Pochi-chan, I used to be a princess.

"Let's go back, Riko."

【Suguru Geto smiled and extended his palm to Tenriko. 】

【Tenno Riko wipes away her tears and reaches out to Geto Suguru. 】

【"boom!"】

[A gunshot rings out.]

Blood swirls from Tenriko's head, and she slowly collapses, her arms reaching out toward a new life falling limply to the ground.

Chapter 72 The Most Painful Knife

Dakong let out a scream that was too painful to bear: "Waaaaaaa! How could this happen?!"

Liuyin shed tears and said sadly: "It's too cruel. I have already reached out to the future, but my life ended at that moment."

Sugaya Noha felt that the lollipop was no longer sweet: "What's going on? All the twists are crammed together."

The audience was getting a little nervous.

Gojo Satoru was shot in the head with a single blow, it was outrageous.

It's not entirely surprising that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru conspired to rebel against Tengen's orders.

Tenno Riko was shot in the head. Although most people had expected this because of the precedent of Gojo Satoru, the scene of having hope torn apart at the moment of walking towards the light really made people feel depressed.

"Ah, it's all in the past. Compared to that, assimilating with Tengen-sama is no different from death, right? At least Gojo-san intended to protect me from the beginning."

Facing his own death, Kitagawa Umimu let it go.

Her death as Tenriko was something that happened in another cycle and was not something she experienced personally. Although her death was a bit regrettable, it was also a dimension away.

Compared to death or something, Gojo was not so cruel as to not stop her even though he knew she was going to die. Instead, he was sneaky from the beginning and wanted to give her a surprise. The emotional value brought by this incident is more important.

Gojo Aruna also breathed a sigh of relief: "Sacrificing Kitagawa-san for the sake of the overall situation, I really wouldn't do such a thing. Well, Getu-san and Yoga-sensei are also good people."

[The picture splits in two, and a phantom of the past emerges in the Hongxing Palace.]

Kitagawa Umi lay on the bed in the bedroom with her hands behind her head, her cell phone beside her.

Kitagawa Umi turned to look at her phone and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, school starts tomorrow. Summer vacation is so short. There's so much I want to do. I want to watch 'Student Cowherd' again, work more, and do cosplay. I want to go to another cosplay event. There's really not enough time."

Gojo Arata lies on the other side of the phone, eyes closed, and whispers, "Yes, I... I..."

"Gojo-san seems to be falling asleep."

Gojo Arata murmured in her dream, "This year is truly a happy one."

Kitagawa Umi nodded: "Yeah, we did a lot of things together and it was very fun."

Gojo Arata's breathing became steady, and it was clear he had fallen asleep.

Kitagawa Umi turns sideways, and the scene blends. The black and white dividing line connects Kitagawa Umi and Gojo Arata's beds. Their phones seem to become one, placed on the black and white dividing line.

Kitagawa Ume could almost see Gojo Arata across from her. She said, "Gojo-san, I like you."

[Gojo Arata sleeps peacefully, facing Kitagawa Umi. Kitagawa Umi's confession is transmitted through the phone and drifts past Gojo Arata's ears.]

"He's completely asleep. It's the same as if he didn't say anything. I'm going to sleep too. I'm going to die now. Gojo-kun, good night. See you tomorrow."

Kitagawa Umi smiled sweetly and extended her slender fingers toward the phone screen.

[The moment the call ended, memories of the past gradually faded away.]

[In the icy cold of Hongxing Palace, the girl fell quietly to the ground, bright red blood streaking down her forehead, her lively eyes now shrouded in dead silence.]

"Fuck! Damn it! I'm going to die with this knife!"

"You're dead, but you're still making a confession that hasn't been delivered. Are you trying to torture me to death?"

"Pain! It hurts too much!"

"My stomach can't take it anymore. Where are my medicines?"

"No wonder the reversal just now was so quick, it made me lose my temper. It turns out the real killer move is here!"

"Give me a knife out of the blue."

……

The audience couldn't help but gasp and felt cold all over.

The confession that was never delivered has become a confession that will never be delivered.

That good night indeed became the last good night.

Tomorrow's meeting will never come.

People's emotions exploded. This stab was too clever. Unlike the previous deaths, this one was the real fatal blow.

"Wuwuwuwuwu... I'm so sad, Gojo-kun... Why did it become like this?!"

Kitagawa Umi couldn't stop crying. She hugged Gojo Arata and sobbed with tears in her eyes.

Before the shyness of confessing her feelings could even rise, the dead silence of the next scene pierced through her heart. Staring into those lifeless eyes that were still open, Kitagawa Ume seemed to be able to sense her confusion and regret.

