The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 39

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"Domain Expansion: Womb Profusion."

Behind him, a massive, grotesque tree burst out of the ground, its trunk crawling with twisted human faces, all howling in torment like countless souls in pain.

This domain was an open-type domain. Anyone within it would be subjected to gravity far beyond the human limit. Even if it couldn't physically harm the girl, it should at least slow her down and give him an opening to counterattack.

"This is my domain—Womb Profusion. Its effect is—"

To boost the domain's power, he even chose to reveal his cursed technique's info. But he didn't even get to finish his sentence—her fist was already in his face again.

Saki had definitely noticed the gravity shift—but that was all it was. It didn't bother her at all, let alone hurt her.

Pushing straight through the cursed spirits like they were nothing, she charged up and started hammering him again.

Kenjaku was stunned.

That tough battle he imagined? It never happened. It was just another one-sided beatdown.

Ten minutes later, Saki finally stopped, feeling refreshed. She pulled out her phone, checked the time, and decided cheerfully to go back to sleep.

Kenjaku lay collapsed on the ground, battered beyond recognition—bones shattered, organs wrecked, and his once-handsome face swollen black and blue. Even worse than Sukuna the last time he got beaten up. At least Sukuna didn't get punched in the face.

—Back then, Saki had spared him because that face looked way too much like hers.

As the girl turned to leave, Kenjaku let out a quiet breath of relief. While activating his reverse cursed technique to heal, he silently watched her walk away, his expression dark and unreadable.

Saki walked toward the still-unconscious Uraume, ready to take them back with her, but halfway there, she suddenly stopped.

Kenjaku tensed up immediately.

"Just beating you up like that still feels too nice," Saki said, suddenly striding back toward him—and started yanking his clothes off.

Second time doing this, and she was already getting good at it.

"Go streaking. I'm gonna ruin your social life."

Kenjaku: "..."

Saki, in the end, was kind enough to leave Kenjaku with a pair of boxers—mainly because she really couldn't bring herself to strip a guy's underwear off with her own hands. Just felt like her soul would get tainted or something.

She had tried asking Sukuna for help, but he completely ignored her.

In the end, she snatched the guy's clothes—along with everything in the pockets: wallet, ID, phone, and some weird square box covered in eyeballs. She just took the whole pile and left the guy standing there on the beach in nothing but his underwear, questioning his life choices.

On the way back, Saki was dragging the unconscious Uraume with one hand while the bundle of stolen stuff was all tied up and hanging around Uraume's neck. With the other hand, she was on the phone.

Of course, she was calling Gojo. She spilled everything that had just happened like a flipped-over jar of beans.

At the end, she asked, "Oh right, Mr. Gojo, I also grabbed that guy's clothes and some other random stuff. You want any of it?"

Gojo: "......"

Gojo fell into a long silence. He suddenly felt a little bad for his old friend—dude couldn't even keep his dignity after death. Who knew what kind of soulless bastard was out there using his face to do all this crap?

Even though the cursed spirit problem was handled, now there was this new sorcerer issue. He still had to head over. After reminding the girl to keep an eye on things, they hung up.

Saki got back to the hotel just fine. Since she was dragging Uraume, she didn't want anyone seeing her, so she ran the whole way at a speed regular people couldn't track.

Back in the room, she looked down at the unconscious Uraume, already stressing about what to do with them.

It'd be at least three hours before Gojo got there. Sure, Uraume was passed out now, but who knew when they'd wake up? Was she really supposed to babysit this person for three hours?

"Sukuna, what's the deal with this guy? Aren't you some thousand-year-old fossil? How do you even know him?*" she asked, confused.

(*Uraume's gender in JJK official wiki is "They/Them", but in this fanfic, Saki thinks Uraume's gender is "him".)

And by "know," she didn't mean in the "every sorcerer's heard of the King of Curses" kind of way. She meant the two of them actually knew each other.

"Wait, don't tell me this guy also from a thousand years ago? And this guy also got brought back to life with a flesh sacrifice or whatever?"

"Hold up—why are you guys even reviving in the modern world? What are you trying to do?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Sukuna replied, full of malice. "Obviously, to kill people. Gotta say, this era's even better than I expected. The place is crawling with women and children."

"When I finally get free, I'm going to use your body to fully indulge in the feeling of tearing flesh apart."

He went quiet after that, waiting to enjoy the look of fury on the girl's face.

But he was doomed to be disappointed.

Saki didn't get mad. She just looked disgusted and said, "You're seriously that old and still acting like an edgy middle schooler?"

"Do you even know what ‘chuunibyou' is? It's when a kid hits puberty and starts getting super full of themselves, thinking no one understands them, like they're destined to save or destroy the world or something."

"Let me tell you, I got over that kind of cringe when I was twelve."

Sukuna: "......"

Sukuna actually felt that insult in his soul. He couldn't come up with a comeback, so he just threatened coldly, "Then I'll kill your brother first."

"Yeah, good luck with that. Maybe worry about getting a body first." Saki didn't even flinch. She brought the conversation back, "Anyway, what's the deal with this guy? You just told me to keep them alive. If you hadn't said anything, I was totally gonna kill this guy."

"If you're actually capable of killing someone, then go ahead." Sukuna let out a low chuckle. "If you really pull it off, I'll even praise you."

Saki really couldn't do it—she just wasn't the type to force herself to do something she hated.

Like with this situation: instead of forcing herself to deal with it alone, agonizing over whether she should kill someone and then having to live with the emotional baggage afterward, she'd much rather capture the guy alive and hand them straight over to Gojo.

After all, he was the pro. She figured catching the guy for him counted as helping out. Win-win.

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