I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Lynn stared at him expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a walking, talking, massive source of trouble.

Seeing Lynn's indifferent attitude, Gojo Satoru not only wasn't angry, but laughed even more happily. He tried to squeeze in as if he knew him well, and continued to tease him.

"Don't be so cold."

"You have no idea, the old men in the management department were almost frantic because you weren't answering the phone. They were about to buy prime-time advertising slots on TV and post a 'missing person notice'!"

He paused, as if savoring Lynn's increasingly helpless expression, before slowly unleashing the final, fatal blow:

"I've even thought of a title for them: 'Searching for My Only Father'!"

However, just as he was about to squeeze through the door...

A hand carrying a tea tray blocked his way first.

With an impeccable, perfect social smile on her face, Yui Yuigahama handed over a steaming cup of barley tea, her voice gentle and courteous.

"Mr. Gojo, are you here to cause trouble for Ms. Lynn again?"

Her voice was gentle and polite, but the meaning behind her words was like a soft needle, hitting the nail on the head.

She cleverly emphasized the words "again" and "add trouble" in her words with a cheerful tone.

Gojo Satoru's movement of squeezing in froze instantly.

He looked at the smiling, energetic brown-haired girl in front of him, and then at Lynn behind her, who had a calm expression on her face. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

In his "memory," the girl's smile was the first line of defense in this apartment building, and also the most difficult one to breach.

He immediately stood up straight, accepting the cup of tea with both hands, somewhat flattered, and with an extremely humble posture.

"No, no, you're too kind! You're too kind, Ms. Yui! I'm here to help you out!"

"puff--"

Lynn almost spat out the mouthful of water he had just taken a sip of.

(Master's wife?...This woman really knows how to talk.)

Yui Yuigahama's cheeks flushed bright red instantly.

She tried her best to maintain the demeanor of a "hostess," but her perfect social smile had completely frozen at the corners of her mouth.

She hurriedly looked away, subconsciously glancing at Lynn behind her. But as soon as she met his gaze, which held a hint of amusement, she lowered her head again like a startled rabbit, almost burying her face in her chest.

She stammered in rebuttal, her voice barely audible:

"Please, please don't make such jokes! It will cause trouble for the teacher!"

As soon as Yui Yuigahama finished speaking, Gabriel's lazy complaint came from the sofa.

"very noisy……"

"Every time this troublesome white-haired guy comes, the energy particles in the apartment become unstable, which seriously affects my immersive experience of watching anime."

Gojo Satoru's smile faltered.

Before he could even open his mouth to defend himself, he felt a cold gaze lock onto him.

Kasugano Sora had stood up at some point and silently stood in front of Lynn.

She did not speak.

She simply scrutinized him quietly, inch by inch, with her deep brown eyes, as if assessing an extremely dangerous invasive species.

That silent warning was more oppressive than any words.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

He had clearly anticipated this welcoming ceremony, which could be described as an "impregnable palace," or rather, it was already commonplace in his "memory."

"Don't be so nervous, everyone."

He piled the large and small bags of gifts in his hands in the entryway like sacrificial offerings.

"Kikusui-an's limited-edition daifuku, Patisserie SadaharuAOKI's macarons, and Harbs' fruit mille-feuille... guaranteed for everyone, for everyone!"

The effect is remarkable.

Gabriel sniffed lightly, and her body, which was slumped on the sofa, moved very slightly.

Yui Yuigahama's eyes lit up as she looked at the beautifully packaged desserts, and her defenses began to waver noticeably.

Only Kasugano Sora remained unmoved, though her scrutinizing gaze softened slightly.

Seeing that the alarm had been temporarily lifted, Gojo Satoru finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to get down to business, Lynn suddenly gave him a wink and then pointed to the balcony at the end of the living room.

Gojo immediately understood.

The two walked through the living room one after the other and came to the balcony.

The morning breeze was cool, dispersing the cloying warmth of the apartment and bringing in the crisp, cool air of the city.

The moment the French windows were closed, the girls' playful noises (mainly the sounds of Yui and Gabriel arguing over which box to open first) were shut out, and the world seemed to fall silent instantly.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the railing, his nonchalant expression vanishing, replaced by a genuinely serious one for the first time.

He looked at Lynn beside him, who was also silently watching the city scene, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Let's get down to business, senior."

"Something has happened in Sapporo."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"An unprecedented 'fusion curse spirit,' although its current curse power level is only assessed as level two, its nature is very strange and cannot be exorcised by conventional means."

