So Bossy, Wow

After a brief pause, Jogo raised his arm, offering it boldly: “Sure thing, how do you wanna bite?”

Thinking to himself, it’s just one bite—what’s the big deal?

A tiny nibble? He’d heal before Nidie even finished chomping.

Spoiled him!

A few extra bites wouldn’t hurt either!

At the same time, he mumbled internally—maybe Nidie’s technique needed blood or something as a trigger?

That’d be cool.

Jogo was hyped to see what it’d do.

Gotta be super flashy, right?

Was his Coffin of the Iron Mountain cooler, or would Nidie’s top it?

With Jogo taking the lead, the other three Cursed Spirits jumped in, practically fighting over who’d get bitten first.

Herd mentality at its finest.

They were so easy to fool, Lin Ge almost felt bad.

…He’d savor every bite!

Food’s right at his mouth—not eating would be dumb!

Lin Ge fake-thanked everyone, then leaned down, bending smoothly to lightly bite Mahito’s left wrist, the closest spot.

A sweet blueberry-yam flavor burst in his mouth.

The blood, the moment it hit his tongue, turned into countless purer streams, greedily siphoning Mahito’s dense cursed energy. Lin Ge felt something in him filling up, weird info etching into his brain.

He could even sense Mahito’s technique—Idle Transfiguration—its exact effects and how to use it.

Whoa, so badass.

Changing a soul’s shape to directly mess with the body and mind in reality… that’s wild.

How were all these Cursed Spirits such concept gods?

If he ate enough, could he pull off a few tricks too?

My cheat code, you’ve finally arrived!

Eyes sparkling, Lin Ge chowed down harder, taking a few more gulps.

The more he ate, the more his hair tips tinged with Mahito’s pale blue, his aura syncing up too. Anyone would peg him as a Cursed Spirit without a second thought.

—

The moment his skin broke, Mahito flinched.

So itchy…

He thought.

Nidie’s biting style was weird.

Like a bug sting.

Might as well take a big chomp.

Even if his head got bitten off, he’d bounce back instantly.

As long as his soul was fine, he could regen even if diced into mincemeat.

With that mindset, Mahito regretted it the next second.

He felt his stored cursed energy gushing out through the tiny wrist wound, nearly draining him dry.

O.o!

More… more than losing his head would cost!

If his leftover logic wasn’t holding him back, Mahito swore he’d stop this feeding frenzy right there.

As his cursed energy got devoured, his already pale skin turned sickly, his vision doubling.

Mahito: “…”

Mahito stumbled, feeling hollowed out.

Nidie’s technique activation conditions were harsh.

Idle Trans…

A near-death panic made him raise his other hand, instinctively wanting to attack the culprit.

But…

This was a comrade.

Mahito lowered his hand.

But he’s eating me…

Two thoughts tangled in Mahito’s head, driving him nuts.

Luckily, Lin Ge stopped just before Mahito lost it.

To the victim, it felt like half a century, but it was only three seconds.

Seeing Mahito looking wilted, Jogo smacked him, scolding: “Why’re you so weak?”

Just a nibble, barely any blood sucked, and Mahito was acting like this?

And here Jogo thought Mahito had potential!

Mahito shot Jogo a tired glance.

…What do you know?

He flopped face-down, playing dead.

Jogo: “?”

He stared at his hand, stunned.

Faking a fall?

Youth’s great—out like a light!

He didn’t dwell long, ‘cause he was next.

Jogo suddenly felt a chill.

—

One by one, Lin Ge bit the four Special Grade Cursed Spirits on their hands.

At first, he misjudged the amount—Mahito got so drained he collapsed, still face-down, unable to stand.

Worried it’d raise suspicion and backfire with a group beatdown, Lin Ge held back on the next three, only taking two-thirds.

Jogo was even more convinced Nidie was crazy strong.

That “tiny bite” left their cursed energy reserves hanging by a thread, most of it gone.

No clue how it worked.

Dagon couldn’t even hold his domain—blue skies and seas flickered like a lagging game.

In this state, fighting was out of the question.

Jogo hesitated, glancing at Lin Ge, unsure how to say it.

Right now… they might be dead weight.

Could they mess up Nidie’s fighting vibe?

If that tipped the battle, he’d feel awful.

Plus, a big AoE attack might accidentally hit them!

They’d die!

Dying like that would be pathetic!

But Nidie was super understanding, saying gently: “You guys go first. I’ll deal with those two humans and meet up with you.”

Jogo’s head snapped up: “!”

Exactly what he wanted.

Was this… chemistry?

In just over an hour, they’d built chemistry!

Wish we’d met sooner! Way sooner!!

Jogo didn’t waste words, signaling Hanami to hoist the grounded Mahito.

Before leaving, he gave Lin Ge a deep, reluctant look: “Alright.”

Cursed Spirits could sense each other—he wasn’t worried Nidie would get lost.

Yup…

This was the bond he’d always chased, the tie between comrades.

Just a shame…

A shame he wouldn’t see how epic Nidie’s domain and technique were.

Next time, for sure.

Plenty of Jujutsu Sorcerers out there, tons of chances.

Lin Ge tugged his lip: “I’ll handle it.”

Later, he’d team up with Strawberry Shortcake, and they’d blast them one by one with atomic breath.

He was gonna duo with Strawberry Shortcake for a sweet chase~

Fighting side-by-side was the ultimate goodwill booster!

