[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Later, when he was in his early twenties, he successfully constructed a realm - the Infinite Space.

It took another two years to completely consolidate it, and the general opinion in the family became "Master Wu has his own considerations for his marriage."

The younger generation of the Gojo family are all proud to be his personal guards.

He also recruited many non-family magicians, who were ostensibly "guests" recruited by the Gojo family, but were actually his own team.

He even established a close relationship with the Tokyo Jujutsu High School, whose principal, Masamichi Yaga, was also his teacher when he was young.

After he proposed the idea of ​​"the Gojo family investing in recruiting and training sorcerer talents from non-sorcerer families", they reached a consensus.

Ye Moth has lofty ideals and wants to have more power to hunt down cursed spirits and contribute to the safety of non-magicians.

Of course he agreed with this view, but he also had his own selfish motives.

I don't know since when, controlling the Gojo family and even the huge power of the curse world has become equated with finding the girl of my dreams.

Such unreasonable thoughts grew wildly like weeds, wreaking havoc in his heart.

Two years ago, Gojo Kazuma's old face finally became dejected and he lowered his head in front of him. He eventually became the actual ruler of the Gojo family.

The Gojo family was not a monolithic entity before. There were many spies and traitors from the main family or branches. After learning that he was looking for a girl with a small red mole on her back, they set up various traps for him.

There are endless beauty traps, but how can those superficial mortals know that what he is really looking for... is someone who can make his soul tremble.

Not those disappointing imitations and knockoffs.

One day, one day...

The black shadow of the palm flickered before his eyes, and Gojo Satoru knew that it was the girl in his dream again.

It had been many years since he last dreamed of her. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"How come you fell asleep in just a short while?"

Ieiri Naoko was wearing a white coat. She held three or four sheets of physical report data in one hand and pulled open the bed curtain with the other. "Are you too tired lately?"

Gojo Satoru woke up from his intoxicating dream and made an unhappy "tsk" sound at being disturbed.

He lazily lay on the bed in the infirmary and raised his eyelids: "It's not bad. Anyway, I don't have to be treated like an animal like before."

He was tall to begin with, and the single bed was a little narrow for him. He had no place to put his long legs, so he simply crossed them.

"It's just that I've recently started having dreams about...her again."

Ieiri Naoko's eyes quickly scanned his entire body like a large X-ray scanner, and then revealed an intriguing expression: "I can see that you are indeed very hungry."

Gojo Satoru's expression remained unchanged, but he pulled a thin blanket to cover his abdomen and raised his eyebrows: "This is morning sex, a normal physiological reaction of a healthy adult male."

"If you hadn't called me in early in the morning for a routine physical examination, my sweet dream would have lasted a little longer."

Ieiri Naoko rolled her eyes and threw a few report sheets onto the bed in annoyance: "I give up. It was you who said the day before yesterday that you started having 'that' dream again, and you insisted that I check you to see if there was anything wrong."

"Well, all your physical data are normal, but the human brain is the most complex area. Although the instruments and procedures can't detect it, I still suspect that you have paranoia."

Gojo Satoru expressed his dissatisfaction: "I funded a medical laboratory for you alone! How long has it been since your attitude changed to this?"

Ieiri Naoko said with a fake smile: "Whoever wants to do this research can do it. I really don't know where you got this theory from, using the body parts of cursed spirits to make curse tools...Brother, I am studying medicine, not weapons development!"

"I've already told you that the remains of a cursed spirit can't last long. I've already experimented with the dozen or so special-grade cursed spirits you brought back. Why are you insisting on confronting me?"

Seeing that he really made the man angry, Gojo Satoru shrugged and began to put out the fire: "Why are you so angry? If this direction doesn't work, try something else. I recently found out about the origin of the Huai family in runes."

"See if you can find someone who knows how to do this. It shouldn't be so unlucky that the whole clan will be wiped out, right?"

Ieiri Naoko was too lazy to say anything more, fearing that she would be asked to talk about the 'new project' again, so she waved her hand tiredly: "Let's go, this has nothing to do with my major."

"I need to rest more recently. My hairline is almost moving back!"

Gojo Satoru stayed in bed for a while, until his body calmed down, then he stood up and stretched, "Then I'll go back and take a nap first."

"By the way, did you see the news about the Black Gold Merchants' explosion on the Curse Master Forum?"

Ieiri Naoko had already sat back at her desk, and said perfunctorily without even raising her eyelids: "I heard about it, I heard about it."

Gojo Satoru pulled the messy hair on the back of his head and tightened the white bandage covering his eyes: "Hey, you have to be more careful. This is the second report of the theft of Ryoumen Sukuna's finger."

"It is said that one of the auction items, a finger of the Cursed King Ryoumen Sukuna, was taken away by someone during the chaos."

Ieiri Glass still showed little interest: "Oh, so what? What's wrong with someone trying to make a fortune? Are you interested in Sukuna's finger? I remember it was in the basement vault of the high school."

"It's kept in the forbidden vault together with some special cursed items like the Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo Diagram."

"Forget it, just stay in the rear and study medicine."

Gojo Satoru took out his cell phone and walked out. "By the way, you've quit smoking for two or three years, why haven't you quit yet? Be careful of premature aging."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was awarded an "international friendly gesture" from Naoko Ieiri with one hand.

"I made a bet with Jay that I would quit smoking before him."

Hearing the familiar name of his old friend, Gojo Satoru paused: "You contact him frequently?"

Jialiu Naoko raised her eyebrows without showing any sign of weakness: "Why, the Panxing Cult is not a terrorist force, can't I catch up with my old friend?"

"If I hadn't arrived in time, he would have almost massacred hundreds of people in the entire mountain village. You didn't say a word about this~"

"I just wanted to kill someone, but I didn't succeed. Can I still be sentenced?"

Ieiri Naoko sighed, "So that's why you were so resentful after he dropped out of technical high school and started his own business?"

"I say you are too petty. You had a fight and you haven't contacted each other for so many years? Do you still think you are children?"