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Chapter 20: I am Gojo Satoru
Yumesaki spoke unhurriedly: "A Devil Fruit, that is the only way for you to fight against those monsters."
Hearing that, Asuna couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had initially thought Yumesaki possessed some spectacular piece of advice, but turned out it was only this?
She had gotten her hopes up for absolutely nothing.
Did he think she didn't know that Devil Fruits could fight monsters? She knew perfectly well; she even knew that most Devil Fruits dealt physical-type attacks, which weren't of much use against incorporeal monsters.
Fruits that could actually inflict damage on Evil Spirits, Cursed Spirits, and other monsters were exceptionally few and far between.
Among them, the Hollow-Hollow Fruit and the Soul-Soul Fruit yielded the best results.
Aside from those, there was the Revive-Revive Fruit, whose attacks carried the freezing chill of the underworld, which could also deliver a blow to Evil Spirits and Cursed Spirits. However, the catch with the Revive-Revive Fruit was that the user had to die once beforehand to activate its power.
She had already died once, and she absolutely did not wish to die a second time.
As for the Hollow-Hollow Fruit and the Soul-Soul Fruit, one had been eaten by Ghost Princess Perona, and the other had been consumed by Yonko Charlotte Linlin—both already had their respective owners.
Obtaining either of these two fruits was incredibly difficult.
"Who told you it was that difficult?" Yumesaki indicated that Asuna's analysis was correct, but she had overlooked one major premise.
"What premise?" Asuna asked out of curiosity.
"That is, you are vastly underestimating me."
Yumesaki informed Asuna proudly that since he entered the One Piece world, he had defeated the Yonko, kicked Imu aside, shattered the Holy Land Mary Geoise, wiped out the Celestial Dragons, and completely turned the entire One Piece world upside down.
He had even dragged Vegapunk to work overtime day and night, until they finally managed to fully master Paramecia and Zoan Devil Fruits, successfully achieving replication and mass production.
As for the Soul-Soul Fruit, he had as many of them as one could possibly desire.
"Huh?" Asuna was stunned, yet she didn't doubt Yumesaki's words. After all, the fact that Yamato of the Beast Pirates and Smoothie of the Big Mom Pirates followed him around and served him was a very concrete reality.
Furthermore, this man named Yumesaki could even resurrect the dead; this ability alone was enough to shock the entire world.
Overthrowing the World Government didn't seem like an impossible feat for him.
That's just how Transmigrators were, everyone understood the deal.
Besides, Asuna had never seen a Transmigrator in a light novel who didn't possess a cheat; if they didn't have a cheat, how were they even supposed to play the game?
Going over there just to die?
Since Yumesaki possessed an abundance of Soul-Soul Fruits, Asuna no longer refused and requested one Soul-Soul Fruit from Yumesaki, then ate it. At this point, her debt to Yumesaki was already beyond repayment anyway; she didn't mind owing him one more Devil Fruit.
At worst, she could pay him back with her body... no, pay him back with her life.
After consuming the Soul-Soul Fruit, Asuna rapidly mastered its utilization, just as humans naturally know how to breathe; it was an instinct originating directly from the body.
Of course, being able to use it didn't equate to using it expertly, as many of the Soul-Soul Fruit's capabilities still required further development.
But even so, when Asuna looked at the gathering of Evil Spirits around her, she felt as though she were looking at stray dogs by the roadside.
Her instincts told her that these Evil Spirits posed absolutely zero threat to her now.
The Soul-Soul Fruit naturally countered these Evil Spirits.
As long as she willed it, she could knead these Evil Spirits into whatever shape she desired at any given moment.
Just when Yumesaki assumed Asuna would grow arrogant and charge forward to fight three hundred rounds with the surrounding Evil Spirits to prove her strength, Asuna firmly suppressed that urge.
Instead, she gained a sudden wave of inspiration and began to extract Cursed Energy, and within half an hour, she successfully extracted Cursed Energy, becoming a genuine Jujutsu Sorcerer.
This was indeed an exceptionally rare occurrence, to the point where even Yumesaki couldn't help but give her a thumbs-up.
No wonder Asuna in the original story could achieve success, transforming from a highly timid noble young lady into the Lightning Flash Asuna; this mental fortitude alone was remarkably precious.
"Thank you."
After extracting Cursed Energy, Asuna instantly felt a wave of relief and conveyed her sincere gratitude to Yumesaki. Ever since eating the Soul-Soul Fruit, Asuna could feel the presence of souls.
It was precisely for this reason that she could extract Cursed Energy in such a short frame of time.
After all, joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure, worry, misery, fear... human emotions fundamentally aligned with the so-called three souls and seven spirits.
That was why Asuna could extract Cursed Energy and become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Of course, becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer didn't mean Asuna could rest completely easy from now on, but at the very least, when facing Cursed Spirits and Evil Spirits, she possessed the capacity to protect herself.
"You're welcome." Yumesaki waved his hand casually, then asked about one specific matter, "What is your plan regarding the settlement of the Peace Council issue?"
Although the mastermind who caused Asuna's death, namely Tanaka Asahi, was already dead.
However, the chairman of the Peace Council—the man who had directly written Asuna's name down on the notebook paper—was still very much alive.
If he realized that Asuna wasn't dead, he would definitely find it strange.
