Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 17

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Even after gaining world-destroying power, her thoughts and daily life hadn't changed much.

Still the life of a normal person.

Working, studying, exams, choosing a university, planning for the future.

Killing had never been an option in her life.

In past life and present, it had always been this way.

Moreover, once she killed someone, life itself would no longer feel heavy to her.

Once the chains were broken, the beast within would awaken.

She couldn't guarantee she would remain herself.

An out-of-control Saiyan would be nothing more than a mindless ape.

When people feared her, hated her, hunted her, that would be the beginning of all disaster and destruction.

She wouldn't dare gamble on that future. She wouldn't.

"Gojo-sensei," she repeated, "I don't kill. Not ordinary people, not curse users."

If she were weak, maybe she would raise her blade to survive.

But luckily, she wasn't.

So she didn't need that choice.

"If that day ever comes, I'll handle it my own way."

The weak follow rules; the strong make rules.

That's an eternal truth.

Gojo watched her quietly, as if scrutinizing her, yet also like he wasn't thinking about anything.

After a while, he said ambiguously, "Ikki-chan, you really are innocent."

"But I don't dislike people who have their own thoughts."

He straightened up, sighing, "But this answer is way too ordinary."

"So boring."

"I even expected you to say something surprising."

"Oh my, how dull."

Ikki: ...

"Sorry my answer was so boring."

She put down the Coke and said casually, "Sensei, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Gojo waved.

Ikki stood up and turned into the restroom.

She pulled out her phone, opened the map, checked Ohkura Village's location, then let out a cold laugh.

Indeed, the law doesn't punish the masses.

But letting those guys off just like that... was far too unsatisfying.

She had seen it with her own eyes, inside that dilapidated shrine.

Severed limbs, countless skeletons, floors and windows stained with black-red blood that could never be washed clean.

Amitabha.

It was time to kick them into the sea of suffering.

......

Early morning, 3:10 a.m.

At this moment, nurses were yawning, doctors drowsy, patients' families pacing anxiously. Gojo's fingers rested on a pull tab, and the next second, his movement froze abruptly.

Snow-white bandages slipped from beneath his eyes, revealing a pair of pale blue, sky-like eyes that quickly locked onto the main entrance.

These were the Six Eyes, a 360-degree panoramic vision that could see other sorcerers, detect the tiniest traces of cursed energy, and easily sense another person's presence.

No matter how well hidden, no matter how strong the person.

As long as they appeared near him, as long as he marked them, he could easily identify them.

Just like now.

He saw it.

The girl moved.

The extremely faint energy that had been hidden within her finally leaked out slightly, showing just the tip of the iceberg.

It wasn't cursed energy, but a bright, dazzling gold.

It flashed in an instant, as fast as lightning, silent and imperceptible.

In a heartbeat, it vanished from the range the Six Eyes could detect.

Where did she go?

Gojo straightened up, but as he moved, that golden light returned!

It wasn't teleportation!

The azure-colored eyes shifted, looking toward the girl approaching from around the corner, their meaning unreadable.

The girl was wiping her hands with a handkerchief, just like anyone coming out of a bathroom.

So ordinary, so unremarkable.

Yet inside Gojo, layers of ripples stirred.

Think of him, Gojo Satoru—the wind-like man, the god-like guy—bandages on for comedy, hair down for dominance.

Unlimited spatial manipulation, no matter how creative you get, you can't pierce the distance of space, can't touch even a fraction of me—forming the strongest turtle shell.

Instant teleportation, leaping through space—though distance and obstacles need calculation—on the battlefield, a single second difference could decide victory. 'You can attack wildly, I dodge effortlessly, the so-called ultimate evasion king.'

"Blue" distorts space, formed negative infinity, forcibly pulling distance; "Red," top-level rebound, formed positive infinity.

And when combined, they created a cursed energy black hole—Hollow Style, Purple.

Where Purple passed, not a blade of grass grew.

Beyond that, he was self-sustaining, a user of Reversed Cursed Technique, high healing, quick effect—losing a finger and bouncing back was easy, he thrived like a little unkillable curse on the battlefield.

Finally, when "Infinite Void" activated, forced brainwash to stupidity, a single try could instantly end you.

He could be the healer, the tank, the DPS—everything.

When Gojo appeared, who could compete?

He dominated heaven and earth.

All living things were ants.

Only he sat alone on the throne, looking down on all.

Yet in this moment, Gojo realized his strongest throne seemed a little unsteady.

The Six Eyes couldn't track her movements—gone a thousand miles in a breath, returning silently, without a trace.

Like a shooting star, like a breeze on the face.

No one noticed, except the Six Eyes.

And even this was only a casual glimpse of what the girl could do.

Under the incandescent light, she yawned, casually caught a child who almost fell, and smiled brightly at the parents' thanks.

Soft, harmless, obedient, peaceful—no hint of a strong person's edge in her eyes.

This was also what displeased him—she was too soft. A soft person wasn't suited to be a sorcerer.

But that didn't stop him from recruiting her, because she was strong, because she was a rough gem he could slowly train and polish.

Whether teaching at the technical school or recruiting her, he had only one goal: raise allies and cleanse the jujutsu world.

Yet even so, he never measured them against himself.

Even if she had slaughtered Geto, crippled the Zen'in, gravely wounded Gakuganji—her power surpassing special grade—Gojo Satoru never took it seriously.

He stood too high, far above what other sorcerers could ever reach in a lifetime.

So even knowing she had secrets, he never imagined she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

But now.

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