Judging by that woman named Sato and her capabilities, that monkey would surely receive more money than ever before. That also meant the number of women purchased would be the highest in the village's history, and Cursed Spirits would keep forming as a result.
When that happened, all he needed to do was eat, eat, eat, then rapidly "digest." His Cursed Energy would keep increasing, and most importantly, those pieces would begin to "unlock" throughout the process.
The two discussed their plans for the future. With Aoki Akawa's help, he coated his teeth in Cursed Energy and successfully bit the Grade 4 Cursed Spirit to death, completing a "capture"...
The next day, unsurprisingly, Sato did not come. It made sense. With her status and position, how could she possibly stay in this tiny place for two days straight? Besides, as far as she knew, Igarashi Amaha was probably still on the verge of death.
The other piece of good news was that they clearly heard the roar of vehicles outside from inside the dungeon. It seemed the money had already been spent...
There were no vehicles with that kind of horsepower here...
After a day, Igarashi Amaha's injuries had healed, and the nails that had been torn off had mostly grown back. As for his Cursed Energy...
Drip! Drip!
The sound of dripping water rang out. Igarashi Amaha opened his eyes and appeared on the chessboard within his mind.
The surroundings were the same as always, surrounded on all sides by deep blue seawater. He sat beside the board. The only difference was the pieces on it.
Compared to before, when there had only been a single "general," there were now three additional pieces on the board: three "pawns," their characters carved in bold, forceful strokes!
However, they had not been placed on the board. Instead, they hovered above it, as though waiting for something.
Igarashi Amaha raised an eyebrow, picked up a piece, and set it down.
Click!
Hum! Ripples swept across the sea. Suddenly, a flood of information surged into his brain, giving him some information about his Cursed Technique!
Cursed Technique: "Way of Resentment, Free of Worry."
Unlock extension skills of the Cursed Technique through the "general's" captures.
The unlocking order was five "pawns," two "horses," two "cannons," two "chariots," two "elephants," and the final fortress, two "advisors"!
The abilities of the five "pawns" shared similarities but also differed. What they had in common was that they all granted Igarashi Amaha a moderate increase in Cursed Energy, strength, and resistance to blows.
The difference lay in the abilities they primarily enhanced. They represented the five human senses: sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. Their abilities were fairly mediocre.
Mediocre as they were, once all five "pawns" were unlocked, he would obtain the "body Shikigami," Crimson Owl!
Crimson Owl was said to be a Shikigami from the underworld, formed from violet-white flames. Once a contract was signed, he would dwell within the "general's" bones and assist him for life, granting him the ability to control violet-white flames!
This was also the only Shikigami in "Way of Resentment, Free of Worry." Clearly, the five "pawns" primarily strengthened the body and improved close-combat abilities.
As for the remaining pieces' abilities, those were still unknown. The information provided no answers. Presumably, he would have to unlock them one by one.
As for the ultimate attainment of a Jujutsu Sorcerer, Domain Expansion, that was still far too distant for him, so he set it aside for now.
After finishing his interpretation, Igarashi Amaha slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the abundant Cursed Energy within him, he could hardly contain his excitement. This Cursed Technique was powerful!
Igarashi Amaha had now unlocked three "pawns." By his estimate, as long as he could unlock Crimson Owl, his combat strength would soar. Then he could take Aoki and escape this hellhole, and make those monkeys who had lost all humanity pay the appropriate price.
With that thought, he grew even more eager to kill Cursed Spirits. He turned his gaze toward Aoki Akawa, who lay there motionless. "Hey, Aoki, how's it looking? Are there any Cursed Spirits nearby? Can you lure them over?"
"Come on, my little genius. You'll have to wait at least half a month for Cursed Spirits to be born. Don't rush. That woman probably won't come for the next few days, so just sit tight. We've already been here so long; another half month won't make a difference. Stop talking and save your strength." Lying there, Aoki Akawa waved a hand weakly.
For some reason, Igarashi Amaha felt that Aoki Akawa looked even thinner and frailer than before. Perhaps it was just his imagination. He had been imprisoned here for so many years without anything happening, so he surely had his own way of dealing with hunger. It just did not work particularly well. But don't worry, Aoki. I'll definitely get you out. That day will come soon! Igarashi Amaha thought.
Outside, at the home of Kitano Village's chief.
The village chief was wearing a black suit, making a shabby attempt at looking respectable. His appearance was rather comical, his obese body stretching the suit taut, his greasy, fat face turning somewhat pale from the constriction. He walked to the bed, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his clothes, exposing a bloody wound beneath. Spitting a glob of thick phlegm onto the floor, he cursed under his breath, "That slut Sato. I only looked at her a few times, and she fucking stabbed me. Bitch. She's just riding on her daddy's coattails. Don't let me catch you alone, or else... hehehehe." As he spoke, a deep excitement showed in his eyes.
"It should be about time. The merchandise should have exhausted their strength by now. Next, let me inspect the goods properly. Hehe."
After applying medicine, the village chief gently put his clothes back on, took two syringes from a drawer, and headed outside.
Inside the dim dungeon, only a few candles to the side provided a little light. The women nervously surveyed their surroundings, trying to find a way to escape.
Every one of them was a woman, around fifteen in total, and they all appeared to be under thirty.
A woman in a university student's uniform calmly analyzed everything before her.
"Where are we? Have we been kidnapped?"
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
"Help us! Can anyone hear us?"
"Is anyone there?"
Clang! The sound of an iron door opening rang out.
Everyone inside sprang to their feet at the sound. Standing up, they stared intently outside through the gaps in the iron cage, a gleam of hope appearing in their eyes.
"Hello, are you from the Metropolitan Police Department? We're here!"
"I'm here! I'm here! Save me first!"
"You bitch, why should they save you first?"
"Stop arguing. Whoever's coming... doesn't seem to be from the Metropolitan Police Department..." the girl in the university uniform said in a low voice.
At those words, the clamoring cries instantly fell silent. Everyone stared unblinkingly at the approaching figure.
"Oh my, did I just hear some little beauty mention the Metropolitan Police Department?"
The man gradually approached, and the firelight illuminated his features, bringing his ugly face into everyone's view.
He walked up to a girl and suddenly reached out, seizing her hair in a tight grip and dragging his face into the gap between the cage's bars. Baring a mouthful of yellow teeth, he sneered, "You were the one who mentioned the Metropolitan Police Department, weren't you? Hehe. Let me tell you, there's no Metropolitan Police Department here. There's only the village chief. And I am the village chief, the man who makes every rule in this village. You're pretty enough. If you keep me satisfied, I might even reward you with a few full meals. Hehe."
As he spoke, under the young girl's terrified gaze, he stuck out his tongue and licked her cheek like a pervert.
Please support me in any way you can. I'd be endlessly grateful.