In the distance between the elevator and the office, the path Satoru Gojo walked was marked by a trail of blood-red footprints.
A vivid, eye-stabbing red, shimmering with an eerie purple.
Cursed Spirit blood disappears after being extracted, but human blood does not have such an eerie color.
Suguru Geto looked on with an expression of uncertainty and shock. What kind of monster was this?
In the communication headset, the alarm beeped incessantly, looping the reports of the abnormal data.
Satoru Gojo's current body temperature is 38.5°C, respiratory rate is maintained at 35-50 breaths per minute, heart rate is 180-200 beats per minute, Cursed Technique manifestations are normal, total Cursed Energy capacity exceeds the critical threshold, all values have exceeded normal ranges, the cause of the abnormality is unknown, please note, calculating..
Warning, data volume too large, calculation process obstructed, warning..
Young Master," Merlin spoke up coldly again, "Please stay safe.
But Kobe Suzuo could no longer hear anything afterwards.
Satoru Gojo stood before the desk against the light, his figure casting a pitch-black shadow.
Amidst Kobe Suzuo's stunned expression, Satoru Gojo reached out to touch his cheek, his index and middle fingers pinching the earring and communication headset on his right ear.
With a slight application of force, he crushed those exquisite little components into powder.
Satoru Gojo's smile widened as his other hand covered Kobe Suzuo's face, in the next second, he hooked the side of the black-framed Smart Glasses, successfully destroying the circuit board.
In an instant, the piercing hum caused Kobe Suzuo's brain to go blank. He instinctively struggled to break away from Satoru Gojo, his eyes tightly shut as he endured that brief moment of sharp pain.
Satoru Gojo stepped onto the office desk, looking down at Kobe Suzuo, though his eyes did not focus on him.
The scorching palm relentlessly pursued the cool ear, squeezing it once more.
The other's large palm moved from the base of the ear to the cheek, kneading it playfully, the fingertips pressing down firmly as if to confirm something, leaving faint red marks on the pale cheek.
Kobe Suzuo frowned, as she opened her eyes, she met Satoru Gojo's gem-like blue eyes, which seemed to glow faintly.
Don't move.
Satoru Gojo uttered those two emotionless words, leaning forward slightly until the tips of their noses were almost touching.
“I..”
Kobe Suzuo slowly, slowly blinked her eyes, reached out to cover his mouth just as Satoru Gojo was about to speak again.
Wait a moment.
Kobe Suzuo grabbed Satoru Gojo's wrist and tilted her head toward the doorway.
Most of the muscles in his face were under Satoru Gojo's control, his voice was muffled as he spoke, "Wait just a little bit."
Satoru Gojo stared fixedly at Kobe Suzuo for two seconds before finally withdrawing his hands from his mischief.
He stepped down from the desk with a long stride, turned around, lifted Kobe Suzuo by the armpits. He sat down on the chair himself, placing the person across his lap with their back to him, holding him like a doll.
Kobe Suzuo felt waves of heat coming from behind him, mixed with a strange scent.
It felt like being attacked by a filthy little kitten that had been poked out of a trash can in the dead of winter.
Satoru! Mr. Suzuo! You guys..
Suguru Geto, who had been intimidated by Satoru Gojo's overwhelming presence upon entering the room, finally snapped out of it, but as he walked in, he hesitated in place, unsure of what to do.
Satoru Gojo's state was very strange.
It was as if his emotions had been stripped away, leaving nothing in his body but primal impulses—a pure, inhuman sense that was part wild beast, part deity.
Those already extraordinary eyes were exceptionally intense; when they looked over, they were like true inorganic matter, making one wonder if a fellow with such eyes could still be considered human.
And Kobe Suzuo.. Kobe Suzuo was equally abnormal.
Satoru Gojo had not exited his combat state, appearing like a madman wielding a Blade.
The moment he passed by Suguru Geto, Suguru Geto was nearly knocked over by the sheer density of the other's Cursed Energy.
Compared to this, the bloodstains smeared on Satoru Gojo's body, which were likely picked up from somewhere, were nothing at all.
But Kobe Suzuo just sat there, letting the clearly mindless Satoru Gojo toss him around.
His expression shifted from slight surprise at first to a gentle calm, without even the most basic defensive movement.
Suguru Geto stood there, conflicted for a few seconds, feeling like a high-wattage, ultra-bright lightbulb.
Um, Mr. Suzuo.
He tentatively asked the relatively normal person, "What happened to Satoru-kun?"
Kobe Suzuo tilted his head slightly to avoid the prickly head on his shoulder, answering as gracefully as possible, "It should be brain overload."
Unable to control the activation and deactivation of his Cursed Technique, the information read by the Six Eyes exceeded his brain's capacity; before learning the Reverse Cursed Technique, most of Satoru Gojo's fatigue and pain stemmed from this.
Kobe Suzuo's eyes darkened slightly, he gave Suguru Geto a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, there's a medical team waiting on standby here. Tomorrow, I'll personally approve a fake leave for Satoru."
Is that so.. Suguru Geto glanced at Satoru Gojo, who had buried his head in Kobe Suzuo's shoulder, revealing only a dirty cowlick.
That bastard classmate added a slow remark, "Geto is so chatty and annoying."
