Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 294: 2 Sukuna's Mental Space

Dark clouds covered the sky, shrouding the moon with thick and sinister grimness.

The wind whistled in my ears, blowing past at a very high speed, making a shrill scream.

In the distance, the branches of the woods were swaying, the leaves were turning yellow and withering, and thorns were growing wildly.

The gray-green bird rested on a brown-black branch. After resting, it lightly flapped its claws and flew up again, hovering around the treetops.

An ant crawled over the tree root, carrying food that it had found from nowhere, and walked into the grass in an orderly manner. An ice-blue butterfly flew out from the thick green grass leaves, its wings covered with shiny patterns, reflecting the brilliant light under the reflection of the street lamp.

Flying to a nearby small river, a black koi was swimming downstream, its black scales reflected in the sparkling water, its tail raised up to splash water, and it was spitting out bubbles freely.

Falling violently from a great height, I opened my eyes slightly and saw a pair of blue eyes running towards me from above.

The wild wind blew his white hair, and Gojo Satoru stretched out a hand, as if trying to grab me.

"Hello!" His words floated in the air, echoing.

The environment around me changed in an instant, dragging me into another space.

The huge bone, about four or five meters high, extended endlessly into the distance with no end in sight.

Black and red flames were swirling around, and corpses were piled up into a mountain, as if they had been roasted, and were black and sticky, standing in front of the person like coke.

There is still water under your feet, but from a distance it looks smooth and translucent, like a thousand-mile frozen lake of blood.

The wind was cold and the white fog was spreading eerily, exuding a chilly air.

A sheep's head suddenly fell from the top and rushed towards me with lightning speed, with its sharp horns pointing directly at my heart.

I took it expressionlessly, and gently squeezed it with my fingers. The powder fell off and scattered on the ground, causing ripples.

"Very good." An arrogant voice suddenly came from the leader, "How dare you impersonate me? You are quite courageous."

Turning around, I saw Ryoumen Sukuna half lying and half sitting on the huge hand bone, looking down at me condescendingly.

"Don't look up."

Does this guy have an obsession with looking up?

He always says the same thing every time we meet. Even if he's not annoyed, I'd be annoyed too.

I raised my head higher and said unhappily, "It's none of your business."

"Fake, you are very good at..."

"You have no right to call me that." I looked around and said back bluntly, "You are using someone else's face to make sarcastic remarks."

With pink hair, 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a women's robe, he thought he was not that good.

"How did you get me in here?" I asked. "Let me out."

"Hmph." He half-closed his eyes and said leisurely, "Kneel down and kowtow to me three times. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you go."

"Oh."

"You agreed?"

"Promise your grandfather and his whole family." I pulled out a sharp piece of cow bone from the pile of corpses, rushed to him, and said angrily, "You think I want to look like you."

I had almost forgotten the logic behind any move, and I didn't even think about how to defeat Ryomen Sukuna. I just did whatever felt right to me, and my punches were completely random.

He leaned back to avoid the attack and kicked his stomach hard with his left leg. I simply punched him on the temple. Blood gushed out and I flew out along with his force.

Quickly get up and continue to face him in a fighting stance.

"Tsk, you woman are really looking for death."

This was like some kind of mental switch. I took two steps back, then launched an even more violent attack, shouting at him even more angrily, "Come on, kill me if you have the guts."

“Isn’t he some bullshit curse king? If you can’t kill him, you might as well kneel down and kowtow to me.”

Countless sharp blades came one after another, cutting through the air with a thrilling roar, and attacked him like snowflakes.

There were wounds of varying depths on the face, limbs, and body, but they were healed almost instantly by the reversal technique.

Under my continuous ridicule and attacks, Ryomen Sukuna seemed provoked.

"Very good." He stopped, touched his cheek, and showed a bloodthirsty smile, "You succeeded in irritating me."

"How funny! You think I'm afraid of you." I sneered sarcastically, and the complicated cursed power turned into slashes and continued to fly towards the opposite side, while Ryomen Sukuna also stretched out his hand and returned the same attack.

I fought him with a numb face.

I don’t know if it’s because I was in the realm of thought, but I actually didn’t feel any pain at all. When the blade cut through my flesh, I even felt a strange sense of relief.

It feels like I finally have a place to vent.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck your whole family."

"You think I care about your technique?"

"You really think I'm easy to bully!"

The shouts became louder and louder. I attacked regardless, but was kicked out again and again.

There was a hole in his chest. I lowered my head and just saw Ryoumen Sukuna retract his hand and wipe the blood on it without any scruples.

"Let me die as atonement for my sins," he said.

The reversal technique started to work spontaneously, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bullshit." I replied expressionlessly.

The meaning of dying to atone for my sin is that he can't kill me at all.

I have just calculated that if the amount of cursed energy in my body is converted into the number of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers, it would be about twelve.

Although he can't give full play to his strength after being dragged here, he only has one finger now, so he can't defeat me no matter what.

But in a sense, the sealed Ryoumen Sukuna is also an immortal being, so I can't kill him either.

But this does not affect the fight.

I have forgotten how many wounds appeared on my body and how quickly they were healed.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

With my hair disheveled on my chest, I leaned against a bone and gasped for breath, thick beads of blood and sweat dripping down my forehead. Of course, Ryomen Sukuna looked even more embarrassed than me.

His clothes were torn in several places and were almost stained red with blood.

I pulled out several clumps of her pink hair, and they all fell to the ground.

At the end of the fight, I pressed on his back and grabbed his hair, and even bit his shoulder without caring about my image. His sharp claws tightly gripped the back of my neck, and his pointed nails dug into the flesh.

This action lasted for about a few minutes. Perhaps because he felt that fighting like this was too uncool, Ryomen Sukuna suddenly let go and kicked me off the huge bone.

I rolled to the ground, my hair soaked in blood, and lay there motionless.

"You woman." Ryoumen Sukuna jumped in front of me and squatted down, pinching my cheeks and turning them, and asked in an exploratory manner, "You have the same face as that boy, but you can fully use my power. Who the hell are you?"

"Newly researched?"

"Humph." I sneered, "Who am I?"

Gritting my teeth, I turned over with all my strength and headbutted Ryoumen Sukuna directly on the head: "I am your aunt, who am I?"

"Tsk." He took two steps back and sat back on the pile of bones, as if he remembered something. "I really hate women like you."

"Thank you for your dislike." I stood up with a fake smile, "If I were liked by someone like you, I would be so disgusted that I wouldn't be able to sleep for three days and three nights."

"Boring." He glanced at me, closed his eyes and said, "Go away, I don't want to see your face anymore."