I am cursed by the strongest

The weekly meeting of the director's department was interrupted again.

This time, it wasn't that Gojo Satoru bombed the conference room or that a high-level executive was hit by a meteorite again.

It's just simply... being so angry by his own bear son that he has a stroke.

"It's hopeless, let's take care of it." The doctor with two huge black circles on it said "tactfully".

The wife of the head of the Zhiting family whimpered and cried: "How come, aren't you a conjurer? Please, save him!" She is just an ordinary person without magic power or spells, because " "Lucky" gave birth to a gifted child, and the previous wife of the head of the house passed away again, so she "picked up the leak" and picked up a false name of "wife of the head of the house".

Although she is the wife of the housewife, her living space is only a small room in the main courtyard. Before the electricity was turned on, she just sat in the courtyard with her son in a daze. After the electricity was turned on, there were more TVs in the house, and her life was not so boring. .

The eldest son of the Zhiting family is already 51, and because of his lack of talent, he became the chief steward of the Zhiting family, managing the affairs of the entire family.

And the next head of the family that was once certain was his younger brother Naitei Takuei who was raised as a son. He is 33 this year and is in the golden age of magicians.

Why do you say "was"?Because Zhiting Cheju was born.

The Patriarch Naitei felt that it would not be a problem to live another 20 years with his own body, so he seized the power of Naitei Takuei two years ago, and wanted to pave the way for his old son.

"Tuoying, you can't blame me. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for not giving birth to a child with outstanding talents. The times have changed now, and you can't defy the pair of twins from the Wutiao family."

"This magic world is not the magic world of the Wujo family, let alone the magic world of Gojo Wu alone. We must unite and find hope from Gojo Wu's reign of terror!"

Naiting Tuoying happened to be not that hope.

The Patriarch Zhiting has made up his mind, even though Zhiting Tuoying and his elder brother talk dry, he still wants to support the more talented Zhiting Che to take the top position.

"Ma'am, although I am a conjurer, I am only a doctor. Mr. Naitei's body organs are already aging, and this is irreversible."

Hearing his words, Mrs. Zhiting just hugged her son and wept. Crystal tears rolled down her fair and clean face, which was beautiful but fragile.

"Mother, what's wrong with Father? In order not to let me go to the movies, can you do this to such an extent?!" Zhiting Cheju didn't know that his age was ten, and his father, who was even older than him, fell down. , What kind of fate will usher in.

He is only six years old. He has a father who has high expectations and a mother who regards him as the meaning of life. The doting of his parents and the respect of his servants have allowed him to develop a character that has nothing to do with him.

The mother just kept crying, and the father seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed.

"Okay, okay, then I won't go to the cinema. Father, can you build me a cinema at home? I'll watch it secretly at home." Zhiting Cheju compromised.

But his father, who always doted on him, did not praise him.

"Is there really no other way? Doctor?"

The doctor packed up the auxiliary spells he had brought, and seeing their orphans and widows, he sighed: "Unless we go to the one from the Wutiao family, or the lady who can use the reversal spell to heal others."

Mrs. Zhiting's heart fell to the bottom.

The doctor made "the one from Wujo's family" very vague, but Mrs. Naiting understood it in an instant.

Gojo juvenile, any wish can come true... a devil.

And another option... Iunichi, who is known as a precious resource in the magic world, is now studying at Tokyo High School of Magic.And the Tokyo Conjuration College has Wujo Wu.

"Are we going to go to Wujo-sama?!" Zhiting Cheju's eyes lit up so much that he jumped up, "Great! If I can see Wu-sama and Zhi-sama--it doesn't matter if I die now !"

The twins of the Wutiao family have a bad reputation from the adults, especially the Wutiao juveniles.

They didn't dare to speak ill of Wujo Wu, so they transferred all their dark fear, jealousy and anger to Wujo Zhizhi.

He is sinister, he is cunning, he is greedy, he... In short, he is a sinful existence who can pretend to deceive people with a sweet appearance, and then use sweet words to coax people to death!