His mouth twitched, he couldn't help but look at Kobe Suzuo. "Don't always spoil him like that."
After Suguru Geto finished speaking, he waved his hand and truly left this time.
Silence returned to the office.
Kobe Suzuo waited for a moment, a thin layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back because of Satoru Gojo, he couldn't even imagine how hellish the smell of others would be.
He moved his shoulders and let out a soft cry, "Satoru?"
Satoru Gojo gave an answer, staring at Kobe Suzuo's jawline from the side as he reached out to touch it.
I used to think that Suzuo's jawline was so sharp it could slice through a palm.
Kobe Suzuo let out a low laugh, her cheek brushing against the top of Satoru Gojo's head. "Then is she even human?"
Satoru Gojo straightened up and said a joke with a straight face, "Eh, isn't Suzuo's race a domineering CEO?"
Kobe Suzuo explained seriously, "My race is human; only my profession and title are those of a domineering CEO."
Suzuo." Satoru Gojo grabbed Kobe Suzuo's right hand, interlocking their fingers, "There should be backups of the data in your room, right?
Of course there were; all important data had backups in Merlin's cloud database.
But before Kobe Suzuo could answer, the bright lights in the office flickered twice and plunged into darkness without warning.
Immediately after, Satoru Gojo seemed to mutter a simple word in his ear, perhaps a short incantation or something else, the atmosphere around them suddenly shifted violently.
The sound of the wind outside the window, the chirping of birds, the hum of electrical appliances all vanished, leaving only the sound of the two of them breathing and their heartbeats in their ears.
At the same time, Satoru Gojo reached out his hand again and covered Kobe Suzuo's eyes.
“Sometimes I wonder if Suzuo is an alien, or perhaps from another world altogether.”
Kobe Suzuo heard Satoru Gojo's voice: "After all, look, we are completely different."
Chapter 76 That Young Master
How did he find out? And how did he think of it?
Will saying this cause some unpredictable butterfly effect?
Will it affect the course of destiny? Is it a good thing? Or is it a bad thing?
But rather than thinking about these things, Kobe Suzuo felt a sudden sense of relief in this instant, then laughed heartily.
Trembling eyelashes lightly brushed Satoru Gojo's fingers, Kobe Suzuo thought:
Ah, he finally knew.
Satoru Gojo felt somewhat uncomfortable by the sensation, which felt like the fluttering of butterfly wings, but he still did not move his hand.
Blue eyes gazed at the flowing illusory scenery beside him.
Intuition, transmission, time, space, concept.
Information from the inner side of the world continued to extend and overlap; everything could be seen, everything could be perceived—except for that bug that did not belong to this world.
The moment the Domain was deployed, Cursed Energy, Cursed Techniques, Bindings—all things like protective shields—were peeled away layer by layer.
Inside, Kobe Suzuo was flickering like a loose lightbulb, or perhaps like a firefly in the night.
Satoru Gojo cannot see the form of a soul directly, but the Six Eyes can perceive its general state through the analysis of Cursed Energy.
Once it was realized that Kobe Suzuo's soul was unrelated to Cursed Energy, his uniqueness became conspicuous.
“Thinking about it now, Suzuo, you really are bold. You didn't hide anything from start to finish. Is it because you understand the laws that you have nothing to fear?”
Kobe Suzuo retorted, "Am I allowed to answer?"
He tilted his head back slightly, his cheeks pushed into a curve by his palms, a lingering smile hanging at the corners of his mouth, his neck still bore the traces of bloodstains from Satoru Gojo's cuffs.
Kobe Suzuo had not originally planned on seeing anyone tonight, was dressed simply in a pure white European-style vintage shirt with ribbon ties at the front and beautiful, neat lace cuffs.
But now, everything has already become a mess.
Yet he remained unhurried, his head tilted back as he was restrained by Satoru Gojo, looking inexplicably well-behaved, like a noble, clumsy young lady who had been kidnapped.
Satoru Gojo was overthinking today, in a momentary lapse of concentration, his thoughts drifted into some strange little corner of his mind.
He thought back to the time at the very beginning when he was obsessed with playing the "female protagonist," a period when Suguru Geto was so disgusted by his exaggerated "white lotus" acting that he refused to even comment on it.
Meanwhile, Nobara Iori rolled her eyes, her remark about "falling for an evil blonde's love-brain young lady" directed at someone unknown.
At that time, a luxury car was parked beneath the teaching building of Jujutsu High. The poised and composed Kobe Suzuo was meticulously styled down to the last strand of hair, leaving a trail of cool air-conditioned breeze and cologne as she passed by.
Of course, with such an overwhelming CEO aura, no one paid any attention to these small details.
Compared to the accidental spills—tripping every three steps and slipping every five, with coffee splashed around the CEO that could circle Tokyo three times—the rebellious piercings in Kobe Suzuo's ear cartilage seemed insignificant compared to such shocking audiovisual effects.
When did he discover those piercings?
“Satoru?”
The person beside him had not spoken for a long time. Kobe Suzuo reached out and covered the back of Satoru Gojo's hand, her slightly cold knuckles trembling from the heat of his body temperature.
His calm and steady voice finally carried a hint of tension.
“Satoru, if you feel uncomfortable, just stop, I..”