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

Xia Youjie glanced at him sideways. "If you want to stay, then stay. I just want to stay and teach at the vocational college, to mentor the next class of students."

He placed his teacup on his lap. "Speaking of which, it seems like Professor Moth is about to get a promotion."

Gojo Satoru lifted his head from the back of his chair: "Oh... so he's finally going to become the principal?"

“I understand.” Duanmu Yan leaned against the pillar, his hands clasped in front of his chest. “Being the head of the family and being a teacher are not mutually exclusive. Teacher Ye Moth can be both the principal and a cursed corpse at the same time, and you can be both the head of the family and stay at the vocational college at the same time.”

He looked at Gojo Satoru, a smirk playing on his lips. "Anyway, we're already the strongest. Why don't we just start changing the rules ourselves?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh. "Well, that makes sense, after all, we're the strongest."

While he was still immersed in what he had just said, Duanmu Yan tilted his head towards Xia Youjie, and the two of them brought their heads a little closer together.

"The older generation of the Gojo family would never really hand over the family to this unreliable person; they would definitely just let him hold the title. The Zenin family has members, and the Kamo family has the Crimson Blood Technique. Neither family has the head of the family making all the decisions."

“Outwardly, he’s the head of the family, but internally, the elders are still in charge.” Xia Youjie nodded. “Just let him be the figurehead; he’ll definitely find the rest too troublesome.”

Gojo Satoru had somehow sat up straight in his chair, tilting his head and scanning the two of them back and forth with his excessively blue eyes.

"I feel like you two are talking about me behind my back."

“How could that be?” Duanmu Yan peeled his back off the pillar, his expression calm. “Jie and I are not that kind of people.”

He paused for a moment, then added, "By the way, speaking of the other two starter families... I still need to go to the Zenin family later."

Fukuro Megumi.

Getting that level two sorcerer, who was almost exterminated by the genius level two curse spirit, out of trouble as soon as possible is better than anything else.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru jumped up from the bench, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Duanmu, Jie, do you want to come to Gojo's house for a visit? Compared to the other two houses, our house is much better. There are koi in the yard, we can make Kikufuku in the kitchen, and my room is huge."

Xia Youjie placed the teacup on the stone steps, stood up, and patted the dust off his trousers.

"I won't go. I promised Haibara I'd give him special training this afternoon. He's improving quickly, but his control over his curse power isn't good enough yet; he needs a lot more practice."

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses back and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, Haibara is yours now."

Then he turned to look at Duanmu Yan, "What about you? You didn't say you were going to give special training to anyone."

Duanmu Yan straightened up from the pillar and dusted himself off. "Then let's go take a look. But before we go, come with me to a place first."

……

Two people stood in front of an old residential building.

The building is not tall, with exposed concrete exterior walls and electrical wires hanging from crooked utility poles, weaving a gray spiderweb between the narrow gaps between the buildings.

Several full garbage bags were piled up next to the trash can, and a calico cat was squatting in the corner licking its paws.

What! We're here to pick up that man's child?

Wu Tiao Wu stood next to Duanmu Yan, blinking his eyes behind his sunglasses.

He subconsciously reached up and touched his neck, then his abdomen, and finally patted his thigh. "Strange, why do I feel phantom pain in these places?"

Duanmu Yan glanced at him and said, "You're just overreacting. I'll get you some pictures of that man and put them in your room so you can look at them more often."

"Then forget it... I'd rather post more pictures of desserts."

Duanmu Yan shook his head, then turned his gaze back to the old residential building, and answered the question that Wu Tiao Wu had just asked.

"Yes. After all, it was a father's dying wish."

Of course, don't ask why it's a dying wish.

Gojo Satoru put away his joking expression and looked around at his surroundings.

He tilted his head and pointed to the mottled walls and rusty door. "That guy doesn't seem to be short of money, so why would he put his own child in a place like this?"

Duanmu Yan shook his head expressionlessly.

He couldn't very well say that Fuheshel was busy being kept by a sugar daddy, married into a woman's family, and then the woman ran away, leaving his son and the other woman's daughter to depend on each other for survival.

This is ridiculous. Even Gojo Satoru would probably need a long time to process it.

“By the way, that guy seems to be from the Zen-in family.” Gojo Satoru put his hands down and put them back in his pockets, his unusually serious tone tinged with a hint of confusion.

"I really don't understand that family. How could they kick such a powerful man out?"

He had collected information on Fuheshel, and the results left him speechless.

Bound by Heaven's Curse, possessing zero curse power, and with a physical strength exceeding any known enhancement technique... A person of this caliber would be treated as an ace in any of the three major families, yet the Zenin family drove him away.

It can only be said that the Zen family is seriously ill.

Duanmu Yan sighed, "Who can argue with that?"

"Who are you two...?"

A childish voice rang out from behind the two of them.

Duanmu Yan and Wutiao Wu turned around at the same time. A little boy was standing at the entrance of the alley, with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder and a convenience store bag in his hand.

His short, black hair was a little messy, with a few strands of hair covering his eyebrows, but not his cold eyes.

"The target actually appeared on its own," Duanmu Yan said in a low voice.