He should have fulfilled their wishes unconditionally and then died - in the way of atonement!

But in the eyes of children, this is not the case at all.

Those who are not magicians are not human beings, talent and strength are the things that determine everything.

Parents are the first objects of admiration for children, because they are strong and seem to be omnipotent.

But this reality was broken by Gojo Satoru and Gojo Zhi.

The adults were terrified of the two children all day long.

Don't even dare to mention the name.

The more the children are instilled with their terror, the more the children yearn for it.

Bravo!Even my father is so afraid of Wutiao-sama, how strong is Wutiao-sama!

"Father, why do we have to join forces to deal with Gojo Satoru?" the ignorant Zhiting Cheju asked curiously after listening to his father's instruction.

"Hush! Don't call his name! You will be heard!" Patriarch Zhiting nervously covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear, "Now the entire magic world is being controlled by his Willful behavior has caused a mess, you must unite with the children of other Patriarchs, and let Gojo Satoru know that not big fists can represent everything, you know?!"

Zhiting Cheju nodded vigorously, but had a dream that night.In the dream, he was so powerful that he smashed the sandbags with one fist, and kicked the annoying desk away with one kick.Lollipop, chocolate cake, ice cream, whatever he wants to eat will be brought to him, Kamen Rider, Pokémon, Digimon, Ultraman Yu-Gi-Oh, he can watch whichever he wants, ten TV sets surround him...

"That's great..." Waking up, Naitei Cheju was longing for the life in his dream, envious of Gojo Satoru's life.

Then, he saw the movie promotional video of "My Pokémon Sorcerer".

"Boom boom-"

In the promotional video with only silhouettes, Wujo Wu’s shot was not cut from the most splendid scene, the slender and white fingers made a [茈] seal movement, and then, like the opening of the world, the exploding planet was in the dark universe It emits a brilliant light.

"Dong dong dong dong dong—" The heart seemed to be overloaded, but it couldn't stop no matter what.

Explosions are art. In the eyes of the old oranges, they are provocations, demonstrations, and intimidation clips, but they make Zhiting Cheju tremble with excitement.

So strong!Amazing!How handsome!

"Father, is this the future you are looking forward to?"

The seed in Zhitei Cheju's heart germinated and grew in an instant—he took Gojo Gojo as his goal and belief in this life, took Gojo Goto as his idol, and desperately wanted to rush to Gojo Go's world.

"Gojo Wu-sama! Please allow me to follow in your footsteps!" Zhiting Cheju secretly engraved a goal in his heart.

Not only him, but most of the new generation in the magic world are like this.

In the past, the magic world was old-fashioned and conservative. There were very few "wild" magicians. Most of them were taught by their families. The magicians who grew up in a closed environment had only one path and could only choose that path.

Children with strong talents are taught as hope, willful and reckless, children with mediocre or even no talents can only struggle in the quagmire, and then accept the belief that they can only do this in this life.Obtaining a small sense of satisfaction by oppressing existences that are weaker than oneself, but invisibly domesticated into a supporter of this system.

It has become a habit for high-ranking people to be selfish, and it has become a habit for low-ranking people to accept reality.

The magic world is over!

Gojo Satoru no longer has any hope for the decayed and closed magic world.

So what if I killed all the rotten oranges?It's just another batch of rotten oranges that are about to rot.

"Please, please wait, wait..." The little child blushed, and stood trembling in front of him.

Although Gojo Satoru wasn't in a good mood spoiled by the kid blocking the way, he couldn't say he was in a happy mood either.

The clothes were also dirty, but they were old-fashioned kimonos. The black fabric looked good at first glance, and the silver dragonfly pattern shone. It was woven with silver thread. Only the most anticipated child in the family could wear good clothes.

"Five, Wujo Wuda, my lord..." Although he suddenly ran over to block his way, his voice lacked the momentum just now. His little fingers twisted his clothes, his head was lowered and he did not dare to look up, and his voice was even worse. So weak that it is only slightly better than a mosquito.

