Scum Should Go to Hell to Repent

Toji Fushiguro left.

Despite his reluctance, he honored the debt of gratitude for Gojo Sawa saving his life.

Toji Fushiguro swore on the name of his late first wife and voluntarily resigned from his work as the "Sorcerer Killer."

"What? You're quitting?"

The intermediary Shiu Kong's voice shouted over the phone.

Toji Fushiguro sighed. "I promised someone. Can't exactly go back on it, can I?"

"Besides, with those three showing up in the jujutsu world now, this line of work is probably going to dry up soon anyway!"

"Huh? What the hell are you rambling about?"

Toji Fushiguro couldn't be bothered to explain and just hung up.

He looked up at the sky. A bird crossed the horizon.

"Setting a good example for the kid, huh..."

Suguru Geto toyed with the Playful Cloud he'd gotten back.

This special-grade cursed tool was something he'd bought from Gojo Sawa on an installment plan, and he still hadn't paid off the debt, so there was no way he was letting it go cheap to Fushiguro.

"By the way, big brother, your Reverse Cursed Technique can actually affect other people. Mine can only work on myself."

Gojo Satoru was puzzled. After all, Gojo Sawa's technique was identical to his, so the effect of the Reverse Cursed Technique should be the same.

Suguru Geto chuckled and bragged to Gojo Satoru, "My Reverse Cursed Technique is the same as Taku's. It can affect others too."

"Looks like Taku and I are both benevolent people who love helping others. You're the only selfish one, Gojo!"

"Huh? You think you're hot stuff just because you figured out Reverse Cursed Technique?"

"Right back at you."

Seeing the two about to bicker again, Gojo Sawa spoke up helplessly. "Both of you, shut up. We still have the matter of Tengen and Riko Amanai to deal with!"

Hearing this, the two who'd been at each other's throats finally backed down.

"But before that, let's go check out those guys from the Star Religious Group!"

A cold light gleamed in Gojo Sawa's eyes.

Before leaving, Toji Fushiguro had told him the meeting place he'd arranged with the Star Religious Group.

Gojo Sawa had no intention of letting those scumbags off.

At that moment, the members of the Star Religious Group were gathered in a small room.

They clasped their hands together in devout prayer. At the center was a waist-high stone altar, just the right size to hold... a person!

But as time passed, someone grew impatient. "Where's the Star Plasma Vessel's corpse? Hasn't Toji Fushiguro arrived yet?"

"He's not coming."

The Star Religious Group's followers stared in shock at the sudden appearance of Gojo Sawa and his two companions, clearly having no idea what was happening.

Looking at the numb, hypocritical faces before him, Gojo Sawa's expression was blank, but a thick, icy killing intent gathered around him.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward. "Big brother, let me handle this. I won't feel any guilt now."

Suguru Geto quickly blocked them both. "Hey! Taku, Gojo! The mastermind has already fled. Killing them is meaningless!"

"Meaning? Is that important?"

Gojo Satoru's face darkened.

Suguru Geto clenched his fists. "Yeah... it's important. For sorcerers."

Shiiing—

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto froze, staring in shock at the scene before them, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

In the room, every single member of the Star Religious Group had been crushed into pulp in an instant.

Blood, brains, entrails... coated the once-clean floor and walls, like a scene from hell.

And the one who'd caused it all, Gojo Sawa, hadn't even raised an eyebrow.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth. "Big brother, you..."

"Hey, Taku, these are ordinary people!"

Suguru Geto was both shocked and annoyed. Gojo Sawa's massacre of non-sorcerers clearly clashed with his own beliefs, and it would bring trouble down on Taku—he might even end up on the jujutsu world's wanted list!

Gojo Sawa turned to look at Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto, his expression more serious than ever.

"Gojo, Geto's right. Meaning is important for sorcerers. But, Geto, I don't agree with your philosophy."

"Sorcerers should protect non-sorcerers? The strong should protect the weak? Don't make me laugh! What if that non-sorcerer is a murderer? Would you save them?"

"No responsibility is a given. Hell, I don't even care about whether others live or die. But if I have to say what philosophy I follow, it's this..."

"Whether sorcerer or non-sorcerer, scum belong in hell to repent!"

Suguru Geto was at a loss for words.

He instinctively wanted to refute, but the words caught in his throat, refusing to come out.

Deep within him, an even more extreme thought took root instead.

"Yeah! We sorcerers risk our lives fighting curses—just to protect these stupid monkeys? Why?"

After a long silence, Gojo Satoru was the first to break the heavy atmosphere.

"Ehh~ Big bro, why so serious? It's over now, isn't it?"

Gojo Sawa dropped his stern expression and patted Suguru Geto on the shoulder. "Stop spacing out, let's go!"

Suguru Geto snapped back to reality and gave a helpless smile. "Got it."

Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru left one after the other. Suguru Geto followed, but at the last moment, he turned his head to look at the blood-soaked room, muttering under his breath:

"Trash like that belongs in hell to repent..."

"Um... can I come out now? It's way too stuffy in here!"

Masamichi Yaga stopped and glanced at the Rabbit Cursed Corpse beside him, from which Riko Amanai's voice emerged.

"Sorry, time was tight, so when I made this cursed corpse, I didn't consider comfort."

Misato Kuroi comforted her, "Miss, just bear with it a little longer. Who knows if those villains might track us down."

Masamichi Yaga wiped his sweat. "There's a safe house not far ahead, with quite a few barriers set up. We'll be fine once we get there!"

"Sigh! I wonder what punishment I'll face once this leaks out... Those three brats, always causing me trouble!"

Just as they were about to move, dozens of figures suddenly appeared ahead, blocking the road.

Masamichi Yaga and Misato Kuroi quickly stopped, instinctively stepping in front of the Rabbit Cursed Corpse.

Masamichi Yaga swept his gaze over them, and his heart sank to the bottom, cold sweat soaking his back.

This group before him was entirely composed of Jujutsu High's higher-ups and elder figures from the Three Great Families!

At the front, Yoshinobu Gakuganji slowly stepped forward, his murky eyes gleaming with cunning light.

"Masamichi, why are you here?"

Masamichi Yaga froze, unsure how to explain.

Then Gakuganji turned his gaze to Misato Kuroi beside him.

"If this old man remembers correctly, you should be the Star Plasma Vessel's caretaker. That means..."

Gakuganji's eyes shifted to the cursed corpse behind the two.

"The Star Plasma Vessel is currently hidden inside that cursed corpse, isn't she?"