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Chapter 8: Corrupt Systems
She was ruthlessly drunk that night.

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"Can withstand Toge's curse, and will not feedback balancing damage to Toge."

Gojo Satoru poked the green salted edamame on the plate and said.

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In the dim room, the dim orange light illuminated the dolls all over the floor.

The dolls were quietly sitting in every corner of the room, their dark pupils seemed to be shining with gloomy colors, staring at the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged in front of them.

Yaga Masamichi sat quietly opposite Satoru, holding a cup of barley tea in his rough palms.

He stared at the rising heat of the barley tea, seemingly using the ethereal white mist to relieve the fatigue of his eyes.

Opposite him was the "best" student he had educated since he started his career in education, Gojo Satoru.

He didn't know if this person was moved by his great "teacher ethics" or for some other ulterior reason. After graduation, he resolutely chose to stay in school and pursue a career as a teacher.

Like 'of course, it's to cultivate reliable partners in the future', Yaga just listened to it and didn't take it too seriously.

Mainly because he felt that Satoru definitely had more than just such a simple thing in his mind. There were some things that the kid wouldn't say, but Yaga could still see the clues, but due to various reasons, he would not reveal them.

Compared with the momentum when he was a teenager, he now wanted to dig up the asphalt ground in Japan and re-pave it. Satoru could be said to be very restrained now.

However, he never stopped giving him this innate skill of causing trouble.

Such as now.

"Satoru, no matter what, if you illegally detain a minor, you will have to pay a criminal price."

Yaga pushed up his glasses, hesitantly looked at the well-dressed and relaxed Satoru, and spoke.

The world was not dominated by one person.

In particular, the existence of the jujutsu community had a very embarrassing position in Japan.

Like Satoru, who quietly skipped the law enforcement agencies and brought the person back today. If the girl woke up and made a fuss and went to the police to sue them, it would be another trouble.

"Hey, is that so?" Satoru held up his chin and smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

"So cautious, everyone."

"Those old bastards at the top shouted 'death penalty' and 'execution' every day they saw dissidents. I thought that the jujutsu world had already had an independent and complete set of criminal laws... that isn't the case?"

Yaga: "..."

Which pot were you talking about and which pot to open?!

This was not the same thing at all, okay?!

"Ahem."

Yaga coughed twice.

"In short, the girl should not stay here out of emotion and reason. She should be handed over to the police... but this girl has huge cursed energy. If some special incidents occur, ordinary police may not be able to deal with it."

Satoru asked, "Sensei, how do you think they should handle her?"

"..."

Heard this, Yaga scratched the back of his head in distress and frowned seriously.

"If possible, let's put the child in the police station first. I will ask my colleagues nearby to take care of her later."

"When did sensei become so afraid of the police station?" Satoru said dissatisfied.

"That kid is immune to the Cursed Speech, and it won't reflect damage. It's as magical as the 'teammates are immune to injury' in the game."

"To this extent, she is no longer an ordinary 'wild sorcerer'. Are you really not curious at all?"

*snap*

Satoru picked up an edamame with his fingertips and flicked it out.

An innocent doll sitting on the ground was brutally shot in the head in an instant, and the cotton brains flew out.

"Japan has a lot of strange people hidden among the crowd. Some people may never discover their talents in their lifetime. When we meet such people, do we have to bring them back one by one?"

Yaga shook his head.

"Why not?" Satoru asked confidently.

"Today's jujutsu world is already in an era of 'Twilight of the Gods'. The blood inheritance of the Big Three Sorcerer Families is gradually becoming thinner. Even the curse users have developed by themselves. What we need is the infusion of fresh blood."

Satoru's words were particularly clear in the dim room.

Yaga was silent for a while, and then retorted weakly.

"Satoru... but you have to know that not all talented people want to live such a fearful life."

"That's their business and I'll give them the choice."

The smile on Satoru's mouth disappeared and dropped slightly.

"Besides, sensei, you don't have to think so far ahead. The things in front of you are not that simple."

The man spoke again.

"..."

Yaga was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean by that?"

Satoru quietly piled the edamame beans he picked out into a small mountain with his fingertips.

"I doubt that girl."

"She is a foreigner."

*clatter*

Yaga's eyes widened suddenly, and he put the cup on the tray with a loud bang, making a harsh sound.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Yaga stared at Satoru with burning eyes.

"What's wrong?" Satoru's face returned to his smiling face.

"If your suspicion is correct!" Yaga gestured with his hands excitedly.

"This is not just a problem for the public security! This is about finding the national security and customs departments!"

