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

Chapter 169: Broken Tenshoku

After a "calm" and "harmonious" exchange, as a mature and stable adult, I decided not to argue with Gojo Satoru.

However, during the fight just now, I accidentally discovered the third form of Yumenjiang.

Gojo Satoru and I can leave the prison at the same time.

The only difference is that I can stand in the room with my hands and feet freely and move around, but he can only half-kneel on the ground, locked firmly, unable to leave.

At the same time, I found that in this situation, I could walk out of the range of four meters.

"You should be thankful that I discovered this use after I beat you." I half-bent over, poked his face, and said, "Otherwise you would be in trouble."

"Hiss..." Gojo Satoru pulled the corner of his mouth, puffed up his cheeks that were pinched red by me, and accused, "Wasn't the beating you just gave me bad enough?"

"How can you vent your anger if you don't fight enough?" I said righteously.

The alarm clock on the wall slowly ticked to six o'clock. I exclaimed, "Wow, it's only six o'clock. It's really early."

When I'm not working, I sleep until the afternoon. Even when I'm working, I don't get up until 7:30.

"It seems that time in the prison gate is much slower than outside."

I felt like I had a very long sleep, like ten hours.

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru analyzed, "Although the time inside doesn't pass, from a physical sense, the time inside and outside is about 2:1?"

Maybe I'm a otaku at heart. The first second I heard about this, I thought, wouldn't this give me more time to watch anime and play games?

"You must be tired kneeling like this." I glanced at Gojo Satoru, walked to the living room and brought a sofa chair over, "Here, sit here."

"Ah." Gojo Satoru sat down and sighed, "I didn't expect that he could still run out and take a walk."

“Can you please stop making it sound like you’re in jail?” I complained and turned to the kitchen.

The refrigerator is actually full.

Most of them are desserts, with some fruits and vegetables in the middle and lower layers, and frozen meat, seafood, bacon and the like at the bottom layer.

Maybe someone comes to change it regularly.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked Gojo Satoru after stretching.

"Eh...Ask me?" Gojo Satoru thought, "Then Kiku..."

"Don't say Kikufuku." I glared at him.

"Ah, cake then."

"Don't talk about desserts!" I said angrily. "It's early in the morning, eat something that's good for your stomach, and you can have dessert in the afternoon."

"Ah..." Gojo Satoru looked a little regretful, "Then I don't know what to eat."

"In that case, a simple bacon and egg sandwich will do." I took out a few eggs from the refrigerator expressionlessly. "It takes too long to cook porridge and noodles."

"After frying it, I will send it to the prison gate for you." As I said this, I was about to turn my wrist.

"Eh..." Gojo Satoru stretched out his tone, "Shall we have breakfast in a place full of skulls? I'll lose my appetite like this."

"........Gojo Satoru is such a troublemaker." I was almost breaking the handle of the spatula with my hand.

He still stared at me pitifully.

"............" I was silent for a while, then said, "I'll feed you this time, next time you have to go back to the prison gate and eat by yourself."

"Great!" Gojo Satoru instantly became excited, "Thank you Kiri-chan, you're so nice."

“Hehehe…” I handed the sandwich to his mouth and said, “If you knew I was a good person, you would have deleted the photo immediately.”

"No."

I stuffed the whole sandwich into his mouth.

*

After finishing breakfast, Gojo Satoru and I thought about how to unlock the prison gate.

"Will that black rope still be usable?" I asked.

Gojo Satoru raised his head and thought for a moment, then said firmly, "It's absolutely impossible. It can't be destroyed any further."

The Death Migration has not been activated, so Lai Qihua cannot appear.

"It seems that I can only rely on Amagaki Hoko." I muttered to myself, "I wonder if Fushiguro Shinobu might know some clues."

"Oh, right." I looked at Gojo Satoru, "After killing Fushiguro Shinobu, where did you throw that thing?"

"That one." Gojo Satoru shrugged, "I threw it upstairs."

"......Huh?" I pointed to the attic on the second floor and asked, "This upstairs?"

"You just threw something so important here?"

“Don’t underestimate this attic.” Gojo Satoru said, “It’s set up so that only Gojo Satoru can enter!”

"There's absolutely no way a thief could get in here!"

"Okay, okay." I replied perfunctorily, "You're the best, okay?"

As I said that, I took him into the prison gate and walked up the stairs one step at a time.

Gojo Satoru was right, he did set up a tent here.

But since he and I were considered the same person, I just touched the barrier lightly with my hand and walked in effortlessly.

The space here is larger and more chaotic than I imagined.

Six valuable solid wooden cabinets were neatly arranged in front of him, separated by grids, and filled with many strange-looking things.

On the wall hangs a one-meter by one-meter cork board covered with colorful stickers.

The words on the paper were written in a flamboyant, sloppy and concise style.

I pulled off one of them and it read: 16.09, Cursed Longbow, Level (Not very useful) Comment: It breaks very easily.

Another one: 16.04, Spider-Man Figure (Collector's Edition) Comment: I like it very much

Another photo: 17.12, chocolate-filled candy (discontinued) Comment: What a pity...

I put the papers back with a grimace on my face.

"Eh? You don't want to continue reading?" Gojo Satoru asked me, "These are all my treasures."

Are you some kind of Western dragon with a weird collecting hobby?

"There are probably dozens of stickers here." I glanced at the pile of stickers and said, "How long will it take me to finish looking at this!"

Moreover, his handwriting is so sloppy that reading it feels like a torture to the eyes.

"How old are you?" I remembered Jay's complaint and complained, "Why are you still using secret fonts? If others really want to understand, they can still do it!"

"Humph." Gojo Satoru said, "I don't care. I just want to play."

I:"........."

"Anyway, just look for it on the shelf," I said. "It should be easy to find with Six Eyes."

The order of Gojo Satoru's shelves is from left to right, seemingly arranged according to their importance to him.

Given his unconventional way of thinking, the first row on the far left actually contains more expensive items.

First and second level spell tools, hand-made watches, jewellery emitting tiny rays of light, as well as some coins and stamps, were piled together, demonstrating the owner's indifference.

The second and third rows contain items such as music discs, books, and magazines.

Some of the books looked normal, but others... well, didn't look like something he would read.

"Wow." I pulled out a book called "Things to Note When Aliens Invade the Earth" and asked, "What are you reading?"

Gojo Satoru: “…If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have had any impression of this book.”

"It seems that Gaozi and Jie were making a bet about something, and he bought it back." He paused for two seconds, as if recalling, and then said, "Later, he didn't take it away."

“…I see…” I stuffed the book back in silence.

Even though this Jay is not the one I know, I still feel sad when I mention him.

"Keep going inside."

When I walked to about the fourth row, I finally saw the broken version of Amasakaboko placed in the corner.

It looks exactly like the one I saw next to Fushiguro Shiji.

They were all badly damaged and showed no signs of being usable.

I opened the glass door and took out Amasakaboko.

"This is all I can rely on." I sighed, "I hope you can use it."