Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 11

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He was Kashima Naru, a Grade 1 sorcerer, and also... the unlucky guy who got drugged.

As a sorcerer, Kashima had imagined his death countless times. He'd thought he might die at the hands of curses, or maybe by curse users. But he never imagined he'd end up flipping over at the hands of ordinary people who didn't even have jujutsu.

When he came here, they welcomed him with smiles, served him food and drinks, tossed him extra side dishes and discount coupons—way too friendly.

But hidden behind that overwhelming warmth was a sickening scheme.

They'd drugged him, leaving him weak all over, like a lamb waiting for slaughter, forced to listen in despair and fury as they discussed right next to him.

"Lately, Kami-sama has been demanding more and more sacrifices."

"Is it really okay?"

"In the past, just one was enough to calm him down. But now, this is already the fifth sacrifice he's demanded."

"What if even this one still doesn't satisfy that lord?"

"Is that lord really a god?"

"Shh! Don't say that, or Kami-sama will punish you."

Ah, what a joke.

Just a measly curse, the darkest existence of all, yet they treated it like a god to worship.

And the offering—human flesh and blood.

That Grade 2 sorcerer from before must have died the same way, right?

So laughable, so disgusting, and so terrifying.

These were the ordinary people he had risked his life to protect.

A fire of resentment flared up from the bottom of his heart, beating faster with every pulse, spreading through his whole body.

In that instant, he suddenly understood why Geto Suguru had betrayed.

If this was what non-sorcerers were.

If this was the kind of people he had been protecting with his life.

Then he'd rather fall into the ranks of curse users too.

Non-sorcerers didn't deserve to live.

This bunch didn't deserve to live!

If not for them, curses wouldn't even exist, right?

Too bad he was going to die.

But even so, before death, he'd lace his body with the deadliest curse.

With his blood, his flesh, and his entire cursed energy as the bind, he would let that curse evolve into a special grade, let it leave its birthplace, and then... slaughter them all.

Slaughter every last one of these ordinary people with souls stinking of filth.

Not one left!

Not a single one!!!

He was getting closer and closer to the shrine.

The reaper's scythe silently hovered at his neck.

Black cursed energy coiled around him. His curse was just waiting for death to trigger.

And yet, deep down, there was still that faint, fragile hope.

Was he really... going to die?

So unwilling...

So full of regret...

If only...

If only he had never become a sorcerer...

Was there anyone?

Someone... save him...

Save him...

He still...

didn't want to die...

His cries were heard.

The stretcher carrying him suddenly dropped, only to be caught firmly by someone.

He strained to look. By the faint candlelight, he saw a girl.

She looked like she was glowing.

Was this... a goddess?

His heart thudded hard.

Kashima thought he might've fallen for her.

The goddess looked at him, her obsidian eyes seeming to hold endless tenderness.

She reached out her hand. Small palm, round joints, soft pink nails—so cute.

And then, with that cute little hand, the goddess hoisted him up.

Kashima: ...

The goddess was a little too strong...

Then she pulled out her phone, glanced at it, then looked at him, compared the two, and happily turned her head. "Gojo-sensei, I found him."

Gojo-sensei?

Gojo Satoru?!

It was Gojo Satoru!

Kashima's heart leapt.

Gojo Satoru—the pillar of the jujutsu world, the strongest sorcerer!!

He had come.

He wasn't going to die!

He was saved!

Kashima went from despair to joy, and burst out crying.

From now on, he was going to be Gojo Satoru's number one fan!

Tomorrow, he'd dye his hair white!!

But just as Gojo gained a new fanboy, the mood was ruined.

"Who are you people?"

"Who gave you permission to touch our sacrifice?!"

"Put him back right now!"

"If there's no sacrifice, Kami-sama will be furious!!"

"If you anger Kami-sama, will you take responsibility?"

The furious villagers surrounded them, shouting.

One voice after another, hostile faces, vicious looks—only an idiot wouldn't get it.

This was a live sacrifice!

These villagers were offering Kashima up to a curse.

The truth was so absurd.

Gojo's expression instantly darkened.

Geto, who had been slacking and checked out, suddenly sat bolt upright—wait, there was still unfinished business!

The two of them fell into memories at the same time.

Ten years ago, ignorant villagers had cruelly abused a young sorcerer. That was when Geto lost all faith in ordinary people, slaughtered the village, and defected.

And now, these foolish villagers had drugged a sorcerer and offered him as a sacrifice.

The villagers' ugly faces were clearly burned into Gojo's brain through the Six Eyes.

A full 360-degree panorama, looping nonstop.

For just a moment, Gojo felt dazed.

Was this the kind of scene Geto had seen back then too?

"Ha... hahahaHAHAHA—"

From where he was being carried on Gojo's shoulder, Geto suddenly burst into manic laughter.

Mocking, twisted.

"Did you see it, Satoru?"

"This is what monkeys are!"

"Use your Six Eyes, Satoru! Look at them!"

"Look at their ugly faces!"

"Look at how they persecute sorcerers!"

"Look at them treating curses as gods, and sending the sorcerers who protect them to their deaths as sacrifices."

"We're the strong ones! Why should we bow to these monkeys?"

"I'm right! I'm the one who's right!"

"Satoru, let's kill all these monkeys together. Let's build a world only for sorcerers."

"Satoru, join me."

"With you, it can definitely be done."

Gojo didn't say a word. He just stood there in silence.

No one knew what he was thinking. Only the crushing weight of his aura spread out around him, so heavy it was hard to breathe.

And finally, under that invisible pressure, the villagers realized they were in danger. The shouting grew weaker and weaker.

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