Pseudo-Grade 2?

Time flew by. Two days had passed since the finger was swallowed, and the day had come for everyone to leave.

Before they left, Itadori asked to visit his two upperclassmen.

That was no trouble, but one of his upperclassmen still hadn't woken up, so... he ultimately didn't tell them everything.

Yuji Itadori went to visit his two upperclassmen alone, while Long Xi stuck to his principle of never wasting a single day and kept streaming, taking advantage of the massive traffic magnet that was Satoru Gojo beside him.

After all, this was a world where looks ruled. His initial fan base had come for his face, too.

Now one handsome guy had become three, and once Itadori returned, there would be four.

Getting his wealthy homies to fork over some cash was perfectly fine. The only problem was that Satoru Gojo was rarely available to appear on camera with him.

After all, according to his character profile, he was a super workhorse who slept only two hours a day and spent practically every remaining hour going on missions.

Even making time to interact with Long Xi a little was already doing him a huge favor.

Better still, after learning that Long Xi didn't have much spending money, Satoru Gojo had successfully demonstrated the financial might of the Gojo Clan.

Granted, compared with Chinese yuan, the exchange rate for Japanese yen might have inflated the numbers just a tiny bit.

Still, he'd only ever seen that dense string of zeros in a bank account back in Chengdu.

He was at a loss over how to spend so much money, though. Across two lifetimes, this was the first time he'd ever received this much.

Aside from a few essential pieces of clothing, meals were practically the only things he could spend a little money on.

Beyond that, he really didn't know what to get himself...

He couldn't exactly take Satoru Gojo's money and buy himself a few cursed tools. That would be a little too shameless.

Sure, those things seemed useful early in the story, but once the later arcs turned into Domain Expansion Central...

They were about as useful as a border collie in an ordinary household. Put one in a family teaching themselves traditional Chinese medicine, and it might end up steamrolling the competition.

But among normal people, it really wasn't much use...

Even the strongest cursed tools weren't all that useful. If he could get himself some modernized Gundam cursed tools, that would be better.

Come to think of it, there really did seem to be someone in the jujutsu world capable of that.

Unfortunately, that guy had gotten chomp-chomp-chomped by a big dog. When faced with Mahito on the run, he hadn't turned his homemade Gundam into Unit-01, leaving it without its chomp-chomp-chomp function, so he went down.

Honestly, even commissioning something from him probably wouldn't produce anything worthwhile.

The plot hadn't reached that point yet, and the guy was still a wheelchair-bound character. Getting him to cobble together a Gundam would be about as difficult as having a crackpot author meet a crackpot reader who understood everything the author said.

Besides, you needed to be strong yourself before anything else. That principle was clearly very important in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

In fact, two days had already passed since the character's Culling Game instance had been unlocked.

Both he and his livestream viewers had clearly grown bloodthirsty, itching to charge right in and pull off a house-versus-elephant showdown.

But opening the Culling Game required a hundred thousand followers, so he still had to keep streaming...

A crisp, cool sea breeze brushed Long Xi's cheeks, but he didn't look relaxed in the slightest.

Instead, utterly unconcerned with his image, he sprawled spread-eagled across a park bench, his eyes fixed on the pale blue livestream window before him.

He chatted intermittently with the viewers still watching his solo stream, answering their questions.

[Streamer, when are you going to elbow Sukuna?]

"If you want me diced like a mango, keep dreaming."

[Streamer, want to do something you love? How about you take care of those sisters so Yuta Okkotsu can achieve pure love?!]

"Nice, nice. Here come the sexually repressed..."

[Streamer, I've figured out how you can clear this without taking damage! Just turn Yuta Okkotsu into Hannibal!]

[As long as Yuta Okkotsu eats the Six Eyes, he'll definitely be able to fight at two hundred percent! Add Satoru Gojo dying to that! A losing army is bound to grieve, a grieving army is bound to lose, and a losing army is bound to win! It'll be a huge win, no question!!]

"If you keep spamming Three Kingdoms memes in my chat, I'm piercing my eardrums..."

[Streamer, streamer... can we watch you take on all five in Sendai?]

"If I remember correctly, the tag on my profile says Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer, right?"

[What's wrong with Grade 2? The last Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer straight-up sliced Satoru Gojo apart! You've got to have ambition!]

"...A million people hunting me down isn't just a dream, huh? Besides, this is a cheerful, positive stream. If I actually went, he'd wreck my account in under ten seconds! (Meaning: I'd lose consciousness in under ten seconds.)"

Working on the principle that entertainment brought popularity and popularity made him stronger, Long Xi had pulled out every trick in the book during this time.

In doing so, he'd also demonstrated one extremely important rule of his livestream!

His stream could actually show blood without instantly getting taken down. Still, if he played porn in an internet café, the stream would get banned...

That counted as one of his biggest secrets. If he really got into fights with other people in the future and they performed some on-site life extension, his Mobile Fountain would be useless.

As for that Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer tag, it was the fruit of his constant streaming over the past few days!

[Name: Long Xi]

[Age: 17]

[Cursed energy: pseudo-Grade 2]

[Physical strength: national-level athlete]

[Cursed energy efficiency: pseudo-Special Grade]

[Cursed technique: Early Access! (LV.1)]

[Skill: Cursed Energy Manipulation (LV.2)]

[New cursed technique: Furious Flame Mound (LV.1)!]

[Overall assessment: a disgrace among Grade 2s, absolute talent, an inborn knack for outrageous stunts. What teaches you to face your enemies is...]

Judging by his stats alone, he didn't know Reverse Cursed Technique or how to use advanced skills, and his cursed technique was merely an ordinary ability without powerful stats or mechanics.

But it had only been eleven days. He'd already developed this far in just eleven days.

Give him thirty days, and even if he found that brain, getting her to put her hair up would be no problem at all!

Give him a month and a half, and he might even get Gojo to say, "I'm sorry I couldn't give Lord Long Xi a satisfying fight."

"...Hmm?"

For some reason, Satoru Gojo, who was also sprawled spread-eagled on another bench, seemed to sense inexplicable malice coming from his student.

This student of mine...

Why do I keep feeling there's something a little off about him...?