The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 69

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"If you keep yapping, go do it yourself," Sukuna threatened calmly.

Saki instantly went quiet.

Because it was rare to see the girl sulk like this, Sukuna was actually in a pretty good mood. Still, he didn't rush to start rescuing people. Instead, he chanted a spell and set up a barrier about a hundred meters wide to stop the poisonous gas from spreading further.

After that, he ordered the ones who could still move to gather all the injured and bring them outside the barrier to avoid getting poisoned again after detox. He was only responsible for healing people using reversed cursed energy—the whole carrying-people-around thing wasn't his job.

Saitama was immune to the poison. Mahito, being a cursed spirit, wasn't affected either. Itadori had high poison resistance, so he was pretty much fine too.

The three of them jumped into action right away.

It had already been nearly twenty minutes since the gas first showed up, and the operations center had received word and started responding. Soon, a large group of rescue workers wearing gas masks arrived, and Ieiri was urgently called over to help with the healing.

The rescue operation got underway in an orderly fashion.

All the injured brought out were sorted based on the severity of their wounds. The most serious cases were sent to Sukuna, while those with lighter injuries were handled by Ieiri. Some of the ones who weren't poisoned but still got hurt in the chaos were treated by Mahito.

There were plenty of people helping, but even so, the rescue went on until the early morning—and still wasn't over.

By then, Sukuna's face was as sour as it could possibly get, his whole vibe screaming annoyance, like he might snap and start killing people any second.

Saki had to stay on high alert, ready to snatch back control of her body at any moment.

Luckily, even though Sukuna looked seriously pissed, he stayed in line because of the Binding Vow. He kept healing people and didn't act out.

So when Gojo arrived, this was the scene he walked into.

In a temporarily repurposed rescue zone, a girl wearing a mask was impatiently treating the injured lying on the ground. Her attitude was downright nasty—she told the conscious ones to get lost right after she was done healing them.

Even so, despite her terrible attitude and the mess she was in—her fancy performance outfit all dirty and stained with blood—she still looked weirdly cute. The rhinestones at the corners of her eyes sparkled brightly.

—To avoid scaring people, Sukuna's second pair of eyes was kept shut.

Gojo's mouth twitched uncontrollably. The whole scene felt surreal, but then again, this was the same Ryomen Sukuna who had helped Saki wash her face and moisturize, so maybe this wasn't even that strange.

"What did Kiki-chan promise you?" He walked over and asked.

Sukuna gave him a sideways glance but didn't answer.

Saitama just happened to be carrying an injured person over and heard the question. He spoke up to explain, "Ki-chan promised to eat all the fingers."

Gojo didn't look surprised and kept asking, "Already did? How many?"

"She did." Saitama nodded, then started counting on his fingers. "She's eaten fourteen."

The fingers Saki had been keeping were all in the bag she carried with her. Uraume had taken the bag and already delivered the fingers, which Sukuna ate without hesitation.

"Where'd you even get that many?" Gojo looked surprised.

Counting the four fingers the girl had already eaten before, that meant there were now eighteen of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers inside her.

"Apparently that guy Kenjaku sent over four more," Saitama explained honestly.

"Kiki-chan, are you still in control of your body?" Gojo sighed as he double-checked.

Even though Saitama, as her brother, seemed pretty chill about it—clearly not worried about her losing control—this was too important not to confirm for himself.

Hearing that, Saki immediately took back partial control and made her body wink playfully at him with her left eye, meaning: control's totally fine.

Ryomen Sukuna, forced to wink: "......"

Gojo Satoru, receiving the wink: "......"

Both of them had the same weird look, like they'd just swallowed a fly.

"...Okay then. You do your thing." Gojo quickly dipped, heading off to find Yaga to ask some questions.

Sukuna kept saving people, still looking like he was ready to kill someone.

It wasn't until the sky started to lighten that the rescue mission officially ended. After a final count, the death toll was seven.

None of the concert-going fans had died. Inumaki had used his Cursed Speech to control the crowd and move them to a safer area. Plus, with Choso and Uraume staying by their side to protect them, everyone came out unharmed.

The seven casualties were all passersby on the street—two were killed by cursed spirits, and five died in car accidents caused by the chaos.

When Saki heard the news, she felt horrible.

"You did great," Gojo said when he saw her expression. "Honestly? For something this huge, only losing seven people is basically a miracle."

He wasn't exaggerating. Kenjaku had released at least a thousand cursed spirits, including two special-grade ones and a special-grade cursed womb. And there were over fifty thousand people trapped inside the curtain.

Gojo was sure that no one else could've handled this better. Not even if the jujutsu higher-ups had predicted the attack and deployed every sorcerer in advance—they still wouldn't have kept the casualties to single digits.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. This isn't your fault," he added, unusually serious.

"You don't need to comfort me, Mr. Gojo," Saki shook her head. "I don't think it's my fault. Of course this is on Kenjaku."

"I'm just super pissed. That bastard didn't just ruin my concert—he got innocent people killed."

"When I catch him, I'm gonna make him pay."

She wasn't the type to self-blame. This was Kenjaku's mess. The fault was his, end of story.

"Good," Gojo let out a relieved breath. "The higher-ups will take over from here. You can go home and rest."

"Okay." Saki didn't argue—there really wasn't anything more she could do at this point.

...

By the time she got home, it was already six in the morning.

Saki didn't wait for Uraume to finish cooking something nice—she just grabbed a random piece of bread, ate it, then went straight to shower. After that, she went to bed without even sparing a glance at Mahito, who was still waiting to be interrogated.

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