The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 80

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"Mr. Gojo, he clearly wants to be a girl. You should offer him a girl's body," Saki suddenly chimed in.

Gojo knew full well what Sukuna really wanted was Saki's power, but the second he heard that, he grinned and said, "What about Nobara's?"

"If her compatibility's not enough, we can ask Miss Mei. As long as we pay her, she'd definitely be willing to donate some cells."

He was doing it on purpose—purely to piss him off.

And Sukuna was pissed—but he got so angry he actually went calm. With a cold tone, he threatened, "If we can't reach a deal, then just let my soul fully merge with this brat's."

"...Alright then. You've got one last option." Gojo ran a hand through his hair in frustration, the smile vanishing from his face as he laid out the final proposal.

"Sukuna, I have your last finger."

"Cursed objects are indestructible, yeah—but as their original owner, you should be able to lift the binding on it, right?"

Sukuna froze—and instantly understood what Gojo meant.

They were suggesting cloning his original body. That clone would have his true power.

And, well... he had to admit, the idea was tempting.

"But if we give you a body you're satisfied with," Gojo added, "then you'll have to agree to conditions that satisfy us."

Sukuna thought of Saki's massive list of restrictions—he couldn't accept even one of them. But he also knew skipping the restrictions wasn't realistic.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly flashed a wild grin. "I've got a pretty good idea."

"What is it?" Saki and Gojo asked at the same time.

"Once I get my body, brat—fight me. If I lose, do whatever you want with me," Sukuna said, completely fearless.

He wasn't arrogant enough to think he'd definitely win. He just felt that if he did lose, then so be it—he'd accept whatever consequences followed.

"Sure."

"No."

Saki and Gojo answered at the same time—with opposite responses.

"He can't beat me," Saki said confidently.

"Kiki-chan, once he's in his new body, he'll have power far beyond his prime. You might not be able to beat him," Gojo warned.

He knew the two of them fought a lot, and that Saki always completely crushed Sukuna. But he also knew Sukuna had never gone all out—not even shown his four-arm form.

"I'll beat him. I'm stronger than anyone except my brother," Saki replied, full of conviction.

"No." Gojo still disagreed. He didn't think it was worth the risk.

"Mr. Gojo," Saki looked at him, eyes curved like crescents, her soft amber gaze sparkling with pure confidence.

"You've gotta trust me."

Gojo Satoru really wanted to sit the girl down and break it all down for her.

For example, a cloned body would probably have Ryomen Sukuna's original strength. And with the nineteen fingers transferred over, Sukuna would end up with the power of thirty-nine fingers.

Then there was the fact that power didn't stack like plain numbers. A lot of the time, once you broke past a certain threshold, your strength would go through a total transformation. Even if that didn't happen, that much power meant Sukuna would pretty much never run out of cursed energy in a fight.

Also, Ryomen Sukuna's true form was a four-armed, four-eyed demon god. Those extra two hands weren't just for throwing punches—plenty of cursed techniques needed hand signs. Having four hands meant he could form signs and launch techniques while still fighting.

But all that analysis got swallowed back down the moment he looked into the girl's bright eyes.

Forget it. If she really couldn't beat him, worst case, he could just barge in and help out—even if it meant playing dirty. And there was still Saitama. No way he'd just sit back and watch his sister get hurt.

"Alright, I believe you," Gojo agreed with a helpless sigh.

"Yay! Sukuna, it's a deal then!" Saki said, eyes sparkling. "If you lose to me, you have to listen to me from now on."

"Mm." Sukuna didn't care either way.

"Mr. Gojo, what about Sukuna's fingers? I'm taking them to the doctor today," Saki asked eagerly, itching to get going.

"I'll have someone send them over now." Gojo pulled out his phone to call the clan. As he was dialing, he casually reminded her, "By the way, did you two settle the transfer method?"

The transfer.

That meant pulling the fingers off.

"Ah, not yet," Saki said, only now realizing it. "Sukuna, are you sure you can't just use a fingernail or a strand of hair?"

"No," Sukuna shot her down without hesitation.

Saki's face twisted into a troubled expression. She stayed quiet for a long time. Just when everyone thought she was about to give in, she suddenly dropped a bomb:

"How about we forget it and just stay together forever?"

The thought of having her fingers yanked off terrified her.

You had to understand—her worst injury growing up was when she scraped her knee falling down as a kid. She'd cried her eyes out from the pain, and after that, her brother always held her hand whenever they went out.

Sukuna: "..."

He'd already gotten the outcome he wanted, so there was no way he'd let the girl back out now over something like this. Clenching his teeth, he said, "I have a solution."

"What kind of solution?" Saki asked suspiciously. "Didn't you say fingernails and hair won't work? You're not trying to scam me, are you?"

"Hand your body over to me. Don't resist. I should be able to put you to sleep and temporarily cut off your connection to your body," Sukuna said irritably, giving her his answer.

Under normal circumstances, there was no way he could pull it off—after all, he couldn't even seize control of the body. But now that the curse had built a tighter link between them, as long as she cooperated, there was some wiggle room.

"Really?" Saki asked for confirmation.

"You can try it now. Enter the domain," Sukuna instructed.

Saki's soul immediately slipped into the innate domain.

Sukuna was sitting on a pile of corpses. Like he was calling over a puppy, he waved her over with a flick of his hand.

Saki didn't think too much about it and obediently ran over.

Sukuna reached out and tapped a finger against her forehead, beginning to inject cursed energy to guide her into sleep.

Saki's consciousness instantly grew hazy, then reflexively resisted it, snapping back awake.

"Don't resist," Sukuna said with a frown.

"Oh," Saki responded sweetly, then let go of her resistance. She imagined the feeling of drifting off to sleep like she usually did, allowing her awareness to sink into the darkness.

Once she fell asleep, her whole body slumped forward, collapsing straight into Sukuna's arms.

Surprisingly, Sukuna didn't shove her off. Instead, he scooped her up and stood, carefully placing her onto his seat.

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