The moment this person reported the matter to the Star Religious Group, that faction was highly likely to come looking for trouble with Asuna.
Asuna's peaceful days would undoubtedly be gone forever.
This was something Asuna also understood; if the chairman of the Peace Council didn't die, the trouble would keep on coming. But if she were told to go kill the chairman of the Peace Council herself, she simply didn't possess that kind of courage.
That was an act of murder.
Seeing Asuna looking completely lost, Yumesaki sighed and said: "Forget it, just let Medea handle it for you."
Medea nodded; she didn't have the same hesitations as Asuna, having long grown accustomed to killing. To her, taking a life was no different from stepping on a passing ant; it wouldn't inflict any psychological burden whatsoever.
"I shall return shortly, Master."
Yumesaki murmured softly, "Sorry to trouble you again, Medea."
"It is quite alright." Medea offered a faint smile, her body dissolving into a flock of butterflies before vanishing right in front of Yumesaki.
Asuna, hearing the sound of Medea disappearing, knitted her brows deeply, her fingers twitching restlessly out of unease, "Isn't this putting too much trouble on Miss Medea? Even though this is entirely my own business."
Yumesaki patted her head; her strands of hair were remarkably smooth, like fine silk, feeling so pleasant to the touch that he was slightly reluctant to let go.
"Since you know it's a hassle for Medea, when Medea returns later, make sure to thank her with a sincere attitude."
Asuna's face flushed red, and she mumbled softly in agreement.
Meanwhile, by the time Medea arrived at the Peace Council.
The headquarters of the Peace Council was already a total mess, as though it had been bombed by something, with gaping holes visible everywhere alongside shattered structures.
The members of the Peace Council had suffered catastrophic losses.
What's more, the chairman of the Peace Council was currently being held by the throat by a tall, white-haired man wearing a black uniform and a black blindfold, seemingly undergoing an interrogation for information.
Medea hovered in the sky more than a hundred meters away, silently observing the tragic state of the Peace Council.
It appeared someone had launched an assault on the Peace Council before her own arrival.
Was it that blindfolded man with the white hair? Who exactly was he?
Why attack the Peace Council? Was it to silence a witness, or was there another reason?
Medea's eyes flashed with a sharp glint; she planned to conduct a little test.
...
Let us rewind time to ten minutes ago.
The chairman of the Peace Council, who was sipping tea within his domain, received a message that made his blood run cold.
"Igarashi is dead."
Seeing this message, the chairman of the Peace Council was deeply shocked and immediately logged into the secret application to call Igarashi.
"Stop calling him, didn't I just tell you he is dead."
"Dead? What's the situation? Didn't he go to investigate the Shinomiya Group?" The chairman of the Peace Council couldn't comprehend it.
"It is precisely because he went to investigate the Shinomiya Group that he died." The person who possessed the information replied.
"Huh?" The chairman of the Peace Council couldn't help but frown deeply, then rapidly typed out a reply.
"Something is wrong, highly bizarre. Given that guy's level of caution, he shouldn't have been discovered by the Shinomiya family this quickly."
After all, they had only instructed Igarashi to investigate the Shinomiya family yesterday.
Turned out Igarashi was already dead today; his demise was far too careless.
Based on his knowledge of Igarashi, that man was absolutely not the reckless type.
Moreover, he wouldn't be easily discovered by the Shinomiya family.
"What exactly happened?"
The individual replied, "The guy ran into a stroke of terrible luck. While investigating the Shinomiya family, a Jujutsu Sorcerer from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College happened to be at the Shinomiya residence. He drew the attention of Gojo Satoru, and ultimately got caught."
"Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College?" The chairman of the Peace Council had naturally heard of this name before, but what he failed to understand was why a Jujutsu Sorcerer from that school would visit the Shinomiya family.
The informant continued to reply, "The reason is actually very simple. You know Shinomiya Oko, right? Yesterday while at the Totsuki Resort, he offended a certain mysterious individual, and fell ill upon returning home."
"Then he suspected he had fallen under a curse, so after coming back, he immediately contacted the higher-ups of the Jujutsu world."
"Those foolish, damn old timers in the Jujutsu world saw that the other party had deep pockets, so they dumped the matter onto the people from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College."
"Thus, Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College dispatched their absolute trump card, Gojo Satoru, to pay a visit to the Shinomiya family."
"By pure coincidence, Igarashi arrived to investigate the Shinomiya family and was spotted by Gojo Satoru."
"So that's how it is."
The chairman of the Peace Council finally realized the truth, yet he still felt a lingering sense of strangeness.
The very next second, a sudden realization struck him.
"Wait, why do you know all of this? And in such meticulous detail?"
If Igarashi had truly been killed by Gojo Satoru, other people shouldn't be aware of this fact.
Why did this associate of his know the details so clearly?
Even the exact reason Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College sent Gojo Satoru to the Shinomiya family was known down to the finest detail.
This didn't match his associate's profile at all.
The other party simply lacked the intelligence network and capability to unearth information this precise.
The next second, the phone chimed once.
His associate replied with a single message.
The moment he laid eyes on this text, the chairman of the Peace Council felt his scalp go entirely numb, his hands and feet turned ice-cold, and even his breath hitched completely in his throat.
"Is there a possibility, that I am Gojo Satoru?"
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