"Cheju—"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows.

The woman in the distance covered her mouth in horror, her eyes filled with tears in an instant due to fear and terror.She was limp with fear, but the only child stood before the demon.

She rushed over.

"Master Shenzi, the child is not sensible, please—"

"Master Gojo Satoru! Can you make me your subordinate? I want to follow in your footsteps to see a higher scenery!" He finally mustered up the courage to express his deepest desire.

"--Eh?"

Not only Madam Naiting was stunned, but Gojo Satoru was also stunned.

The beautiful blue eyes were exposed, Gojo Satoru took off his eyes and looked at the child in front of him seriously.

He looks very small, only a little taller than Wu Tiaozhi, about five or six years old, with arrogance in his brows, familiar facial features, combined with the family crest on his clothes, the answer is obvious.

"Ah, you are the son of Ukatsu Hiru, right?"

"It's Naitei Luhiko! My father Naitei Luhiko! Does Gojo-sama have any impression of him?! That's great!" Obviously, three of the four words were wrong, and the only order he remembered was also wrong, but Naitei Che Ju was as satisfied as if he had won some Olympic champion.

Gojo Satoru, who had misremembered his father's name, didn't seem embarrassed at all: "Ah, yes, what about Lu's."

"Then, what's the matter with you." Gojo Wu nodded his forehead, "If I remember correctly, your father should have told you a lot of bad things about me, right?" What about Lu's rotten orange, If I remember correctly, he is also the initiator of the anti-Gotiao Satoru-so-so-so-so alliance.

Because it was a rotten tangerine, and the name was complicated, Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to memorize these things.

"It's boasting!" Zhiting Cheju looked at Gojo Wujo adoringly, and said loudly, "Father, your knowledge is too short! He can't understand the deep meaning that you hide under ordinary words!"

Gojo Satoru, who simply likes to play pranks and scare people, has no deep meaning: "Yes! They are too stupid!"

Zhiting Cheju sold himself with a flushed face: "Wu Da, my lord, please! Please let me follow you! I will try my best not to be so stupid!"

"up to you."

Whether you hate it or like it.

Except for Wujo Zhi, everyone else treats him as "nothing more than that".

But the significance of this to Zhiting Cheju could not be more significant!

"Master Wujou! My life exists for your great cause! In order to become a brick in your road to world domination, even the most inconspicuous existence, I will desperately defend my mission! I, straight Ting Cheju sets up a bondage here—in this life, he will never betray Gojo Wu-sama!"

Mrs. Zhiting was greatly shocked. She was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Zhiting Cheju's shoulder and shouted: "Cheju, what are you doing! Cheju!" After a long time, I also know how serious the bondage is.

Gojo Satoru was also stunned for a moment, but the young man known as the Demon King in the outside world did not show the complacency in line with his personality at this moment.

Zhiting Cheju was dragged away by Mrs. Zhiting forcefully, even forgetting the fear of Gojo Satoru.

"Wu, why are you standing here? Go and catch more super-level curse spirits when you have nothing to do." Xia Youjie's tone seemed to be saying, "Go and pull some Chinese cabbages back", rather than one mouthful of magicians. Super magic spirit.

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, and said to Xia Youjie in a fluttering tone: "Jie, someone said just now that he wants to be a brick for me to rule the world~" He raised the corners of his eyes triumphantly, like someone who has caught prey and returned home The big cat threw its prey in front of the excrement shovel officer, then jumped onto the closet proudly raising its chin and looking down at all living beings.

"Didn't you just have breakfast, no, isn't it lunch? Even if you want to dream, please wait until after dinner to say such a thing." Xia Youjie is already a qualified complainer.

"You can only be proud now!"

After finishing the task with Xia Youjie and joking around, it was time for Wutiaozhi to go home from school.As soon as Wujo Zhi, who was carrying a small schoolbag, opened the door of the dormitory, he was embraced by Gojo Satoru.

