force in an instant and crashed into the panicked crowd.

The man didn't even have time to scream before the immense pain caused him to faint.

The real person stood up from the wall again, laughing even louder.

His shoulder dislocated when he hit the wall, but he simply pushed the joint back in place.

He tilted his head, looking through the glass wall at the chaotic scene in the waiting room, then turned back to Itadori, "Hahaha! Itadori Hisahito, don't you find this amusing!"

After the real man finished speaking, he lunged forward and punched Tiger Staff repeatedly, each punch carrying undisguised malice.

His punch wasn't fatal, but it hurt and humiliated him enough. Haddō was forced back by the blows, his arms always raised in front of him, his teeth clenched, and he remained silent.

"Why aren't you fighting back? Weren't you so eager to kill me? Where did that murderous aura go?"

The real person tilted his head, his tone full of mockery.

He deliberately slowed down, lengthening the intervals between each punch to give Itajiro enough time to react... but Itajiro did not retaliate.

He just let the fists pound on his arms.

We can't let innocent people get involved anymore!

Each of those people trapped in the waiting room had family, friends, and people waiting for them to go home.

His fists cannot fall on real people, nor on innocent people.

Therefore, he cannot fight back, no matter how much it hurts.

The real man kicked Tiger Stick hard in the stomach. This kick was different from the previous playful punches. Tiger Stick was kicked so hard that his body arched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell heavily to the ground, his back hitting the shattered glass railing.

The real man stood there, looking down at Itadori curled up on the ground, his face showing undisguised disgust: "How pathetic. He was willing to be beaten for someone else... Itadori Yuujin, you disgust me."

He crouched down, looked straight at Huzhang lying on the ground coughing up blood, and then slowly cracked a smile. "Well then, I'll help you."

His body suddenly sank into the ground, disappearing into the concrete like an eel.

Tiger Rod struggled to his feet, and before he could even catch his breath, the real man emerged from the ground in front of him.

Huzhang instinctively jumped back.

The man watched him retreat, and his smile deepened. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the waiting hall, another person's head suddenly exploded, and blood splattered on the glass wall next to it, slowly trickling down the transparent glass.

The crowd on the other side of the glass wall descended into utter hysteria, screams and cries mingling together like a dull knife sawing back and forth across the heart of the man.

The man held up a finger, his cheerful tone sending chills down your spine: "Let's play whack-a-mole. The rules are simple... I'll pop up from underground, and you have to hit me. If you miss, someone will die."

He bent down, bringing his face close to Itachi's, his pupils reflecting the boy's face, pale with fear and rage. "Not counting that one time, you have ten more chances. If you hit them all ten times, I'll let them go. How about that? Fun, huh? Hahaha!"

Huzhang stood there, trembling all over.

This is a classic trolley problem.

If you choose to play whack-a-mole, it means at least ten people will pay the price with their lives... Every punch you throw is gambling with someone else's life.

But if we give up, ten people will die, and the rest will continue to live in fear that they could be killed by real people at any time.

The real man saw his struggle clearly and smiled even more broadly.

He slowly sank into the ground, leaving only his head above ground, and winked at Itachi: "Are you ready? I'm going to... begin."

A real person emerged from the ground, and Itachi's fist slammed down.

A man in the waiting room collapsed to the ground, his chest bursting open.

Tiger Stick's fist was still hanging in mid-air, stained with real blood, but he heard screams coming from the other side of the glass wall.

Another person has fallen, another innocent person.

"sorry."

The real person appeared from another direction, and Itachi turned around and threw a punch, hitting him again.

Another person collapsed in the waiting room.

Some people were crying, some were praying, and a little girl was leaning against the glass wall, pounding on the glass with her palms and calling out for her mother.

Tiger Staff turned his head away.

The third punch. The fourth punch. The fifth punch...

Every punch landed precisely on a real person, and every punch was accompanied by the loss of a life on the other side of the glass wall.

The hand of the tiger stick no longer obeyed its own commands; it simply swung out mechanically, retracted, and swung out again, like a puppet with a pre-programmed sequence.

The only difference was that his eyes were now completely red, and tears mixed with the blood splattered on his face streamed down his face, making it impossible to distinguish which drop was blood and which was tear.

"Sorry……"

He apologized to each and every one of them in his heart, over and over again.

It wasn't until the tenth punch that it landed.

Chapter 290 Strike at the Heart

(I have something to discuss with everyone. As you can probably tell, I've already reached the final chapters of this book, and it will be finished in a few days.)

(I originally planned to finish this at the beginning of the month, but I've ended up writing it this far.)

(Right now, I just want to get full attendance bonuses this month. If you don't mind, I'll write some short side stories about the time when the series is finished, and also add some details about the relationship between Duanmu and Lizi.)

The real person staggered back a few steps, steadied himself against the wall, and then clapped.

The applause was particularly jarring to Haddock.

He looked at Haddock's face, which was covered in tears and blood, and smiled with satisfaction. Then he took a few steps back, hid next to a load-bearing pillar, stretched his neck out, and spoke in a coquettish tone.

"Oh dear, don't stare at me like that, it scares me."

"But it's a game, so the rules have to be followed... Since you hit them ten times, I'll let them go."

The man snapped his fingers. The glass door slowly opened.

The remaining twenty or thirty people in the waiting room were stunned for a moment, then rushed towards this side like madmen.

Their footsteps echoed on the platform as they passed by Itsuji.

As Huzhang watched them run past him, the heart that had been clenched for so long finally loosened a little.

A little girl looked down at him, then squatted down and stretched out a dirty little hand in front of him.

"Big brother, let's go together. You look very sad. It's okay, I'll take you out."

Tiger Rod raised his eyes and looked at the small hand stretched out in front of him. He wanted to say, "Run! Don't worry about me! Get as far away from me as possible!"

But he really couldn't speak...

The little girl waited for him for a few seconds, then reached out and took his blood-stained hand.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Countless muffled explosions erupted simultaneously from all directions.

Itari stood there, warm liquid splashing onto his body and trickling down his school uniform.

The little girl in front of him was still in the position of opening her mouth to speak, her expression frozen in that moment forever.