Yaga was angry.

If Satoru's guess was accurate.

It would be okay if the child was an international student or migrant worker in Japan.

If she was trafficked or involved in a smuggling incident, it would be really troublesome!

"Don't think about it so seriously." Satoru was amused by Yaga's anxious look, and smiled and waved his hand.

"Are you sure of your suspicion now? This is no joke, Satoru." Yaga stared at Satoru seriously and said seriously.

"Well... 80% of it is certain. It's mainly due to the word order of her words and my strong intuition..."

Satoru touched his chin and murmured.

"..."

"Then... use your strong intuition to feel, which country is this child most likely to come from?"

Yaga was speechless for a moment, then chose to break the jar and do something to get out of this hopeless situation.

"Hmm..." Satoru thought seriously for a moment, and his eyes wrapped in blindfold gradually became sharper.

"..." Yaga held his breath and looked at Satoru without blinking. Unknowingly, he was really taken seriously.

"I think..." Satoru said calmly.

Yaga: "..."

"It should be Cambodia!"

The silver-haired teacher said while giving his thumbs up cheerfully.

Yaga: "..."

For heaven's sake.

Where did this Cambodia come from?

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China.

Tiantian was lying on the bed, wearing an eye masks on her eyes, and her body had basically entered a light sleep in the dim room.

Her chest was rising and falling regularly, and she was lying on her soft Simmons mattress with steady breathing.

There was a faint smell of Malatang in the room, and the indicator light was flashing on the sleeping computer case.

Everything looked the same as usual, just a normal night, a normal night to sleep late.

*drip*

In the room, the computer display on the desk lit up silently with a dim light.

[System prompt: This game will arrange a short "adaptation mode" time travel for players.]

"Ungh..."

Tiantian seemed to hear something in her sleep.

She frowned, scratched the back of her neck with her hands, turned over in the warm quilt, and continued to sleep soundly.

*drip*

[System prompt: In order to prevent Ms. Liu Tiantian from becoming extremely frightened when entering a strange environment and triggering unnecessary hysterical behavior.]

[System prompt: We will inject a large amount of magic intoxicating alcohol into Ms. Liu Tiantian's blood vessels to soothe your mood.]

"...!"

Tiantian's whole body suddenly became tense on the bed.

There was dense cold sweat on her fair forehead, her eyes were tightly closed, and there was a slight pain on her expression.

A pinprick suddenly appeared on her slender arm exposed outside the quilt.

A trace of blood flowed down the needle-sized wound to the lower part of the arm, soaking the sheets.

"Ah...!"

Tiantian let out a heavy breath, half-opened her sweaty eyelids, seemed to be widening her eyes in a daze, and reflexively covered her arms.

There was a heavy feeling in her chest, and she was already a little out of her mind.

What happened?

Tiantian thought vaguely.

Where am I?

This feeling, did I drink too much?

She lay on the bed, trying hard to hold herself up, but she had no strength.

*drip*

[System prompt: In order to protect your life safety, the skills that have been unlocked in the game are removed. This game will unlock the "cursed" skill for you in advance.]

Someone spoke in her ear.

But Tiantian felt very uncomfortable all over. The meal she had eaten for lunch turned upside down in her stomach under the influence of alcohol, and she soon couldn't hold it any longer.

"Uerghh—"

Tiantian painfully pulled the trash can beside the bed and sprayed a mouthful of vomit directly into the trash can.

The plastic bags in the trash can rustled.

At the same time, her brain and tonsils were in terrible pain, and her chest felt like a heavy hammer hammering away.

[System prompt: Since the system determines your talent, and the system determines your personality.]

[System prompt: Your cursed power system is — Cursed Words.]

[System prompt: Your conjuration warlock is, Half of the criminal law governs the world, "John Doe, the Outlaw".]

[System prompt: I hope you can pay attention to the law. At the same time, you can punish rapist and eliminate evil, punish those who break the law, and make those "John Doe" frightened by the news.]

"Ugh! F*ck... yuck!"

Her brain was so groggy that she couldn't judge the system's words at all.

Tiantian held the trash can and vomited until the sky was dark. Physiological tears flowed down the straight bridge of her nose and mixed with the filth in the trash can.

*drip*

The ruthless mechanical sound sounded.

[System prompt: Time travel begins.]

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Tiantian's cursed technique given by the system, "Cursed Words", actually the translation is the same with Toge's jutsu, "Cursed Speech",

But I have to use different names to differ their techniques, hence why I use "Cursed Words" instead


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