"Zhijiang, if you come back a little later, I, who lacks vitamins, will have to sleep pitifully on the hard floor!"

"Good boy, good boy~" Wutiaozhi stroked his hair proficiently. The fluffy silver hair is so great that two hands can't grasp it. If there is a day when he becomes Fu Ruikong, it must be Gojo Satoru's fault!

After playing with his hair for a while, Wu Tiaozhi got out of the arms of the oversized coquettish and clingy Wu, threw the heavy schoolbag full of toys and snacks when he went out in the morning to the ground, and then threw himself on the soft big bed.

The dormitory of the college was rebuilt by the "rich" Wujo family with gleaming hair. The dormitory that could only be described as mediocre at first has turned into a luxury apartment. There are not only bathrooms where you can take a bath, but also specially used for playing games. There is an entertainment room for watching movies, a kitchen where you can cook various dishes, and a soft big bed that can roll around.

Because Wujo Satoru and Wujo Zhi always sleep together, the bed is very big, and the two sleepwalkers don't worry about fighting each other while swimming on the bed.

The big bed is the soft touch that Wujozhi likes, it seems that the whole person is trapped in a cloud.Although sleeping on an overly soft bed for a long time is not good for the spine, a mantra does not need to worry about this kind of thing. A man who often uses the inversion technique to replace himself with a fresh brain, and by the way, a healthy and straight spine is nothing to worry about. piece of cake.

Gojo Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress sank, Gojo Satoru kicked his little feet and rolled onto his lap, his head bumped against his big one.Legs, jiao.Gojo Satoru seems to be a big one with his small body.

"Ni Jiang~" The five little animals got into his arms and sniffed, rubbed his clothes to dye themselves into "five enlightenment tastes", and then spread their limbs and pillowed on his big chest.On the lap, "Is Ni-chan unhappy?"

No, the smell just now doesn't seem like "unhappy", but it doesn't quite resemble "happy" either.

"How could it be?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head, squeezed his little face to draw a cute chick's mouth, and bent his eyes, "Zhijiang is really sharp~"

Wujo Zhi wrinkled his nose and shook his head, trying to shake off his annoying big hands, and then said triumphantly: "Of course! I'm a detective Zhi-chan!"

Gojo Satoru applauded cooperatively: "That's incredible!"

Wutiao Zhi pulled his clothes and climbed him up like a climbing frame, and finally put his arms around his neck and pressed against his face, whispering: "I'm already becoming reliable! More on Ni-chan Just trust me more!"

Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback, how obvious is he, has he developed to the point where even Zhichan can easily see through himself? !

Wujo Zhi launched a death gaze light wave: "I always feel that you are thinking about something very impolite!"

Gojo Satoru looked away suspiciously: "Just, a little bit."

Gojo Satoru told him what happened during the day.

"I don't think it's weird or anything. Well, just a little bit."

The world is beyond salvation.

Gojo Satoru is not a saint, he can't be cruelly treated and still have good expectations for the world without regrets.

It doesn't matter what, even if the world is destroyed in the next second, it has nothing to do with me.

Gojo Satoru watched coldly as the world was rotting away bit by bit.He didn't speed up the process, let alone lend a helping hand, but just watched His weakening ruthlessly and indifferently as a bystander.

Rule the world?It's too boring.

save the world?It's so funny.

The side of justice, the side of evil, he doesn't want to choose either side.

He only does what he wants, no one can force him!

That's it.

So it doesn't matter what those people think of him.

--monster!You monster!How could human beings do such a thing!You are not human at all!

—Don't come here, you devil!stay away from me!

--forgive me!forgive me!

monster?devil?demon?Or the devil?Gojo Satoru doesn't care, but because he thinks the terrified expressions of the rotten oranges are funny, so he thinks it's not bad to be the devil king they talk about.

The "upstart" Wutiao consortium in the film market was isolated and suppressed by the old-fashioned industry, and was swayed by the rotten oranges in the film industry. Engaged in the project of "making those rotten oranges laugh in the field they are most proud of", so "My Pokémon Magician" was born.