Gojo Satoru took two steps. The boy did not retreat, nor did he show any fear. He simply looked at the two strangers with his indifferent eyes.

“This area is full of old houses, and I’ve met all the residents. Your clothes don’t look like those of people who live here. If you were looking for someone, you wouldn’t be here.”

His logic is clear, his speech is articulate, and his alertness is higher than that of the average adult; it's hard to believe that he's still a primary school student.

From Chapter 107 onwards, you are a servant of the Zen family, unworthy of having a name.

"Hmph." Gojo Satoru crossed his arms, snorted twice through his nose, then suddenly turned around, opened his arms wide, and announced in an extremely lively tone, "You must be little brother Fushiguro Megumi!"

The boy looked up at him, at his exaggerated pose with his arms outstretched, and after a moment of silence, asked in a calm tone, "Who are you?"

Then he paused, his little face scrunching up slightly, "What kind of expression is that?"

Gojo Satoru's face was now completely contorted in embarrassment.

This reaction, this tone, is exactly the same as that man's.

He thought about Fu Hei Shen Er, who also looked at him expressionlessly, and then casually said that he wasn't good at remembering men's names.

“…No, it’s nothing.” Gojo Satoru withdrew his exaggerated expression, pushed his sunglasses up, coughed, and put on a serious face again. “We came to find you because of your dad’s matter.”

Fushiguro Megumi looked at him expressionlessly.

"Your father came from a family of sorcerers called Zen Academy, but he turned out to be a scoundrel that even I admire."

Gojo Satoru deliberately shook his head and said, "He ran away from home and gave birth to you—you should be able to see the cursed spirits and be somewhat aware of your own spell, right?"

Fushiguro Megumi did not answer, but he did not deny it either. He could see the cursed spirits and knew that he had a certain power, but he had never told anyone about it.

Gojo Satoru opened his arms, his tone becoming exceptionally solemn: "The Zen family loves magic the most... It can be spontaneously awakened between the ages of four and six, and now is the best time to sell you to them."

"So, Hui, you're the trump card your father left you to deal with the Zenin family."

Duanmu Yan added from the side, "However, your father has already been..."

"That kind of thing...it doesn't matter."

Fushiguro interrupted them, her face showing no trace of sadness.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, "Eh~~"

This was completely different from the reaction he had expected.

“It doesn’t matter what he does.” Fushiguro’s voice was devoid of any unusual emotion. “I don’t care what he does. We don’t see each other often, and lately he hasn’t even been coming home.”

He paused, then added, "The same goes for Tsuki's mother. She hasn't been coming back much lately. She probably thinks we're no longer useful. They might as well just go and enjoy their own lives."

Gojo Satoru was momentarily surprised by his enlightenment.

Duanmu Yan, however, was not surprised at all.

It's been said online that ever since Megumi Fushiguro adopted him, the mature Megumi has started taking care of the immature Satoru Gojo.

"...Is this guy really not in elementary school yet?" Gojo Satoru turned to Duanmu Yan and said.

Duanmu Yan shrugged, half-jokingly and half-sarcastically saying, "If only you were half as reliable as him."

"Tch. How am I unreliable? I'm a reliable and mature adult."

Duanmu Yan remained silent.

Megumi Fushiguro, who was standing to the side, also fell silent.

Why did these two strange old men come looking for him?

He took a step forward, his childish voice filled with obvious wariness: "What exactly do you want?"

Gojo Satoru coughed twice, then suddenly straightened his back with a serious expression: "We are from the Zenin family. Your father has already sold you to us. From now on, you will be the Zenin family's servant. We are here to take you away and erase your existence..."

Fushiguro Megumi threw down her schoolbag and ran away.

At least I can't drag my sister down with me.

Watching the small, thin figure desperately running into the depths of the alley, Duanmu Yan sighed: "Why are you teasing that little kid?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged and stuck out his tongue: "I just suddenly wanted to tease this mature kid."

“That’s why I said you’re unreliable.” Duanmu Yan snapped his fingers. A small green whirlwind appeared out of thin air deep in the alley, gently pushing Fu Hei Hui back by the back of his collar.

The boy's shoes slid half a meter on the cement ground before stopping in front of them, his face still showing the panic he hadn't had time to hide.

He didn't know why, but he clenched his fists, one above the other, and asked nervously, "What exactly do you want?"

In front of Fukuguro Megumi, Duanmu Yan raised his hand and tapped Gojo Satoru on the back of the head.

"Don't take this unreliable guy's words to heart. Just treat him like an idiot."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his head sullenly to the side: "I'm not an idiot."

Fushiguro Megumi glanced at Gojo Satoru's not-so-bright face, then at Duanmu Yan's expressionless face.

He took a breath. "Normally, people don't talk like that, so what exactly are you trying to say?"

“Your father entrusted you to us before he passed away. Of course, you can also choose to go to the Zen temple.”

Without hesitation, Fushiguro asked, "If Tsumiki went there, would she be happy?"

“No.” Gojo interrupted him, his tone unusually serious. “Although I’m not a member of the Zenin family, I can guarantee… I definitely won’t have a good life.”