If Mahito wanted to make further progress he would need a more advanced template.
As for why he could so easily spread the false news of evolution when he could only raise a sorcerer's talent to the level of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, making even Jogo, Hanami, and even Kenjaku not doubt it at all—
—Don't look down on Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers!
Do you think Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers are as common as cabbage?
On the contrary, excluding the exceptionally gifted Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers, Grade 1 Sorcerers are the ceiling leading the jujutsu world forward.
As for Special Grade...
all Special Grade Sorcerers are freaking mutants; whether they can even be considered human is a question.
But Mahito was not satisfied with this.
He wanted to continue forward;
he wanted a Special Grade Sorcerer template.
Since Kenjaku couldn't give it to him, he naturally had to find someone else.
The owner of the underground fighting arena where he was currently located was very suitable.
This was also one of the goals of his trip.
"Mr. Mahito, the boss requests your presence."
The accompanying staff member naturally jumped to the next topic, as if he couldn't hear the conversation between Mahito and Jogo at all.
No, it wasn't "as if"—
he really couldn't hear.
Because the moment Mahito took the white shirt he handed over, his hearing had been clouded by Mahito.
Now he could only hear the sounds Mahito wanted him to hear.
Mahito had grown to the point where he could naturally adjust others' souls; if the other party's Jujutsu Sorcerer talent was insufficient, they wouldn't even realize their soul had been tuned.
Mahito curled his lips.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Jogo and Hanami naturally followed.
Mahito asked casually,
"How is Awasaka Jiro?"
Jogo asked with interest,
"Awasaka Jiro was your opponent in the arena just now, right? Is his Cursed Technique very special to actually make you care about him?"
It was indeed very special.
Mahito was very interested in this special Cursed Technique, extremely interested.
The staff member didn't hear Jogo's question and said with difficulty,
"The situation... is hard to say. His external injuries are easy to treat, but for some reason, he just won't wake up. He has breath, his heartbeat is fine, even his brainwaves are normal, but he just can't wake up. Our doctors suspect he's having a nightmare he can't wake from. Is it your Cursed Technique, Mr. Mahito?"
As a long-term employee here, although his Jujutsu Sorcerer talent was insufficient, he knew quite a lot.
He was very clear about matters regarding a Jujutsu Sorcerer's Innate Technique.
Mahito said indifferently,
"I'll give him two days. If he hasn't woken up in two days, I'll go and cancel my Cursed Technique. Don't blame me for being cruel; this is a blessing. If Awasaka Jiro can't wake up within two days, I can only regretfully take back the blessing."
He wasn't lying;
this really was a kind of blessing.
Because he hadn't used Idle Transfiguration to transform Awasaka's soul;
he had only isolated it.
This isolation had a huge benefit:
it allowed the Jujutsu Sorcerer to see the outline of their own soul.
Once a Jujutsu Sorcerer had awareness of their soul's outline, it would inevitably be accompanied by a deeper understanding of their own Cursed Energy core.
For a Jujutsu Sorcerer, there was no better blessing than this.
It would inevitably make Awasaka Jiro's power stronger, deepen his understanding of his own Innate Technique, and he might even realize Domain Expansion because of it.
—Of course, when Mahito retracted this layer of isolation, Awasaka Jiro's Innate Technique and the secrets of his soul would also fall into his hands.
As the price for becoming stronger, Mahito thought, Awasaka Jiro should even thank me.
They walked through the corridor, took the elevator up, and finally reached the top floor, stopping in front of a door.
The accompanying staff member knocked politely, and a voice saying "Come in" came from behind the door.
Jogo snorted in dissatisfaction.
"What an arrogant old human. Shouldn't he open the door personally when facing us?"
You're the arrogant one, Jogo.
Mahito kept a straight face and didn't retort.
Hanami comforted Jogo with a few words, and then the door was opened.
This was an unexpectedly small room.
On one wall of the room, monitors for the underground fighting arena were set up, showing the activities of the entire arena.
In the corner was a wine cabinet, a sofa, and a low table.
The owner of this arena sat on the sofa.
Beside him was a provocatively dressed companion.
Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi.
Kinji Hakari was the owner of this underground fighting arena and the person Mahito wanted to meet.
He had dyed his hair gold and fixed it with hair oil to reveal a smooth forehead.
His eyes were small, and his specially groomed eyebrows looked as sharp as daggers.
Rather than a Jujutsu Sorcerer, his image was more like a rookie yakuza.
He wore a black plush coat and leaned back on the sofa.
Seeing Mahito enter, he waved casually with a look of surprise.
"The legendary King of Curses... you live up to your name. Everyone in the entire venue is cheering for you. Did you hear it? Your fever has already—"
"—ignited the world, as if everyone will crown you in the next instant."
His voice carried a hint of laughter, and a sharp light flashed in those eyes, as if he were savoring the aftertaste of the fever, intoxicated like a drunkard.
This was a strange man, completely out of place in the current jujutsu world.
"I thought my name only circulated among Curse Masters. I didn't expect you to know it too," Mahito said, stepping into the room.
Jogo and Hanami fell silent at this time, completely leaving the conversation to Mahito.
They followed him in and consciously closed the door.
"I take in all kinds of Jujutsu Sorcerers who can't stay in the jujutsu world. Unfortunately, decent Jujutsu Sorcerers aren't very willing to run to my place. Only those Curse Users with suppressed evil natures are very willing to come here to make money. With more contact with those Curse Users, I've obtained some news that only Curse Users know—you are the focus of it, the King of Curses."
Kinji Hakari glanced at Jogo and Hanami but didn't care.
Beside him, Kirara Hoshi got up from the sofa, took wine and glasses from the wine cabinet, and placed them on the low table.
Kirara Hoshi's expression was tense, and their voice trembled slightly as they asked:
"It's said you can evolve ordinary people into Jujutsu Sorcerers, and make a Jujutsu Sorcerer's evolution go a step further. You can freely change the human body to make it more adapted to the evolved form. Is this true?"
Mahito sat down in front of Kinji Hakari and carefully observed Kirara Hoshi.
They had a feminine appearance, and even their clothing was the same—
a loose tube top wrapped around the chest, even showing a noticeable bulge.
The throat had no Adam's apple, and they wore black leather pants on the lower body, their skin as white and tender as jade.
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