Although 90.00% of the film critics criticized the film for lack of depth, the hot scenes slapped everyone in the face.

I didn't even go to fight for the screenings, and the 5.00% of the screenings and other movies at the end were not even a fraction of others.

But in less than a day, it was the turn of those theaters to kneel down and admit their mistakes with red eyes, begging for more chances for them to line up more films.

is a threat.

Gojo Satoru is used to this method, frightening everyone with his shattering strength, even if you are unwilling or unwilling, you must crawl at my feet and ask for my forgiveness.

Gojo Satoru liked the look on their faces that wanted to kill him but couldn't.

But what he didn't expect was that there were still people willing to follow such Wujo Satoru.Moreover, this person also came from the world of conjuration that he had long judged to be doomed.

"Maybe it's the kind of idiot with a broken head. After all, Mi Qingzi who is over 60 years old can have so much energy." Gojo Satoru muttered bad things about rotten oranges.

The old oranges can't speak ill of him, but he can speak ill of them unscrupulously, you can't speak ill of him!

"it's common!"

"That's right! I'll just say it! It's already rotten oranges that went into the trash can, and you still think about having a baby, okay, what a fool—"

"I mean—" Wu Tiaozhi pulled his ear and shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that he might not hear clearly, "It's normal for Ni-chan to be worshiped, believed in, and followed by everyone! "

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, seemingly puzzled, "Why?"

"Because you are Gojo Satoru!"

"...What kind of reason is this?"

"That's the biggest reason." Wutiaozhi held his face and gave him a "boom" forcefully, "I like Ni-chan the most! That's why I know!"

"Whether it's those rotten oranges or the young ones, everyone, I admire Ni Jiang the most!"

Satoru Gojo

These three words, as long as they are placed there, are deterrent.

As long as this person is still there, it is a sense of security.

He represents [the strongest], represents [hope], and is the [pillar].

As long as he exists as [Wujo Satoru] for one day, it will represent the victory of mankind.

Even if he acts recklessly, even if he kills countless people, or if he defected and joined the Curse Master.

But as long as he exists as a [human being] for one day, the human race will never be defeated in this battle of survival between humans and curse spirits.

It is like the existence of calming people's hearts like the magic needle of Dinghai.

"Why?" Gojo Satoru didn't understand.

Just like a three-year-old child will cry because 1+2 is equal to the number, and it may not be correct, but for high school students, it is "common sense" that the answer will not be wrong.

Magic power, spells, reversal spells, domains...

Why can't everyone do something as simple as eating and drinking water?Gojo Satoru couldn't understand.

Just as ordinary conjurers cannot understand Wujo Satoru, it is also difficult for Wujo Satoru to understand the distress of ordinary conjurers.

"Because you are so strong!" Wujozhi said simply and clearly, "Because I found that I can't beat you no matter what, so I thought and thought, thought and thought, thought and thought... and then my mind is full of things related to you!"

A person with a score of 59 may be jealous of a person with a score of 60, but he will hardly be jealous of a person with a score of 99999999999999999999999.

The gap is too big, and the distance of looking up has turned into complex emotions of longing and admiration.

Wujo Wu understood: "So they are still shaking-M?! It's so disgusting!" Thinking of those rotten oranges making cute star-eyed expressions at him, Wujo Wu would be so disgusted that he couldn't eat.

Something seems wrong, but it seems like it is.

The ignorant Wujo Zhi taught the equally ignorant Wujo Satoru, although he didn't know what Wujo Satoru would look like after hearing his explanation, but at the moment Wujo Zhi felt very relieved, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes! "

The Gojo family's new film has caused a major earthquake in the magic world.

It seems that the "tragedy" of the Naitei family is an infectious disease that will spread, and the family heads in the magic world feel that there is something strange at home during this time.

"Where's the movie ticket I gave you last time?"

When asked about this kind of thing suddenly, the docile wife of the Patriarch of the Jiudao Family couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then began to falter.

