Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 30

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But no one heard Ijichi's desperate screams in his heart. Clutching his chest, he hung up, his expression shifting back and forth before finally opening Rakuten. With tears in his eyes, he ordered a box of quick-acting heart pills.

'Sorry, Tsukishima-san. I'm such an unreliable adult. Please be strong and get through this.'

Ijichi's conscience ached like hell.

Juntendo Hospital

Intensive Care Unit, Room 105.

The young man lying on the bed was still unconscious.

Glucose from the IV dripped through the tube into the chamber, ticked twice, slid down the soft line, and flowed into his veins, keeping his body on the bare minimum of energy.

Off to the side, someone complained, "Why's this guy still not awake?"

"He's clearly the one with the lightest injuries, but he's been lying here the longest."

"The doctor said his brain got hurt," another person replied.

"Why don't they just send him to Ieiri-san for treatment?" the first one didn't get it. "He'd wake up faster that way, right?"

"You really don't listen when people call you an idiot." The other rolled his eyes. "If you hand him to Ieiri-san, it's the same as handing him to Gojo Satoru."

He lowered his voice. "The higher-ups and Gojo's faction never get along, and this time it even involves that newly arrived special grade."

"Eh? Eh? What's going on?" The gossiping urge instantly kicked in.

The two leaned in close, whispering to each other.

Just then, the nurse came in.

"Time for the patient's shot." She gave a gentle smile, calm and orderly. "The patient's resistance is really low right now. This is exactly when viruses spread the easiest. If you gentlemen don't have anything urgent, please don't keep hanging around here. If the patient catches something by accident, that'll be trouble."

Her beauty was dazzling, and the two men blushed bright red on the spot, quickly nodding. "Y-Yes!"

They answered as they hurried out of the ward.

The door closed with a click of the lock. The nurse turned around, walked to the bed, and asked lightly, "How long do you plan on lying there?"

"So you noticed." On the bed, the "unconscious" young man snapped his eyes open in an instant. He sat up, ruffling his hair in annoyance. "Didn't think I'd actually get caught by sorcerers."

"So damn annoying, being watched this closely. I can't even escape."

"Don't worry. Soon, you'll have jujutsu of your own." The nurse's lips curved faintly. "As long as Geto Suguru dies, then half of our plan is already a success."

Kong Shiu: ...

Kong Shiu fell silent.

"Ahem, about that..."

"I've got something to tell you."

The nurse's deep brown eyes fixed on him.

"Geto... has gone missing."

"I already know." The nurse smiled. "That's exactly why I came here."

"Figures." Kong Shiu understood. With how much importance she placed on Geto Suguru, of course she'd have spies around him.

Then...

"You came to me because..."

The nurse's smile didn't waver. "You know me—I'm always cautious."

"I've been planning this for a long, long time. There can't be any accidents."

"So..."

The wind lifted the gauze curtain to the side. Outside the door, the two guards yawned, mumbled a couple of words, then slumped into their chairs and fell into sleep.

After a while, the door opened. The nurse pushed her cart and walked gracefully away.

"Achoo—"

For no reason, Ikki sneezed.

She didn't know why, but suddenly felt a chill run down her back.

Must've been her imagination.

She wrinkled her nose, walked into the kitchen, set the water, put the pot on, lit the fire, and smoothly started making instant noodles.

The Unicorn Apartments had blown up. When the landlord got the news, he broke down crying, sniffling and sobbing, every other word out of his mouth being, "My life is ruined."

The mortgage wasn't even paid off, and the building was gone first.

His mom was in the hospital, his kid's school needed money, and his wife was at home pushing for a divorce.

All those years of busting his ass, and a bag of explosives just sent it all up in smoke.

Even though that place was always haunted, the price when it was bought hadn't been low.

Seriously, the word "tragic" was written all over it.

Ikki looked guilty and uneasy. To outsiders, she said it was terrorists, but all the sorcerers knew it was a special grade behind it, and that special grade seemed to have something to do with her little underling, Sukima Onna.

So in the end, that house blowing up was partly her fault.

The landlord was purely just hit by disaster out of nowhere.

She wasn't some saint, but her conscience really hurt.

On impulse, she handed over most of her savings to compensate.

She comforted herself—no worries, out with the old, in with the new. Once she found Sukima Onna, she'd send her 007.

The money would come back fast.

So just like that...

She became broke again.

She was back to those childhood days of surviving on instant noodles and plain rice.

Gojo, the god of wealth, had gone to work today, so she couldn't freeload on him for food. Such a pity.

The water in the pot was bubbling. She dropped in three whole packs of instant noodles, then cracked in two eggs.

She rubbed her flat little stomach and let out a quiet sigh.

It had really been a long time since she lived on instant noodles just to stay alive.

But...

Slurp—instant noodles still smelled so good.

Ikki held her bowl, scooped a big spoonful of rice, and got ready to dump it into the pot to mix.

She didn't expect a voice to suddenly pop out from behind her.

"Wow, that's a huge pot."

"Ahhh, crap!"

Ikki jumped so hard she let out a scream. She whipped her head around in terror, only to see Gojo standing right behind her without her even noticing.

How did he get in?

Why hadn't there been a single sound?

This wasn't scientific!

Could he have teleported?

"Not 'crap,' it's the super handsome Gojo Satoru~~~"

Gojo wore that same familiar all-black outfit. The white hair on his head shook as he leaned forward, "That's a massive pot."

"Even more than I eat in a day."

"You're gonna eat all of this yourself?"

"I remember this morning you ate three saury, one giant bowl of mushroom rice, and I even shared a bit of my dessert with you."

He exclaimed, "After eating that much, you can still down all of this?"

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