A confession that will never be responded to, and the other party doesn't even know about it, this feeling makes Kitagawa Umi feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Kitagawa-san..."

Gojo Arata broke free from Kitagawa Umi's arms and pushed her away.

Kitagawa Umi's face was red from tears. She looked at Gojo Arata with tearful eyes, and a look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Gojo Arata's expression changed from hesitation to determination. He firmly held Kitagawa Umi's hands and said loudly: "Kitagawa-san, I like you!"

Kitagawa Umi opened her eyes wide and looked at Gojo Arata in surprise. A hint of sweetness grew in her bitter heart: "Gojo-san..."

The classroom gradually became quiet, and the students looked in astonishment at Gojo Arata who suddenly confessed her love to Kitagawa Umi.

Looking back at the girl on the screen who died with regret, those who were jealous and wanted to make trouble could not open their mouths.

Noha Sugaya, Ryune, and Oosora all smiled like aunts. They were genuinely happy for their friend who was finally confessed to by Gojo Aruna.

Gojo Aruna looked excited and said to Kitagawa Umi with a resolute attitude: "I have always liked Kitagawa-san since the day we first talked. I am very happy that we have become friends since then. However, I can no longer bear to be just friends. I am very afraid that one day I will no longer be able to be with Kitagawa-san. So, Kitagawa-san, I like you, please go out with me!"

Faced with Gojo Arata's confession, Kitagawa Umi's face flushed with shame, and her eyes wandered: "It's too sudden."

"Yeah...it really doesn't work."

Hearing Kitagawa Umi's words, Gojo Arata's face suddenly turned gloomy, and her straight back hunched over as if her bones were broken. She staggered towards the corner and said, "For someone like me, wanting to be Kitagawa-san's lover is really too unrealistic."

"wait a minute!"

Kitagawa Umi grabbed Gojo Arata's shoulders and pulled him back, glaring at him and saying, "Don't give up so easily! I didn't refuse!"

Gojo Arata stared blankly at the girl in front of her who looked like a peach blossom: "Kitagawa-san."

Kitagawa Umi tried hard to look Gojo Arata in the eye and said shyly, "Gojo-kun, please give me your guidance in the future."

Chapter 73 You Are Next

Fushiguro Shijiro walked in from the side corridor. He put down his gun and said casually, "Okay, thank you for your hard work. Disband..."

[Suguru Geto turned back to look at Fushiguro Shier, his expression gradually becoming horrified: "Why are you here?"]

Fushiguro scratched his head and thought for a moment: "As for the reason, I understand. That's what you mean, right?"

Fushiguro Shiori grinned and said, "Gojo Satoru died at my hands."

[A depressing atmosphere shrouds Geto Suguru, and Rainbow Dragon and Slit-mouthed Woman emerge from behind him.]

"Is that so? Go to hell!"

[The enraged Geto Suguru commanded the subdued cursed spirits to attack Fushiguro Shiro. The various cursed spirits used various techniques and exerted all their might, launching a frantic and magnificent attack towards Fushiguro Shiro.]

Fushiguro Shiji had no fancy techniques, only a body forged through countless trials. With a single blade, he chopped down cursed spirits one after another, his nimble movements dodging attacks after attacks. Despite being a top-tier curse master, Geto Suguru was completely powerless against Fushiguro Shiji, and was chopped to the ground by him.

Fushiguro Shirone walked up to Geto Suguru and kicked him in the head, sneering, "A sorcerer won't die from those blows. If you were a shikigami user, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you. However, you're using curse spirit manipulation techniques, and I don't know what will happen to the curse spirits you absorbed after your death. I'm trying to avoid any trouble right now. You're a benefactor to your parents, but even those blessed by nature will still lose to a monkey like me who can't even use curses. Don't forget this if you want to live longer."

Fushiguro suddenly froze for a moment, a boy reappearing in his memory. He rubbed the back of his head and said, "Speaking of Enhui, I almost forgot. I was the one who gave you that name."

Hirasawa Yui said in surprise: "They're all wiped out... So powerful! Such a powerful character didn't even appear in Sakamoto and Twilight's autobiography!"

Tian Zhongli said carelessly: "He must have been killed, right? Just like what was said in that God of Cookery movie, he wanted to escape after offending the abbot, and he wanted to survive after breaking into the high school's lair?"

Kotobuki said thoughtfully, "Come to think of it, there's also a guy named Fushiguro in Sakamoto's autobiography, and his hairstyle is the same as the boy in Fushiguro Shiori's memory. Could it be that Fushiguro Megumi is Fushiguro Shiori's son?"

