“Big gold isn’t that easy to take.”
Outside the subway station, Qing Bingke, who had been waiting all along, chewed bubble gum while watching the livestream of [Litang no Juexionghu].
As a player ranked around the thousandth place on the Deep Sea leaderboard, she had ample experience dealing with [Major Events].
First of all, big hauls usually had “escorts” around them—what players typically called dungeon bosses. The first batch of players who tried to seize the goods were all cannon fodder, referred to by Deep Sea players as “mice.”
Veteran players would wait until the first batch of greedy players had almost all died, then cut in when the timing was right.
As for why Qing Bingke was watching Chen Lai’s livestream… naturally, it was because she wanted to obtain more firsthand information from him.
No Deep Sea gold dredger would spend too much time on any one instance, and human memory was limited; no one could remember the information for every dungeon.
That was why firsthand intel was extremely important. At a glance, Chen Lai was clearly a player with a deep understanding of the [Shibuya Incident] instance. Though she didn’t know why such a veteran player wasn’t on the Deep Sea leaderboard, that didn’t stop Qing Bingke from acknowledging Chen Lai’s ability.
Now, she was waiting—waiting for Chen Lai to reveal more information, waiting for Chen Lai to make his move. When that time came, all she had to do was copy his homework.
……
On the top floor of the Shibuya Security Building, Chen Lai shook the blood from his hand and signaled for Juexionghu behind him to follow.
“Holy crap, this guy really is ruthless. Wiping them all out?”
“If he killed them, he killed them. That grandma and grandson didn’t look like good people at first glance. What, you like fine wine too—the older it gets, the richer it tastes?”
“That’s enough.”
The bullet comments in Juexionghu’s livestream had decreased somewhat. That was because everyone with enough money to scrape together combat preparations had already entered the instance. The only ones left were poor bros who couldn’t afford prep but still wanted to witness the Major Event.
Chen Lai paid no attention to what others thought. Right now, there were only two things in his mind: kill people, and seize the goods!
In the Shibuya Incident, there were only two key nodes in the entire Major Event. The first was Gojo Satoru being sealed, and the second was Fushiguro Megumi being attacked, causing him to use the Ten Shadows Technique to release Mahoraga.
The former, Chen Lai had no desire to interfere with. Saving Gojo Satoru brought Chen Lai no benefit. He had come to make money, not to save people.
The latter, however, held great potential. First was saving Fushiguro Megumi—this was his agreement with Fushiguro Toji. After that, he could use the opportunity to snatch the Sukuna fingers from Jogo’s hands!
No matter how bad Sukuna’s fingers were, they had to count as minor gold, right?
If he casually grabbed one, it should be enough to repay the original body’s debts.
Thinking of this, Chen Lai smiled. Standing at the edge of the rooftop, he spread his arms into the wind and let his body fall naturally.
“Wait, bro, is this how you go downstairs at home? Free fall?”
Juexionghu was dumbstruck. Even if you exchanged for Heavenly Restriction, you still couldn’t play around like this, right? This was the twenty-third floor. If you fell, you really would die!
Chen Lai paid none of that any mind. His body told him he could do this, so he did it!
He stretched out his arms, enjoying the freedom of a powerful physical body.
……
Like a bird spreading its wings in midair, Gojo Satoru had punched through the ground from the surface to the underground, then remained still before falling into the earth, quietly hovering in the air.
This was a derivative application of the [Limitless Technique], an inherited technique of the Gojo clan. Among player combat preparations, this one item alone was worth 500,000 yuan.
As for Gojo Satoru’s [Six Eyes], that thing did not exist in combat preparations. Two pairs of Six Eyes would absolutely never appear at the same time; creating a paradox was not something players could do.
Gojo Satoru had originally been lining up near the Shibuya crossing to buy dorayaki when he suddenly sensed the fluctuation of a [Curtain] underground, so he hurried over to investigate.
After all, the appearance of a [Curtain] was generally related to jujutsu sorcerers or cursed spirits, and the Tokyo Metropolitan area was all under Gojo Satoru’s jurisdiction. He had to ensure that there were no special-grade cursed spirits in this region threatening human society.
The moment he descended, he saw Jogo, Hanami, and Choso standing on the railway tracks, showing not the slightest fear that the subway would smash them into meat patties.
“You’re here, Gojo Satoru.”
Jogo’s single eyelid drooped as he greeted Gojo Satoru first.
“Mm-hmm, it’s you again, Jogo. You even brought companions this time. Very smart!”
Gojo Satoru spoke in an unserious tone. At this moment, he still didn’t take the three cursed spirits seriously. After all, he was…
the strongest.
The moment those words came out, the volcano atop Jogo’s head erupted at once. As a fire cursed spirit, he already had an irritable temper to begin with, and on top of that, Gojo Satoru’s words had humiliated him!
“Hanami, Choso!”
He called out his companions’ names, clasping his hands together as countless streams of magma tried to surge up from beneath the ground.
“Domain Amplification.”
Hanami was the first to release [Domain Amplification], using it to counter Gojo Satoru’s [Limitless Technique].
“Blood Manipulation.”
Choso lowered his head. Two drops of blood shot from his eyes, combining and transforming in midair into several blood arrows that flew straight toward Gojo Satoru.
And Gojo Satoru?
At this moment, he stood in the air. His blindfold had already been removed, but he still did not look directly at the three cursed spirits. Instead, he gazed upward, as if thinking about something unknown.
Only when the blood arrows shot right up to him, and the magma controlled by Jogo was about to erupt from the surface and harm the humans beside the platform, did Gojo Satoru finally move.
He landed and placed his hand over the scalding magma. Looking closely, one would discover that no matter how the magma surged, it could never touch Gojo Satoru’s skin.
This was the combination of the [Limitless Technique] and the [Six Eyes]: stagnation plus penetration, creating repulsion!
In the next second, the magma was forcibly pressed back underground by his hand, while the blood arrows were easily dissolved by the stagnant force surrounding his body.
A few drops of magma spurted from the top of Jogo’s head. No matter how many times he saw it, when facing Gojo Satoru, he truly felt powerless.
How could there be someone this strong in the world? Just what was it that he lacked?
“Hanami!” Jogo urgently called out to his companion, while also releasing Domain Amplification himself.
“Mm!” Hanami, with two wooden horns on his head, responded. He, too, felt Gojo Satoru’s pressure.
Two immense surges of cursed energy spread out through the narrow railway tracks, used to resist Gojo Satoru’s technique.
As for this, Gojo Satoru simply didn’t care. Supported by the Six Eyes and the Limitless Technique, his cursed energy could be called infinite. As long as he wanted, no matter how many cursed spirits came, they would all die!
Choso’s gloomy eyes swept toward both sides of the platform, and he once again released Blood Manipulation. Only this time, his targets were the ordinary people on the platform.
After Choso’s reminder, Jogo and Hanami also reacted. What they needed to do had never been to defeat Gojo Satoru, but to hold him back, creating an opportunity for Geto Suguru to seal him!
These humans would be the best helpers for stalling time!
Blood arrows shot forth, molten lava poured backward, and the humans inside the subway station screamed as they fled, yet could not escape death.
Gojo Satoru’s expression did not change, but his Six Eyes finally shifted onto the three special-grade cursed spirits.
“You guys really are…”
Before his words finished, Gojo Satoru teleported behind Jogo, his long, tension-filled leg raising high.