I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [165]

Jujutsu World

Yuji Itadori had just stepped out of his university campus when he saw his teacher, Satoru Gojo, waving at him.

Gojo was dressed in a fitted hoodie today, his silver hair standing upright as usual. His striking cerulean eyes shimmered with an air of mystery and elegance.

“Heeey~~! Yuji!” He waved his arm enthusiastically.

“Work today?” Yuji scratched his head.

“Yep.” Gojo grinned and nodded.

With his usual playful smirk, he walked up to Yuji and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Honestly, I never expected that out of our trio, you, the protagonist, would be the only one to go to college.”

“Fushiguro and Nobara both went straight into full-time sorcerer work, yet here you are, juggling school and exorcising curses at the same time.”

“I don’t really know why myself.” Yuji sighed, shaking his head.

“To be honest, I guess I just wanted to make up for lost time. High school barely felt like high school. My life got thrown off course the moment curses barged into it.”

“I guess… I just wanted a bit of compensation?”

“You’re an interesting guy, Yuji.” Gojo didn’t press further.

Instead, he walked over to a sleek motorcycle parked nearby and patted the seat.

“Come on, we’re on a tight schedule.”

With the deep roar of the engine, Yuji hopped onto the bike.

As the wind rushed past him, his mind began to drift.

It had been three years since the Shibuya Station Collapse Incident.

Human society had quietly undergone massive changes.

For one, curses—once a hidden phenomenon only visible to a select few in Japan—had become widely known across the world.

And alongside that revelation came global awareness of sorcerers—the only extraordinary beings in human society—causing an uproar like never before.

Ordinary people began paying attention. The ability to cast [Domain Expansions] and [Cursed Techniques], once known only to a secretive few, was now a subject of worldwide fascination.

And in the midst of it all—

Gojo Satoru stepped forward.

He formed alliances with various world governments under the guise of “research collaboration” and, in what was hailed as a historic milestone, established the world’s first Tokyo Jujutsu Spiritual Energy Academy in the ruins of Shibuya.

Gojo himself served as its first headmaster.

Afterward, he used his connections—both the favors he was owed and the sheer pressure of his overwhelming strength—to dismantle the corrupt old sorcerer hierarchy. Some he persuaded, some he eliminated. In the end, he unified the entire sorcerer community.

And so, the Human United Jujutsu Association was born, with Gojo as its first chairman.

Meanwhile, Yuji Itadori became one of the first students to enroll at Tokyo Jujutsu Spiritual Energy Academy.

Though most of his classmates struggled to control their cursed energy, the experience gave him something he had once been robbed of—an ordinary college life.

As his thoughts wandered, the motorcycle suddenly came to a halt.

Gojo casually hopped off.

“We’re here.”

Yuji got off as well, glancing toward the hotel in front of them. Just as he was about to step forward, Gojo grabbed his sleeve.

With a sly grin, Gojo wagged a finger. “Not there.”

Then, he pointed to the manhole cover beside the motorcycle.

“It’s down there.”

“Ugh… the sewers again?” Yuji sighed. “I swear, lately, all my work’s been in the sewers.”

“Sewers, abandoned buildings, deserted hospitals, bridge underpasses—anywhere dark and filled with death is a perfect breeding ground for curses.” Gojo raised a single finger as if giving a lecture.

“Ever since the Shibuya Collapse, we’ve been seeing a last surge of curses—nothing strong, but there are way too many of them. It’s getting annoying.”

With that, he pulled open the manhole cover, shoved his hands into his pockets, and gracefully dropped down.

Even while descending, he continued his casual lecture.

“Alright, pop quiz. Since the Jujutsu Sorcerer ranking system was restructured under the Human United Jujutsu Association, what’s the qualification requirement for a Grade 2 Sorcerer?”

Yuji didn’t hesitate. Following Gojo, he jumped down into the sewer.

“Um… I remember—it’s earning a Grade 2 Jujutsu License and being able to handle Grade 2 curse incidents alone.”

“Not bad. Now, what defines a Grade 2 curse incident?” Gojo strolled deeper into the tunnel, hands still tucked in his pockets.

“Uh… A Grade 1 curse, multiple Grade 2 curses, or a Grade 2 sorcerer with inheritance—but the standard isn’t exactly set in stone.”

Yuji shrugged.

“And why is that?” Gojo asked, sensing the presence ahead.

“Because curse incidents and curse rankings aren’t always clear-cut. The supervisors gather intelligence and assist, but they aren’t sorcerers. They can’t just glance at a curse and instantly gauge its strength.”

Finishing his explanation, Yuji instinctively shifted into a combat stance.

A suffocating presence loomed ahead.

Something close to a Special Grade Curse… and several Grade 2 Curses surrounding it.

“So, yeah. This time, the supervisors miscalculated again. They thought there were only a few Grade 2 curses down here.” Gojo spread his hands in mock frustration.

A deep reddish-brown glow swirled in his palm.

“Who… are you?”