Nakano Azusa said in surprise: "Huh? No way? Fushiguro Shinobu killed Kitagawa Umi."

Tian Zhongli speculated, "Well, the father-son relationship shouldn't be very good, right? Look, Fushiguro Shijiro even forgot his son's name. If Fushiguro Shijiro was defeated, it would be a common plot for him to entrust his son to the person who defeated him before his death."

Hirasawa Yui nodded, "Yeah, Ritsu has a point, but Fushiguro Jyou is still super strong! He's clearly just a Muggle."

Kotobuki said, "Isn't Miss Yoel the same? She has no cursed energy, but her physical fitness is superhuman. However, Fushiguro Shinobu seems to be very bothered by this. He seems quite jealous of Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru's techniques."

Akiyama Mio said with some fear, "He calls himself a monkey without any spells. Does the spell world look down on people without spells?"

Kotobuki frowned slightly. "Think about it, the world of curses is very cruel. The villains include curse casters and curse spirits, and the good guys include the high-ranking officials who murdered Principal Yoruga. Fushiguro Shiro, as the representative of the powerless, jokingly calls himself a monkey without curses... It's a terrible world."

Akiyama Mio prayed quietly, "I hope we won't appear in such a cruel record, and it would be best if we don't get counted."

In World Z, someone twitched their ears and turned their gaze towards the real world: "Oh... Houbunsha, you're next."

Fushiguro Shiori delivers Tenriko's body to the Bankei Cult's headquarters, the House of the Children of the Stars. After receiving his reward, Fushiguro Shiori leaves the Bankei Cult's headquarters.

The weather was not very good. The white clouds were piled up thickly, and they felt very heavy, blocking the sunlight.

Fushiguro Shier put his hands in his pockets as he walked down the wide road. The dense clouds in the sky gradually parted, and golden sunlight streamed down. Fushiguro Shier subconsciously raised his hands to block the sun.

His gaze slid down from the sky as a figure appeared in front of Fushiguro Shier. Gojo Satoru, his hair stained with blood, stood in the middle of the road, his expression arrogant. "Hi, long time no see."

Fushiguro Shiori asked in surprise: "Is this true?"

Gojo Satoru pushed aside his hair, revealing a wound on his forehead that hadn't fully healed. "It's the real deal. I'm still alive and kicking."

Fushiguro's expression grew serious. "Reversal technique?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his hand and said, "That's right. The moment you pierced my throat, I gave up counterattacking and focused entirely on performing the reversal technique. Cursed energy is negative energy. It can strengthen the body, but it can't regenerate it. So, multiplying the two negative energies to produce positive energy is the reversal technique."

“It sounds simple, but I’ve never succeeded before, and I don’t understand what the only person around me who knows how to use it is talking about…”

[Gojo Satoru spreads his hands, his bulging eyeballs looking upwards, a look of madness.]

Fushiguro Shiori stared at the frantic Gojo Satoru and said, "This guy keeps talking... he's in a state of excitement."

Gojo Satoru said, "Your defeat was due to your failure to chop off my head, and your failure to use that cursed tool when you pierced my head."

[“The reason for the defeat?”]

Fushiguro Shiori raised his right hand and took out a strangely shaped short knife from the cursed spirit's mouth: "Isn't it time to start the fight now?"

Gojo Satoru shouted hoarsely, frantically, "Really? Yeah, maybe it is!"

Fushiguro Shiori's legs burst out with powerful force, and he instantly appeared in front of Gojo Satoru and slashed at him with a sword.

Gojo Satoru flips over and leaps onto Fushiguro Shinobu's back, hanging upside down in the air. He points two fingers at Fushiguro Shinobu: "Reverse technique, Huh!"

A scarlet flash of light was released from Gojo Satoru's fingertips, and Fushiguro Shiori flew backwards and hit a wall.

Fushiguro Shiori took out a chain and hung the short sword on the top. The chain was like Fushiguro Shiori's arm, flexibly swinging it towards Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru calmly avoided Fushiguro Shige's attacks one after another. He tilted his head back and looked up at the sky in a trance.

Golden sunlight penetrated the gaps in the clouds, turning the sky golden. Gojo Satoru's azure eyes reflected the sunlight: "I'm sorry, Kitagawa. I'm not angry with you right now, nor do I hate anyone. I just feel that this world is refreshing."

[A hawk flies across the sky, water droplets tremble on the leaves, butterflies flutter among the flowers, and the golden lake reflects the sun's rays.]

Gojo Satoru stood in the air, pointed to the sky with one hand and to the ground with the other, and uttered those words.

"I am the only one who reigns supreme above all else."