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Chapter 002: Who Even are You?

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Fuwa Yozora felt some sort of vibe that was straight-up cursed—stinky and deep—creeping closer.

They’d taken everything off her. Breaking out of these ropes would take time; could she even dodge whatever was slicing people up?

Yozora was low-key relieved they’d written her off as some basic chick and hadn't used wire to tie her up.

Three minutes. No... one minute!

Yozora bit her lip and started powering through the ropes. Another dude’s head just... disappeared, right in front of her.

Her heart was pounding. For the first time, she felt death was breathing down her neck. She was too used to being the judge of other people's lifespans, but she was totally blind when it came to her own.

*Don’t tell me I’m a zero too?*

She smelled a wretched stench, but for some reason, her goosebumps were going crazy.

Suddenly, a boy's voice, deep and exhausted, drifted over, totally unbothered.

"What a bummer. Wandering into such a busy spot..."

Yozora looked in the direction of the voice. There stood a boy with fox-like eyes and his hair in a messy man bun, raising his hand towards her.

The next second, the foul stinky vibe and that heavy feeling were totally gone. The only smells left in the warehouse were sea salt and blood.

Geto Suguru and Fuwa Yozora locked eyes.

From his perspective a moment ago, a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit had been about to unhinge its massive jaw at this girl.

*Oh right. A monkey. Can't see the curses.*

The room was dead silent. Geto Suguru tilted his head, processing the scene. Kidnapped girl and goons?

Seemed like a "mind your own business" situation to him.

But of course, there was that one NPC who didn't know how to act, popping out from behind a wooden crate and pointing a finger directly at Geto Suguru’s nose, screaming.

"How the hell did Sanyai-gumi track us? No way... you creepos installed a tracker *inside* this girl? Are you pervs?"

Geto Suguru scratched his eyebrow and sighed.

"What are you even yapping about?"

"Don't act dumb! Who else but Sanyai-gumi would show up to rescue this girl!"

"Uh... I'm literally just passing through..."

The greasy dude with the yellow teeth pulled out a gun—a majorly illegal weapon. He pointed it confidently at Geto Suguru, seeing only an unarmed teenager.

That last bit must’ve just been a lucky sneak attack!

Yozora saw the boy brushing some dust off his black uniform, looking totally disgusted.

She shouted out instinctually.

"Don't kill him! He's useful!"

Geto Suguru poked his head around, flashing Yozora a casual smile.

"Huh? Couldn't hear you over the noise."

The greasy guy was suddenly bound by something invisible, his hands and feet trapped. Then, his neck was snapped at an incredibly cursed angle. Silence.

It happened in the blink of an eye. This totally supernatural phenomenon made the rational, materialistic Fuwa Yozora feel a chill down her spine.

"Why did you have to kill him?"

Geto Suguru shrugged his shoulders.

"Just low-key pissed off when a monkey points a gun at me this late."

Perfect plan: wrecked. No more reason for a gang war.

They could even flip the script on them now, claiming the Sanyai-gumi murdered the core members of Hanaba-kai.

*Can I still chase down a few more?*

Geto Suguru was a bit shook to see the girl break out of her ropes. She grabbed a random piece of rusty pipe and headed for the open doors behind him.

In that moment, Geto Suguru thought, *This monkey is kind of interesting.*

Yozora stopped right beside him, took a deep breath, and glanced at the number over his head.

「3800」

*A short-timer? He’s still in a high school uniform, though.*

"Treat yourself to whatever you want to eat or drink. Don’t hold back."

Geto Suguru was stunned for a sec. Then, he couldn't help but chuckle. He found this monkey's way of talking low-key hilarious.

"Miss, are you delusional?"

"You don't exactly look like you’re living in reality either."

Fuwa Yozora breezed past Geto Suguru. The iron-rich scent in the air mixed with a super faint smell of rose petals, creating a vibe that was luxurious but bloody.

The dozens of cursed spirits lurking around the girl had stopped moving. They didn’t bother to slaughter this irrelevant monkey.

Something unreadable flashed in Geto Suguru’s dark gold eyes. He watched the girl’s slim figure disappear into the night.

Lone wolf, wearing some unknown high school uniform, like a dangerous beast about to go on the hunt.

*Whatever. No reason I absolutely have to kill her. Even if I already decided... I hate monkeys.*

In this normal-ass world, there are monsters that live to slaughter humans, called Cursed Spirits.

They are monsters born from the negative energy of ordinary people. Since regular humans have super low amounts of Cursed Energy, they can't weaponize it, so they end up birthing these things.

Geto Suguru was one of the few with enough energy to be considered a "Jujutsu Sorcerer." People like him don't produce curses; they can see them, and they can exorcise them.

Geto Suguru attends Jujutsu High, a school that trains sorcerers.

He used to believe, heart and soul, that he had to protect the weak. He worked so damn hard for that. He wasn't a natural genius; he worked his ass off to become a Special Grade Sorcerer, just like his bestie, Gojo Satoru.

Special Grade Sorcerer.

The absolute peak title for any sorcerer in the Jujutsu world. But after getting that recognition, Geto Suguru felt lost.

He thought being a god-tier gifted sorcerer meant he could keep doing this for ages, but a recent mission—the "Star Plasma Vessel" job—had totally wrecked his whole vibe.

Why do ordinary people act so reckless?

Why do they get to hurt Jujutsu sorcerers?

Why do ordinary people keep pumping out curses, while forcing sorcerers to risk their lives to fix this world?

It’s hilarious. And exhausting.

If the world had zero non-sorcerers, then a world with only sorcerers would produce no curses.

That was the world Geto Suguru was hoping for. He was starting to feel numb toward ordinary people—low-key even starting to hate them.

So when the girl pressed him on why he hadn't shown any mercy, he was totally blunt.

*Why would I?*

Just monkeys with no cursed energy. A truly perfect world doesn't need those things to exist.

Geto Suguru looked down at the black sphere in his hand. His technique was 「Cursed Spirit Manipulation」. He could control these horrifying creatures.

And the process to bind them with a contract was... swallowing this sphere, which tasted exactly like a puke-stained rag.

For years, to protect those weak-ass ordinary people, he’d swallowed hundreds, maybe thousands of them.

Geto Suguru opened his mouth and swallowed the pitch-black, disgusting object, feeling his body and soul rot from the inside out.

He could still hear the girl’s voice saying he wasn't living in reality, even telling him to eat and drink something.

Those light violet eyes, soft as lavender—how could they hold such a cold yet sorrowful gaze?

Geto Suguru thought he was low-key losing it. He was starting to be curious about how a monkey thinks.

Maybe this was like dancing on a tightrope over a cliff—a final sacrifice to the universe, to everything, to his own descending madness.

Yeah, that had to be it.

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