Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 26

Prev | Directory | Next

"Why hasn't Geto-sama shown up yet?"

"He clearly said he'd come eat crepes with me."

Next to her, a short-haired girl said softly, "Nanako, keep it down."

"Maybe Geto-sama still has something to deal with."

"Eh? But Geto-sama promised he'd be right back!"

"It's just a monkey without cursed energy."

"Maybe Geto-sama is already on his way here," the short-haired girl said.

"I really hope Geto-sama comes soon."

So, where exactly was Geto-sama right now?

Somewhere near the equator, on an unknown deserted island.

A certain cult leader, with messy black hair and a face covered in bruises, was lying in a massive crater.

White clouds drifted across the sky. His expression was blank, his body motionless.

He looked like someone who had completely lost the will to live.

"Here's a place I stumbled across by accident."

"Mountains clear, water fresh, birds singing, flowers blooming, the scenery is breathtaking!"

"And the most important part—there isn't a single ordinary human here, the kind you hate!!!"

"It's basically perfect for you!"

"Happy now? Excited yet?"

"I've let you live a life without monkeys ahead of time."

"No need to thank me."

After saying that, the giant she-ape waved her hand and flew off in style.

This time Geto was completely sure—there was no way this thing was some kind of Heavenly Restriction!

No, he couldn't even be sure she was human.

But so what?

His pelican flying mount was dead, and plenty of his cursed spirits had also been killed in the fight just now.

Worst of all, he didn't have any ocean-type cursed spirits.

And even worse, there weren't any humans here.

No humans = no new cursed spirits = he could only use the ones he already had.

Which meant he was completely stuck here!

Geto Suguru, leader of the Star Religious Group, special grade sorcerer—his deserted island survival journey had officially begun.

Record: End of July

Unicorn Apartment

An unknown special-grade cursed spirit appeared, and first-grade imaginary cursed spirit Sukima Onna went missing.

Three severely injured people were found at the scene.

Confirmed identities: second-grade curse user killer Shigemo Haruta, first-grade curse user killer Kumiya Juzo, and dark web middleman Kong Shiu.

Afterward: Shigemo Haruta and Kumiya Juzo were confirmed dead.

Kong Shiu remained in a coma.

Judgment: Tsukishima Ikki, secret death penalty, to be carried out immediately.

Executor: Gojo Satoru

"Execution?"

Still that same dark room.

Still those folding screens.

Still those people.

The difference was, right now Gojo was way more annoyed than last time.

"What's the reason?" he asked.

"Tsukishima Ikki colluded with curse users, secretly kept a special-grade curse spirit."

"Ha?" Gojo couldn't help but laugh. "You don't even believe that yourselves."

"No evidence, just some guesswork, and you directly declare a death sentence." Gojo found it ridiculously laughable.

"You're just scared, aren't you?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets and said lazily, "Scared of the strength Ikki showed, realizing you can't use her for yourselves, so you're in a rush to get rid of her?"

So ugly.

"Hey, old man." He turned to Gakuganji. "You played quite the role in this, didn't you?"

"Wanna guess why?"

"Ah, is this revenge for her breaking your nose?"

"Oh yeah, that reminds me, I still have that photo. Every time I'm in a bad mood I look at it a few times."

"That's my source of joy~"

Gojo grinned. "I'm planning to print it out and hand one to everyone at Kyoto school."

Gakuganji's face instantly went dark.

Remembering that day's humiliation, his expression flipped between black and red, finally freezing in iron-blue.

Damn brat!

His right eye widened as he snapped, "Gojo Satoru! Don't push it too far!"

"Tsukishima Ikki kept a special-grade cursed spirit, her intentions are sinister. Do you still want to cover for her?"

"I already said..." A flash of cold light passed through Gojo's azure eyes. "Bring out the evidence."

"What more evidence do you need?"

The higher-ups said, "The sorcerers who rushed to the scene saw Sukima Onna leave with an unknown special-grade cursed spirit."

"That still doesn't prove anything." Gojo said coolly. "Ikki wasn't there, was she?"

"Sukima Onna is Tsukishima Ikki's contracted cursed spirit. Without her command, how would it act on its own!!"

"Gojo Satoru." Another higher-up spoke with a softer tone. "I know Tsukishima Ikki was brought into the jujutsu world by you personally, your feelings for her aren't ordinary. But you know the saying, you can know someone's face but not their heart. Tsukishima Ikki's background is suspicious, and her strength doesn't match the traditional Heavenly Restriction."

"Have you ever thought, maybe she approached you on purpose?"

"A special-grade cursed spirit with intelligence—if it attacks, do you realize how many people would die?"

They played good cop and bad cop, soft and hard, but their goal was the same: execute Tsukishima Ikki.

Honestly, if they could, the higher-ups wouldn't have handed this mission to Gojo at all. But the jujutsu world only had two special-grades, and Tsukishima Ikki really was one of them.

Tsukumo Yuki ignored them. What else could they do? They could only go to Gojo Satoru.

They had always known that Gojo Satoru had the thought of rebelling against them.

But they had never really taken it to heart, never truly worried.

Because they knew very well—the exalted Six Eyes child of god would never bother to understand the twists and turns of politics.

In fact, his thoughts were still too naïve, too childish.

Sometimes, brute force couldn't solve everything.

As long as they still held power, they had ten thousand ways to suppress any signs of trouble.

The jujutsu world's thousand-year rule didn't rely on brute force alone. It was mixed with brainwashing, control, and a series of shady, unspeakable methods.

They built schools to teach young sorcerers how to exorcise curses, but never taught them more knowledge beyond fighting. They wouldn't let them broaden their horizons, wouldn't let them care about their own inner worlds.

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translations to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next