Patriarch of Nine Paths frowned: "Why are you hesitating? It's just a few movie tickets, if you lose them, you will lose them—"

A ridiculous guess surfaced in his mind, and he uttered a difficult sentence with great happiness: "Don't tell me that I was stolen by those little ghosts at home!"

Madam Jiu Dao went up to support Patriarch Jiu Dao worryingly: "It's not Shan Yin."

Patriarch of Nine Paths immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the next sentence sent him to the [-]th floor of hell.

"It's Mrs. Zuo Ji." Shan Yin is the youngest daughter of Mrs. Jiu Dao. She is nine years old this year and is a girl with mediocre talent.

And Zuo Ji is her eldest son, the 26-year-old Jiu Dao Zuo Ji is already a quasi-first-level magician, and the pillar of Ku Dao School!He is also recognized as the next Patriarch.

"Sir Zuo Ji, he took all the movie tickets." Although she is a son and a mother, she still has to call her biological son "Master".

The drooping eyelashes blocked the resentment in her eyes, and her voice was gentle, but dealt a fatal blow to Patriarch Jiudao: "He took all the younger generations in the family to the movies." Zuoji Jiudao is a filial Originally, she also wanted to take her with her, but Mrs. Jiudao refused on the grounds that she was too old to go out.

"!!!" Patriarch Nine Paths was so angry that his eyes went dark, he felt something "boom" rushed to his brain, his brain buzzed, and then there was a burst of severe pain in his chest.

The last vision of life is Madam Jiudao's meek and respectful lowered eyebrows: "Master Jiudao, please rest well." It is the same as the gentle and respectful one who waited for him to sleep in the past, but it is different, except that there is an extra blood-stained handle in her hand. the spell tool.

Her daughter, Shan Yin, is nine years old. She was also engaged by her father when she was nine years old, and then she began to learn how to serve her husband and how to take care of housework. When she was 16 years old, she was sent to Jiu Taoism became the concubine of a husband who was similar to his father.

The next step is to boil.

Among the three side rooms, her son was the most talented, so she finally got her name and became the wife of the head of the house.

She has endured for many years and suffered a lot, so she must not let her daughter, like herself, walk on this dark road with no future.

Her son Jiudao Zuoji is very good and a good brother. Even if she is executed, he can take good care of his sister.

To be honest, she didn't have the confidence to kill her "husband".Although he is old, he was also a quasi-first-level conjurer when he was young, and her talent is very average. She has never been to a family private school, let alone the conjuration colleges in Tokyo and Kyoto. She is stronger than the assistant supervisor. Even worse.

However, the Nine Daoists took the initiative to waver.When he heard that his son, whom he had high hopes for, took the younger generation of the Jiudao family to the movies, he was so angry that he went crazy.

Mrs. Jiudao expected him to be so angry that he would have a stroke and faint like Patriarch Zhiting, but unfortunately he didn't.

Mingming was older than Patriarch Zhiting, but when he heard the news, he was not so stimulated to collapse.

Mrs. Jiu Dao felt it was a pity, but fortunately, although he didn't fall down, he also broke his defense at that moment and lost vigilance to everything around him.

Mrs. Jiudao untied his magic tools—she had studied and practiced undressing people for 40 years, and she was better at this than anyone else.

The Patriarch of the Nine Paths, who didn't realize it, lost his magic tool and his life.

"That's great." Mrs. Jiu Dao sat quietly at the door of the house, waiting for her to be discovered and executed.

But it was her son who came back first.

"Father is old, and I will support the future of the Jiudao Family." Zuoji Jiudao told them while holding the hands of his mother and sister, "I am the pillar and hope of the Jiudao Family, for the sake of the Jiudao Family, no one will object. "

How did the father brainwash the clansmen? The clansmen were brainwashed into puppets who couldn't think. So after the strongest man took over the Jiudao family, the mother's criminals would disappear.