"The higher-ups keenly sensed that this was an extremely ominous beginning."

"So?" Lynn's reaction was as calm as still water.

"Therefore, based on your glorious record of 'single-handedly exorcising the Yamata no Orochi,' they unanimously approved your designation as the only 'Special Expert,' hoping that you can make the trip in person."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, looking like he was saying, "I'm helpless too."

Linn was silent.

In his mind, that brilliant, almost magical resume was swimming around like a clownfish.

[Solo exorcism of Yamata no Orochi]?

This system's ability to create stories is even more outrageous than that of black-stockinged writers.

The key point is that it's too lazy to create corresponding memories for him; it just crams the result in crudely, like a math test paper with only the answer and no process written out.

Now, the examiners have come to him, asking for his problem-solving approach.

How does he know?

This isn't just trouble; this is public execution.

"For something of that level, we can just send a team of level two sorcerers to handle it."

His tone was filled with genuine disdain.

"Why are you contacting me? It's too much trouble."

"I knew you'd say that." Gojo Satoru gave a wry smile.

"The problem is that its nature is too special."

"In the areas it erodes, the laws of physics are slightly distorted, and it seems to be able to absorb spell attacks."

Gojo Satoru's tone turned somber.

"This is essentially similar to the large snake you killed three years ago."

"The two investigators sent by the university are still trapped inside and can't get out."

“My ‘no limits’ may get me in, but it could easily trigger more severe rule distortions and make things worse.”

"Therefore, it is safest to only have you, the 'Grandmaster of Barrier Techniques,' take action."

A grandmaster of barrier techniques?

Lynn felt nothing; in fact, she almost wanted to laugh.

He didn't even know what a barrier technique was.

He gave a straightforward answer: "I refuse."

"...As expected of you, senior."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have anticipated this outcome, and instead revealed a "just as I thought" smile.

He hadn't expected to persuade this legendary slacker who was said to "not emerge until the world is destroyed."

The old men at the top only assigned him this arduous task of relaying messages because the records showed that he and Lynn were "most familiar" with each other.

His main purpose in coming here was simply to reconnect and deliver some desserts.

Just then, Lynn's phone suddenly rang.

It wasn't the one he usually used.

Instead, he tossed it into the corner of the bedroom—a black, unmarked, custom-made cell phone.

The caller ID shows an encrypted number.

Lynn walked back to the bedroom, and under Gojo Satoru's curious gaze, picked up the phone and swiped to answer.

On the other end of the phone, a man's extremely anxious, almost roaring voice immediately came through, with the sounds of explosions and terrified cries of subordinates mixed in the background:

"—Special Class Marute! The defenses of Sector B have been breached!"

"Lynn! You finally answered the phone! If you hadn't replied, I would have sent the mobile unit to your house to arrest you!"

Lynn held the phone a little further away, her tone as indifferent as if she were asking about today's weather.

"Marutei-sai? What is it?"

"What is it?! Kukria! Kukria is about to lose control!"

"Those bastards from 'Aogiri Tree' have somehow gotten their hands on the internal structure diagrams and are launching a full-scale attack from Level B! Our men are about to be overwhelmed! Three S-rank ghouls' cells have already been breached!"

Marutei's voice was full of gunpowder.

"How long are you going to keep slacking off, you supreme warden?!"

Lynn listened to the roar on the other end of the phone without any expression on her face; she even yawned.

"so what?"

"Your CCG employs thousands of people, yet you can't even guard your own front door. Now you're calling me to ask me to call the fire department for you?"

"you……!"

On the other end of the phone, Marude Sai seemed so angry he was about to vomit blood.

"You bastard! This is an order!"

"Order?"

Lynn chuckled, his laughter filled with an air of self-righteous disdain.

"Marute, get your identity straight."

You have no right to order me around.

"Now, listen carefully to my instructions."

The other end of the phone went silent instantly, with only Marude's heavy breathing remaining.

"First, have all your men evacuate to the ground and seal off all exits. Not even a fly should be allowed to escape."

"Second, transfer all internal monitoring permissions of Kukria to my phone within three minutes."

"Third, prepare enough body bags."

Marude Saito was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "A body bag? What are you going to do with it?"

Lynn did not answer his question.

He simply stated the facts in a detached, emotionless tone, giving his final "preview".

"After noon, Kukria needs a thorough cleaning."