With the Cursed Spirits debuffed to weak, it’d save a ton of hassle.

But just as they were about to leave, Mahito, slung over Hanami’s shoulder, sprang to life.

He stretched out an arm, grabbing Lin Ge’s hair: “Nidie…”

Lifting his head, Mahito looked all wronged.

“Why’d you eat so much of me?”

Can’t even stand, carried like a sack by Hanami—so embarrassing.

Lin Ge winced from the tug.

…You’re still awake?

He blurted: “’Cause you’re the most special.”

Mahito: “…”

Mahito was instantly soothed.

He giggled twice, letting go of Lin Ge’s hair, head drooping, back to being a sack on Hanami’s shoulder.

The most special…

More special than Jogo, Hanami, or Dagon!

—

After tricking the four Special Grade Cursed Spirits into leaving, Lin Ge sighed in relief, patting his stomach.

Still flat.

Weird—he’d chowed down on four Special Grade Cursed Spirits’ energy.

Jogo was the strongest; eating him made Lin Ge feel hot all over, like he had a fever.

Lin Ge touched his face.

Toasty.

With Dagon’s domain gone, Lin Ge took a step forward, calming himself, then waved at the white-haired sorcerer ahead: “Satoru!”

But Gojo Satoru didn’t reply or turn around.

Back to him, standing tall and still like a frozen tree.

Pushing down his confusion, Lin Ge shuffled closer.

Why’s he ignoring me?

He sniffed.

…Was that a bitter scent coming off Strawberry Shortcake?

Not sweet anymore.

Was he… sad?

Sad?

For who?

With that question, Lin Ge got closer and saw the Curse User was already lifeless.

He clicked his tongue.

Wow, total domination.

Gojo Satoru had taken off his jacket, draping it over the black-haired Curse User’s face, now soaked in crimson blood.

Next to his feet was a pile of pinkish-white goo.

Once Lin Ge realized what it was, he looked away, grossed out.

Brain goo?

Flattened brain goo.

Yuck.

Strawberry Shortcake’s fighting style was literally scorched earth.

So cool!

But… should he act scared now, all delicate and clingy?

Maybe throw himself into Strawberry Shortcake’s arms and whimper a bit?

…Kinda gross.

Nah, forget it.

Jogging a couple steps, Lin Ge put a hand on Gojo Satoru’s shoulder, concerned: “…You okay?”

—

The moment Dagon’s domain vanished, as the four Cursed Spirits’ presence faded, the one left behind stood out starkly.

Six Eyes relentlessly analyzed the lifeform behind, overloading his brain with data.

Cursed Spirit… a tricky type, higher-grade than that runaway volcano head.

But not that high.

Its aura was messy, constantly shifting.

A disguise talent?

Trying to fool Six Eyes’ analysis?

Whatever.

Gojo Satoru thought.

…Didn’t matter.

Take it down fast.

He was really annoyed right now.

Until…

“Satoru!”

His pupils snapped wide.

Lin Ge’s voice.

He…

No, a Cursed Spirit.

Six Eyes’ feedback said so.

The Cursed Spirit was messing with him.

Pathetic—thought cheap tricks like this could beat him?

Kinda clever, but not much.

Too bad, he hated this stuff right now.

These dark, ugly things, one after another… pulling these disgusting ploys.

Did toying with human emotions make them happy?

Yet his body felt rooted, not lifting a finger for ages.

He clung to a laughable hope.

…Maybe?

A menacing aura settled behind him.

Ha.

About to strike?

Gojo Satoru dropped his Limitless.

Waiting for the Cursed Spirit to show any attack intent, then he’d erase it.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

“You okay?”

Hearing that familiar concern, he spun around.

The moment he saw that face, a massive, lost-and-found joy enveloped him.

“…”

Before his brain could react, his body made the call.

He grabbed that arm, pulling the person into a tight hug.

If there was a mirror, Lin Ge bet he’d see his face red as a spicy lobster.

He’d just patted Strawberry Shortcake’s shoulder, and got yanked into a century-level embrace!

Oh my god, oh my god!

Was today his lucky day?

He took a deep sniff of Gojo Satoru’s scent, thinking paradise couldn’t top this.

A reward!

A first-class merit prize?

Given early?

Lin Ge felt he could morph into a bounty hunter right now!

Kill! Slash! Strike! Slay! Shred! Smite! Stab! Snap! Shatter! KILL!

But… they still had one issue—those low-HP Cursed Spirits waiting for Strawberry Shortcake to clean up.

With that, Lin Ge squirmed awkwardly, saying: “Um… the Cursed Spirits…”

Ugh, I’m so responsible!

He’d barely started when the arms around him tightened, like they wanted to meld him into the embrace.

Wrapped in warm breath, Lin Ge shut up: “!”

So shy!!

No more pretending!

Who needs responsibility?!

“Don’t talk,” he heard Strawberry Shortcake say.

“…Just a sec.”

His voice was low, firm, no arguing allowed.

—

Lin Ge: “…”

Like hearing heavenly music!

So, so bossy!

Freaking cool, I love it!

Fingers trembling, he debated hugging back.

Were they about to star in a waist-grabbing romance?!

But he worried one move might snap Strawberry Shortcake out of it, earning him a big slap.

With that, Lin Ge blissfully closed his eyes, not daring to budge.

If this was a dream, let it last a bit longer.

Even if Strawberry Shortcake smacked him later, he’d take it.

He deserved it!