The Death Curse Spirit Ronawa! Tokyo, Arakawa.
Massive amounts of cursed energy continuously converged in this place.
It even formed a very spectacular cursed energy storm for this very reason.
Even the astronomical phenomena of this place changed along with it, as huge vortex-shaped clouds kept spinning.
Crimson lightning wove through them.
It gave people an apocalyptic atmosphere.
Yet at a time like this, someone was still strolling leisurely.
Satoru Gojo held a cup of coffee he had just bought not long ago and asked Megumi Fushiguro, his good student beside him, "How long has this phenomenon been going on?"
"The fifth day."
"Five days, what a huge commotion!"
"But looking at it, it's about to be born too."
"With such a huge commotion, who knows what kind of monster will be born out of it."
A massive gathering of cursed energy usually meant only one thing.
A curse was born.
And for a scene as big as this one, one didn't even need to think to know it was definitely a Special-Grade Curse.
Among Special-Grade Curses, it was probably at the monster level.
It was thanks to discovering it early.
If they had discovered it a few days later, the Special-Grade Curse probably would have run away long ago.
While Satoru Gojo and the others waited, right at the center where the massive cursed energy gathered.
An existence was being born.
"Who am I? I am..."
"I am the Death Curse Spirit, born from everyone's fear of death, ruling over the death of all things!"
"Oh my goodness, isn't this just Death's Sovereign."
"..."
Recalling the image of Death's Sovereign, cute face and huge breasts, heh heh, I like it.
Then there was no then.
Under the influence of self-awareness, the newborn curse's image rapidly converged toward Death's Sovereign.
The result that ultimately led to this was.
When the newborn curse opened her eyes and looked down to check her body.
What came into view were those huge breasts wrapped in transparent black silk, along with highly recognizable clothes.
After being stunned for a moment, she raised her hand and pinched her own face.
Mm, bouncy and smooth, with an excellent texture.
But this isn't my face at all!
The Death Curse Spirit felt like crying without tears; had she known it would turn out like this, she wouldn't have let her imagination run wild just now.
Now it was great, she had screwed herself over.
Yet thinking carefully, it was actually not unacceptable.
Though her gender changed, she looked good.
Though her race changed, she was powerful enough.
A curse born from human fear of death, wielding the authority and ability over the death of all things.
As long as she grew a little bit, it was solidly at the strong-special level.
By then, not to mention doing whatever she wanted.
At least living a life without worrying about food and clothing was completely unproblematic.
From this perspective, it was undoubtedly a massive profit!
Just as the newborn Death Curse Spirit was fantasizing about her wonderful future life.
A curious voice came from behind: "Are you the newly born Special-Grade Curse?"
"You look... pretty good-looking!"
Hearing this, she turned her head and looked at the newcomer.
At that instant, cold sweat poured down in an instant.
Satoru Gojo? How could it be Satoru Gojo?
Why did he appear here?
Is this right?
For a curse, meeting Satoru Gojo was no less than a sorcerer meeting Ryomen Sukuna.
And what was even more outrageous.
She, the dignified Death Curse Spirit, an existence destined to reach the pinnacle in the future.
Just spawned at the starting point, not even leaving the fountain yet.
Was being gatekept by this super big boss.
So, the newborn me is going to fight Satoru Gojo?
Can I win?
After experiencing a brief period of thought.
The newborn Death Curse Spirit Ronawa decisively abandoned the idea of a frontal battle.
And honestly raised the white flag.
"Um, if I said I'm not a curse, would you believe it?"
Looking at Satoru Gojo and Megumi Fushiguro, Ronawa said weakly.
Fighting was definitely unwinnable, so she could only try to see if she could get away with cuteness.
Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo was completely immune.
"You wouldn't happen to think that because I'm wearing a blindfold, I'm blind."
"Miss Curse, the cursed aura on your body is so thick it's already leaking out."
"Also, I can feel a strong threat from you; I have a feeling that once you grow up, you'll be an existence sufficient to kill me."
"So tell me, should I nip you in the bud here in advance?"
Satoru Gojo's reasoning was sound, logical, and convincing.
Putting herself in his shoes, if Ronawa were Satoru Gojo, she wouldn't let herself go either.
We're done for, it looked completely hopeless no matter how she saw it.
"In that case, then come on."
"It's not certain I'll lose either!"
Ronawa decided to give up, fighting to the death would only be for the sake of dying with a bit more dignity.
Yet the result exceeded Ronawa's expectations.
Satoru Gojo ultimately abandoned the idea of attacking her.
It was hard to say what kind of mindset Satoru Gojo based this decision on.
But in all probability, his nature acted up and he wanted to mess around again.
"What kind of curse were you again?"
On the rooftop of a tall building, Satoru Gojo asked Ronawa.
He was genuinely curious about Ronawa.
She made him feel threatened the moment she was born; this curse had quite a big background.
Ronawa thought for a moment and didn't hide it: "I was born from human fear of death."
"I can be considered the Death Curse Spirit, for now."
Hearing this explanation, the corners of Satoru Gojo's mouth twitched.
The Death Curse Spirit?
A concept this abstract could actually give birth to a curse?
Yet thinking carefully, it felt very reasonable.
After all, the fear of death was the ultimate fear that humans had continuously carried on and ranked first for countless years.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people vainly attempting to attain longevity.
Such intense fearful emotion had long since met the conditions for giving birth to a curse.
He just hadn't expected the Death Curse Spirit to look like this after being born.
Shaking his head, Satoru Gojo asked the crucial and core question: "Then, Miss Death Curse Spirit, answer me honestly."
"What do you plan to do next?"
"Bring large-scale death to humanity, or create death with your own hands!"
This was the most critical question, directly relating to whether Satoru Gojo would choose to nip Ronawa in the bud ahead of time.
Should Ronawa display even the slightest inclination toward going on a bloodthirsty rampage, Satoru Gojo would make her taste what a fist the size of a sandbag felt like.
Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo's probing only earned him a look that treated him like an absolute fool.
Feeling somewhat defensive under that gaze, Satoru Gojo broke composure and said, "What kind of look is that? Is there something wrong with my question?"
"Of course there's something wrong. Is there any need for me to manufacture death with my own hands?"
"Do I really need to spell out for you how many humans die every single day?"
"Besides, if I had to personally witness every single death, how exhausting would that be!"
With that, Ronawa straightened her expression and looked intently at Satoru Gojo as she spoke, "You must understand that there is a natural balance between life and death."
"I have no intention of disrupting that balance; on the contrary, I uphold it."
"Take those who recklessly cause massive death for example, or those who cling to life and refuse to die."
"Those are my true enemies!"
As a cursed spirit who was the very embodiment of the concept of death, Ronawa's growth condition was witnessing death.
However, that was a conventional method of growth, and it came far too slowly.
If she truly wanted to grow rapidly, hunting those who disrupted the balance of life and death was the way to go.
She meant fellows who wantonly caused massive casualties, alongside those who lingered and refused to die.
Only by doing this could she rapidly grow stronger.
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