Hao Flash!

"Heh heh!"

"Heh heh, hehehe!"

"Arrogant brat! You don't know your place!"

The narrow-eyed samurai laughed in fury, murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"Watch me tear that filthy mouth apart, then chop you into eight pieces!"

"Hey, take this seriously!"

Sensing the cursed energy rippling from the narrow-eyed samurai, Fushiguro frowned and warned, "This guy doesn't look like some punk you can casually handle. Don't let your guard down!"

"Pay him no mind. He's merely a talking corpse."

Jiahao still didn't spare the enraged samurai a proper glance. Raising his hands slightly, he explained to Fushiguro, "These two hands of mine are extraordinary."

"My left hand, still sealed, represents new life."

"My right hand, which I just unsealed, symbolizes death."

"Watch closely, little Fushi."

"This punch... is going to look awesome."

"Clang!"

The enraged samurai's swinging blade missed. As Jiahao tilted his head slightly to dodge it, his unbandaged right fist blasted through the air!

"Crackle!"

In that instant, space warped for a fraction of a second, and dazzling black-and-red lightning erupted!

Before the force of the punch even reached him, the samurai sensed death approaching, and his eyes flew wide open.

"Hao Flash!"

"BOOM!!"

As though he'd collided head-on with a speeding truck on the highway, the samurai flew into the air, spewing blood.

The vicious looks in the gang bosses' eyes instantly turned to bewilderment, then overflowing terror.

They hadn't even seen Jiahao's move clearly.

One second, the furious samurai had drawn his sword and charged forward. The next, he was putting on a blood fountain show in midair.

When everyone turned and saw the samurai's miserable condition, they sucked in sharp breaths!

After flying a dozen meters backward, the samurai was embedded in a tree trunk, folded into three sections, his fate unknown.

[Valor Points +4]

[Valor Points +6]

[Valor Points +7]

[Valor Points +111]

Watching Jiahao leisurely wrap the bandages back around his right hand, Fushiguro was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out.

There was no doubt about it. That punch had been a Hao... Black Flash!

A Black Flash was a spatial distortion that occurred when the time difference between the release of cursed energy and the impact of an attack was less than 0.000001 seconds.

Its destructive power multiplied, and the sorcerer entered a mysterious state akin to the "no-self realm."

No sorcerer could deliberately perform a Black Flash. Even Gojo couldn't unleash the move at will.

But the seemingly unserious Jiahao... this freak of nature who was about his age could actually use Black Flash whenever he wanted?!

This wasn't a fluke. Before attacking, Jiahao had told him to watch closely and learn.

This guy... is a monster!

After that single punch, the gang bosses who had been shouting earlier all turned into obedient little ATMs.

Without Jiahao even asking, the bosses voluntarily doubled their protection payments. They even sent someone to rush over the property deeds for the Villa District Jiahao had seized.

As for the narrow-eyed samurai... the bosses claimed they barely knew him.

Three days later, in the Villa District.

With wine-red hair, a black robe patterned with red clouds, and a Black Blindfold wrapped over his eyes, Jiahao murmured from his tycoon throne, "It's time."

There was a hint of urgency in Jiahao's voice. After all, he had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

When he first transmigrated, he had been too weak. Back then, he hadn't even dared show himself, fearing he might attract the attention of some powerful being.

He had spent a year alone in the Mortal World, acting like a tycoon to level up and waiting for the familiar plot to begin. Only once he could protect himself had the cautious tycoon transferred to Sendai.

He would use Itadori as his opening to enter Jujutsu Society.

Resting his chin on one hand atop his tycoon throne, Jiahao spoke wistfully. "How nostalgic. Those days of struggling in weakness a year ago."

"Back then, even fighting the lowest-grade, dim-witted cursed spirit filled me with passion. Now... in all the vast Mortal World, no one can withstand a single punch from this king."

Over the past year, he had lost count of how many Otherworld Castles he had dug out with his curling toes before he finally grew somewhat accustomed to getting stronger through public humiliation.

Now... he could tycoon his way through anything with effortless tycoon finesse.

At the foot of the steps, Fushiguro stood with his arms crossed, quietly watching Jiahao act like a tycoon.

After three days together, ordinary tycoon talk barely stirred any emotion in Fushiguro anymore.

"Done tycooning? It's time to leave."

Fuck, this kid adapted fast.

He won't let me squeeze even a single point of tycoon aura out of him!

Looking at Fushiguro's impassive face, Jiahao smacked his lips in displeasure.

"'Kay."

The two set off. A crowd of bald underlings lined the way to see them off, their eyes brimming with tears as they escorted Jiahao into the car sent by Jujutsu High.

"My king, please take care of yourself!"

"My king, we'll be waiting here in the Mortal World for your..."

Before Baldy A could say "return," his companions clamped their hands over his mouth and dragged him to the back of the crowd for a savage beating.

"You got fucking Stockholm syndrome? You actually want that walking disaster back?!"

Jiahao didn't watch the farce in the rearview mirror. He was busy arguing with his Tycoon System in his mind.

Jiahao probed, "I'm about to enter Tycoon Sorcerer Society. Aren't you going to give me something?"

The system replied coldly, "No. Not a chance."

Jiahao tried again. "I'm leaving the starter village and entering a whole new tycoon world, at least. How about issuing a few side quests for the new map?"

The system remained cold. "This system has one mission and one mission only. Please put your life on the line, host."

Sigh...

Jiahao shook his head and sighed.

The Tycoon System had been with him for a year, and it was still this inflexible.

Aside from the beginner gift pack reward he'd received when he first transmigrated-mastery of the Close-Combat Technique-

And aside from the rewards for accumulating specified amounts of Valor Points, the system had only one single mission.

He remembered hearing a voice the moment he transmigrated: "Ding-Host, please exorcise the King of Curses at his peak."

"Who, me?"

"You want Sukuna to fight me at my peak?"

Jiahao had been utterly fucking dumbfounded!

Back then, he hadn't even had time to open his beginner gift pack. He was still a frail student who couldn't hurt a fly.

Making him have a tycoon showdown with a beef-refusing psychopath like Sukuna would be like sending a buffalo to duel a blender-nothing but free minced meat!

It wasn't hard to imagine how panicked the tycoon had been.

But after a year of tycoon trials, relying on his considerable talent and diligent stat upgrades...

He could now be considered a qualified Tycoon Sorcerer.

[Host: Wang Jiahao]

[Cursed energy: Grade 1 Tycoon Sorcerer]

[Skills: Close-Combat Technique (Tycoon Master level), Weapon Proficiency (Grand Tycoon Master level)...]

[Cursed techniques: ■■■, ■■■...]

[Tycoon skills: Ultra Instinct Hao, Hao Flash...]

[Valor Points: 97]

He had originally squeezed out a little over a thousand points of tycoon aura, but knowing he was about to enter Tycoon Sorcerer Society and the high-tycoon era...

Jiahao hadn't been able to resist spending some to strengthen himself.

The so-called high-tycoon era meant that Tycoon Sorcerer Society was full of Tycoon Power Banks like Itadori and Fushiguro, who could let him charge up his tycoon aura at high speed.

The low-output Tycoon Power Banks among non-sorcerers no longer interested Jiahao.

P.S. Valor Points can purchase not only every existing cursed technique in this world, but also abilities from other worlds.

Valor Points can directly enhance the strength of Jiahao's cursed techniques, and even his Tycoon Sorcerer's cursed energy grade.