Special-Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit

"Kamen Rider?!"

In the vast underground space, the trio of first-years from Tokyo Jujutsu High, led by Maki Zenin, were completely baffled by Lin Yi, this suddenly appearing third party.

They were not stupid enough to think that someone wearing a Kamen Rider suit here was merely a cosplay enthusiast. It was just that Maki Zenin and the others, who had received formal training, could not figure out what this mysterious third party was.

A Cursed Spirit? Or a fully autonomous Cursed Corpse like Panda on their side? Or perhaps a sorcerer like Mechamaru, their fellow student from Kyoto Jujutsu High in Osaka?

"Hey, Panda."

"No idea. Yaga never told me anything about this. It doesn't fit Yaga's aesthetic."

Hearing that, Maki Zenin spun her blade, leveling the long sword at Lin Yi ahead of her as she was about to speak.

"Hey, you in the Kamen Rider suit, I'm talking to you..."

Before Maki Zenin could finish, Lin Yi stepped toward the trio. His figure vanished in an instant, leaving only a cool breeze sweeping past the three Jujutsu High first-years.

Bang!

A series of sonic booms erupted behind Maki Zenin and the others as a fierce gust blew over them.

When they turned around, they saw Lin Yi standing silently at the elevator entrance. The Grade 3 Cursed Spirits that would have taken them some time to clear out had all been smashed apart and exorcised by him without the slightest effort.

More importantly, when Lin Yi instantly blew apart those Cursed Spirits, the aftershock of his attacks had not harmed the unconscious hostages.

Lin Yi's gaze paused on one of the female hostages. She was the person from the missing-person case he had taken during the day. He had not expected to find her here.

Then again, in Japan, this great vortex of cursed energy, any bizarre disappearance or death could be linked to Cursed Spirits.

That meant once he was done here, he would have to change back into his previous identity and show up in Jujutsu High's sights again. Tch, money was hard to earn and shit was hard to swallow in every world.

As Lin Yi grumbled inwardly, Maki Zenin's displeased voice reached his ears again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Do you know it's rude to barge into our workplace without so much as a greeting? Who the hell are you? A Cursed Corpse, a Cursed Spirit, or a sorcerer?"

Lin Yi glanced at Maki Zenin, the slightly unhinged girl, but did not answer. He merely sensed the changes taking place in his body.

In this form, his cursed energy and body were separated, operating independently. As a result, his physical body possessed strength comparable to a Special-Grade Sorcerer reinforcing themselves with cursed energy, turning him into a pseudo-Heavenly Tyrant.

His vast cursed energy had also condensed into the Kamen Rider Joker suit on his body. Aside from granting Lin Yi's pseudo-Heavenly Tyrant form a stat boost, the suit could absorb cursed energy from the outside world to repair itself. It also possessed the sole effect Lin Yi had added to it: Devouring Evolution.

The effect of Devouring Evolution was simple. In this form, whether he killed Cursed Spirits or sorcerers, he could draw one-tenth of one percent of all their attributes back into himself.

In the world of jujutsu, whether human or Cursed Spirit, there were really only three attributes to speak of: physical ability, cursed energy, and cursed techniques.

The difference between the bodies of Cursed Spirits and sorcerers was that, as beings born from negative emotions, so long as they did not suffer fatal wounds, they could repair themselves by absorbing cursed energy.

Now, Lin Yi was enjoying the feedback brought by his localized cheat cursed technique, Polarity Reversal.

He had known his localized cheat cursed technique could not be that simple. Blowing up more than thirty Grade 3 Cursed Spirits at once had only given him a tiny increase in attributes, but meat was still meat, no matter how little.

If his cursed technique, Polarity Reversal, could not add more than just stats and could also grant special mechanics, he would have left long ago. After all, there was no cursed-energy vortex like Japan back home, with Cursed Spirits running rampant everywhere. To Lin Yi, these were all treasures.

As long as he stayed in Japan long enough and exorcised enough Cursed Spirits, even if he never mastered the self-healing skill known as the Reversed Cursed Technique, he could still use his cursed technique's effects to gain an ageless, immortal body like a Cursed Spirit's, capable of repairing itself by absorbing negative emotions. He would transform from a pseudo-Heavenly Tyrant into something half Cursed Spirit.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you even listening?"

Lin Yi's dismissive attitude irritated Maki Zenin. As the self-proclaimed big sister of the trio, she could no longer suppress her urge to fight and was ready to test his strength.

But at that moment, an indescribable pressure descended from above, plunging the trio into an icy abyss.

A cold, damp, hair-raising atmosphere pierced all the way from the rooftop down to the first basement level, making Maki Zenin and the others afraid to make any rash move.

As formally trained students, they knew very well where this unsettling pressure came from.

"A-a Special-Grade Cursed Spirit? You've got to be kidding. A Special-Grade Cursed Spirit appeared in a place like this?"

In contrast to Maki Zenin's trio, who felt as if they had fallen into an icy abyss beneath the pressure of a Special-Grade Cursed Spirit, Lin Yi remained entirely at ease.

Whether it was his physical body, which was now slowly growing stronger, or the Kamen Rider suit constructed from cursed energy, both allowed him to ignore the so-called pressure of a Special-Grade Cursed Spirit.

On the contrary, he was deeply interested in the Special-Grade Cursed Spirit that was being born on the rooftop.

He had been in the world of jujutsu for over three months, yet he had never seen what a Special-Grade Cursed Spirit looked like or what level it was at.

The strongest Cursed Spirits he had encountered and exorcised were only Grade 3. Most had not even been ranked.

With that in mind, Lin Yi decisively took the elevator straight to the rooftop.

Seeing that Lin Yi had ignored her from beginning to end, Maki Zenin suppressed her fear and moved to stop him, only for Panda beside her to call out.

"Maki! Don't move. Look around you!"

Reminded by Panda, Maki Zenin finally noticed that the moment she took a step, the first basement level, once filled with cold white lights, had been replaced by dim red lighting. Though they had originally been on the first basement level, they could now see the lobby on the ground floor. At some point, the ceiling had vanished.

"This is... an Innate Domain? So that guy really is a Cursed Spirit?"

"Anyway, our top priority now is to get the hostages out of here, then contact Ijichi and have Gojo-sensei come deal with this. This is already beyond what we can handle, Maki."

Panda rationally assessed the situation. No matter how unwilling Maki Zenin was, she could only accept the suggestion.

The battle to come was not something first-years like them could handle.

Naturally, Lin Yi had no idea what was happening on Maki Zenin's side. He had noticed the changes in the environment as well, but he did not take them seriously.

At present, aside from not having mastered the Reversed Cursed Technique or Domain Expansion, his cursed energy and physical body alone had basically reached Grade 1 and were advancing toward the absurd realm of Special Grade.

As long as this Special-Grade Cursed Spirit had not eaten one of Sukuna's fingers, and was not one of those Special-Grade Cursed Spirits on the level of the Four Calamities, it should not be too difficult to deal with.

Instead, he was starting to feel excited. His hands itched, and he was itching for a fight!

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