Death Curse Spirit Ronawa!

Vast amounts of cursed energy continuously gathered here.

They had even formed an immensely spectacular storm of cursed energy.

Even the weather in the area had changed, with enormous swirling clouds constantly rotating overhead.

Crimson lightning flashed through them.

It gave the place an apocalyptic atmosphere.

Yet even at a time like this, someone strolled about with complete ease.

Holding a cup of coffee he had bought not long ago, Satoru Gojo asked his excellent student Megumi Fushiguro beside him, "How long has this phenomenon been going on?"

"Five days."

"Five days, huh? That's quite a commotion!"

"But judging by the looks of it, it's about to be born."

"With such a huge disturbance, who knows what kind of monster will emerge."

When a massive amount of cursed energy suddenly gathered, it usually meant only one thing.

A cursed spirit had been born.

And with a spectacle on this scale, there was no need to think twice—it was definitely a Special-Grade Curse.

It might even be a monster among Special-Grade Curses.

Good thing they had discovered it early.

If they had found it a few days later, the Special-Grade Curse would probably have already escaped.

While Satoru Gojo and the others waited, at the center where the vast cursed energy had gathered—

An existence was being born.

"Who am I? I am..."

"I am the Death Curse Spirit, born from everyone's fear of death, governing the deaths of all things!"

"Oh damn, isn't that Death's Sovereign?"

Recalling Death's Sovereign's appearance—cute face, huge boobs—hehe, loved it.

And that was that.

Influenced by her self-awareness, the newborn cursed spirit's appearance rapidly shifted toward Death's Sovereign.

The final result was—

When the newborn cursed spirit opened her eyes and looked down at her body—

What entered her sight were the huge breasts wrapped in sheer black stockings, along with that highly recognizable outfit.

After staring blankly for a moment, she raised a hand and pinched her own face.

Mm, soft, springy, and smooth. It felt amazing.

But this wasn't my face at all!

The Death Curse Spirit wanted to cry but had no tears. If she had known this would happen, she would not have let her imagination run wild just now.

Great. She had completely screwed herself over.

But thinking about it carefully, it was not entirely unacceptable.

Her gender had changed, but she was beautiful.

Her race had changed, but she was powerful.

Born from humanity's fear of death, she possessed the authority and ability to govern the deaths of all things.

As long as she grew a little, she would absolutely reach the level of a powerful Special-Grade Curse.

She could not necessarily do whatever she wanted by then.

But at the very least, living without worries about food and clothing would not be a problem.

From that perspective, this was unquestionably a huge win!

Just as the newborn Death Curse Spirit fantasized about her wonderful future—

A curious voice came from behind her. "Are you the newly born Special-Grade Curse?"

"You look... pretty good!"

Hearing that, she turned around and looked at the newcomer.

In that instant, cold sweat poured down her back.

Satoru Gojo? Why was it Satoru Gojo?

Why was he here?

Was this even right?

For cursed spirits, encountering Satoru Gojo was no different from sorcerers encountering Ryomen Sukuna.

And what was even worse—

She, the mighty Death Curse Spirit, an existence destined to stand at the pinnacle—

Had just spawned and had not even left the fountain—

When this super boss blocked her at the door.

So, was her newborn self supposed to fight Satoru Gojo?

Could she win?

After a brief moment of thought—

The newborn Death Curse Spirit, Ronawa, decisively gave up on the idea of fighting head-on.

She obediently raised the white flag.

"Um, if I said I'm not a cursed spirit, would you believe me?"

Looking at Satoru Gojo and Megumi Fushiguro, Ronawa spoke timidly.

There was no way she could win in a fight. She could only try to see whether she could get by on cuteness.

Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo would not budge.

"You don't think that just because I'm wearing a blindfold, I'm blind, do you?"

"Miss Cursed Spirit, the cursed aura around you is so dense that it's already spilling out."

"And I can sense an intense threat from you. I have a feeling that once you grow up, you'll become capable of killing me."

"So tell me, should I nip you in the bud right here?"

Satoru Gojo's reasoning was logical and convincing.

Putting herself in his shoes, Ronawa would not have let herself go either.

She was screwed. No matter how she looked at it, there was no saving this.

"Then come on."

"I might not lose, you know!"

Ronawa decided to go for broke. Fighting to the death was only so she could die with a little more dignity.

However, the outcome was beyond Ronawa's expectations.

Satoru Gojo ultimately gave up on attacking her.

It was hard to say what mindset had led Satoru Gojo to make that decision.

But most likely, his nature had acted up again, and he wanted to mess around.

"What kind of cursed spirit are you again?"

On the rooftop of a high-rise building, Satoru Gojo asked Ronawa.

He was genuinely curious about her.

She had made him feel threatened the moment she was born. This cursed spirit had quite the background.

After thinking for a moment, Ronawa did not hide it. "I was born from humanity's fear of death."

"You could say I'm the Death Curse Spirit."

Hearing that explanation, even Satoru Gojo's mouth twitched.

The Death Curse Spirit?

Could such an abstract concept actually give birth to a cursed spirit?

But after thinking about it, it made sense.

After all, fear of death was humanity's ultimate fear, one that had persisted for countless years and always ranked first.

Otherwise, there would not be so many people trying to achieve immortality.

Such powerful fearful emotions had long fulfilled the conditions necessary for a cursed spirit to be born.

He just had not expected the Death Curse Spirit to look like this after being born.

Shaking his head, Satoru Gojo asked the crucial question. "Then, Miss Death Curse Spirit, answer me honestly."

"What do you plan to do next?"

"Bring large-scale death to humanity, or personally create death yourself?"

This was the most important question. It directly determined whether Satoru Gojo needed to eliminate Ronawa in advance.

If Ronawa showed even the slightest desire to slaughter indiscriminately—

Satoru Gojo would let her experience what a fist the size of a sandbag felt like.

Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo's probing only earned him a look from Ronawa as though he were an idiot.

The look nearly broke his composure, and Satoru Gojo could not help saying, "What kind of look is that? Is there something wrong with my question?"

"Of course there is. Do I need to personally create death?"

"How many people do you humans die every day? Do I really need to tell you?"

"And if I had to witness every death, wouldn't that be exhausting?"

As she spoke, Ronawa's expression turned serious. She looked earnestly at Satoru Gojo and said, "You should know that there is a balance between life and death."

"I have no intention of disrupting that balance. On the contrary, I will protect it."

"Like those who recklessly cause massive deaths, and those who stubbornly refuse to die."

"They are my enemies!"

As a cursed spirit born from the embodiment of the concept of death—

Ronawa's condition for growth was witnessing death.

But that was the ordinary method of growth, and it was far too slow.

If she truly wanted to grow quickly—

She needed to hunt down those who disrupted the balance between life and death.

Such as those who recklessly caused immense casualties, and those who stubbornly refused to die.

Only then could she rapidly become stronger.