After disposing of his father's body, Kudo Saki said to his mother who was still uneasy: "I think Master Wu is right. This magic world has become unbearably rotten, even if it is completely destroyed, it will not have any impact."

Mrs. Jiu Dao looked at her son in surprise: "Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

Kudosaki shook his head: "It wasn't all of a sudden."

"I hate the Nine Taoists, the magic world, the magic spirit, and myself. But I don't know what to do."

"I'm always thinking 'ah, this world is hopeless', 'oh, I'm hopeless', 'let's all rot together', living a life that repeats day after day in a daze. When will I be killed by the curse spirit? Death, or I can be free."

Mrs. Jiu Dao hugged him, a cruel woman who could even touch her own husband, she cried uncontrollably at this moment: "Zuo Ji, I'm sorry, Zuo Ji, I never knew you thought so."

Kudosaki shook his head: "Don't say that, Mom. You and Shanyin are the pillars of my hard work to live up to now!"

Because of Jiudaoshan's young age, Mrs. Jiudao was afraid that she would be frightened, so she put her to sleep early. The little child forced her eyes to sleep on the pure white bed, with a blush of deep sleep on her face, innocent and cute .

Kudo Saki looked at his sister's face tenderly, knelt down to Madam Kudo and made the most serious dochiza: "I'm sorry, my lord, it's up to me, an older brother, to protect Sanyin. But let your hands be stained with blood."

Mrs. Jiudao shook her head. She gently touched her son's smooth hair. Most people in the Jiudao family have curly hair, but her son has soft and straight hair. Although the difference is only trivial, it makes Mrs. Jiudao worried for a long time.

Will the "different" Saki be bullied because of this?

Her incompetent mother was unable to protect her child, but what made her feel relieved and distressed was that Zuo Ji worked hard.

"What about now? What is Saki thinking now?"

Since it was an "in the past" thinking, then the thinking must have changed now.

Kudosaki raised his head and looked at his mother with burning eyes, with dazzling flames burning in his eyes: "I want to follow in Master Wu's footsteps! The rotten ones, get rid of them! The stinky ones, get rid of them! Lose!"

The powerful and beautiful mantra was almost engraved into his eyes, heart, and soul.

So powerful, so beautiful, so—happy!

Kudosaki realized it!What he was troubled with, what he endured, what he despaired of—

Everything stems from his weakness.

Because of its weakness, it can only be accepted passively.

Because she is weak, she can only sadly think of using [Death] to escape everything.

Because he is weak, he can't even protect his mother and sister.

"I want to follow Master Wu! Be a brick in his way to rule the world!"

"........." Mrs. Jiu Dao's emotions, either moved or emotional, disappeared at once, and she even asked with some doubts, "So... is Mr. Wu's ambition to rule the world?"

Kudosaki asked back: "Isn't it?"

Although Mrs. Jiu Dao was raised in the house and didn't know about the affairs of the magic world, but out of a woman's intuition, she felt that it shouldn't be... right?

She wasn't quite sure either.

Similar things happen to many magician families.

Even because of the movie screening, many curse masters were scared away, so the curse master whose value has skyrocketed from 50 yen per order to 500 million yen per order recently wanted to take advantage of the high price to make more money. When he returned home, he saw his ten-year-old The daughter was holding a crystal ball and muttering in her mouth.

"Please tell me the trajectory of Master Wu's actions, please tell me how to follow Master Wu, please tell me..."

Curser: "???" Do you still remember that your old father who is about to die suddenly is a famous curser on the black market?Although he is just a trashy low-level curse master, we are villains!Why follow Gojo Satoru!

"Wu, I heard that you are going to rule the magic world?"

"Wu, did I hear that you're going to start working as a 【】?"

"Wu, I heard that you are going to destroy the world?"

"Wu, I heard that you are planning to use all human beings as hostages?"

"Wu, I heard that you want to kill all life?"

Played the game with Zhijiang Tietie all night, and had a little sleep, so I skipped the daytime class Gojo Satoru: "???" Has he slept through [-] episodes?