Countless crimson eyes flickered in the darkness.

A grotesque, rat-like curse slithered forward, its tail coiling as it emerged.

Behind it, dozens of massive rats followed.

“Special Grade Curse: Rat.” Gojo casually introduced the enemy.

“The rat curse was born from humanity’s fear of plague and vermin. With all the historical trauma tied to rats—especially the Black Death—it’s no wonder curses like these keep showing up.”

“In the past few years, curses based on humanity’s fears have been materializing left and right. It’s really starting to get on my nerves.”

Gojo shot the curse a look of utter disdain.

Then, turning to Yuji, he smirked.

“Alright, Yuji. You take care of this. I’m gonna head up and get some fresh air.”

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Yuji emerged from the sewer, battered and exhausted but surprisingly unharmed.

The first thing he saw?

Gojo, crouched next to the motorcycle, munching on an ice pop.

As soon as he noticed Yuji, he casually tossed the half-melted treat his way.

“Here. You earned it.”

“…Yeah. Not bad.”

Yuji took the ice pop, crouching beside his teacher.

Crunching down on it, he mumbled between bites, “Hey, Gojo-sensei… Do you think curses will ever disappear completely?”

“Of course.”

Gojo shot him a sidelong glance.

“Yeah, there’s been an uptick in curses lately. But even a blind man could tell—it’s just their final flare-up.”

“The cursed energy leaking from ordinary people is declining. All of it is slowly funneling inward, toward the core of the planet. It’s a slow, irreversible process.”

“And once we finish off these Special Grades, there’s no way new ones will form within the next ten years.”

“So, in other words—wipe this batch out, and humanity will never have to worry about Special Grade curses again.”

Holding up his ice pop stick, Gojo examined it.

“Bingo! I won. Time to go grab another.”

With that, he stood up and strolled toward the nearby convenience store.

Yuji remained crouched, gazing up at the sky.

Clouds drifted by—one moment shaped like a tin can, the next like a rice cake.

He sighed.

Lifting his now-empty ice pop stick, he held it up to the sunlight.

“…Damn. No prize.”

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—It’s over.

—At least, for now.

Standing in the snow, Natsuki Subaru watched as the ever-adorable Beatrice used her ice magic to freeze every last Great Rabbit in sight. It was the final confirmation—the ordeal was finally over.

This battle against the Witches, this struggle against fate, this gamble with contracts—he had won.

By borrowing the power of the Witch of Envy, Satella, he had rewound time—achieving his goal of saving everyone without using his own death as the cost.

But more importantly…

He had found clarity in his own heart.

He loved Emilia.

He worried for Rem.

And yet, he couldn’t bear to see the Witch of Envy cry.

He had taken Beatrice’s hand and pulled her from the shackles of the Forbidden Library. He had signed a contract with the Witch and taken on the responsibility of educating and changing the Witch of Greed.

One mission accomplished—another taken upon himself.

But there was no regret. No hesitation.

From this day forward, he would carry even greater responsibilities.

He would live on—and guide fate down the path he desired.

Emilia would ascend the throne and find happiness.
Beatrice would see the world for what it truly was.
Rem would wake up, and he would confess his love to her.
The Witch of Greed would learn the meaning of emotions—the power of the human heart.

And above all else—the most impossible, yet most necessary task of all—

He would save Satella, the Witch of Envy.

But before that, he needed information.

He needed knowledge.

If possible, he wanted to eradicate the Witch Cult, along with the festering corruption of the Sin Archbishops—and uncover the truth of the two Witches lost to history.

—If I step back and piece together everything I’ve seen, everything I know…

—Then one thing becomes clear.

—The Witch of Envy, the one who devours all, must have had a reason for wanting to destroy the world.

—It’s said that she killed the other six Witches. But… is that really true, Echidna?

[Of course.]

Echidna’s voice responded smoothly, as if she had been waiting for him to ask.

[Your reasoning is correct… My master. My everything. The guide to my soul. The lord of my flesh.]

Subaru immediately choked on nothing.

In a panic, he hastily replied in his mind.

—No, no, no! Just call me Subaru! That’s fine!

[As you command, Subaru-sama.]

[Your will is my highest purpose. I, your humble Witch, am but a mere beast at your feet, yours to command as you please.]

—No. Just… no.

—Deep breaths… Stay calm…

—Breathe…

Taking a slow breath, Subaru pushed aside his frustration.

He knew that the Witch of Greed had a thousand ways to make him flustered.

And he had zero ways to stop her.

—Alright. Let’s focus. Can you describe how you were killed?

He asked the question carefully.

[Four hundred years ago, I was slain by a rampaging Witch of Envy. Afterward, the Divine Dragon sealed me within the tomb to suppress her power. The other Witches likely met the same fate.]

[The ones you encountered in my Dream Citadel—‘Pride,’ ‘Wrath,’ ‘Sloth,’ ‘Gluttony,’ and ‘Lust’—were only remnants, mere spiritual echoes. That’s why they still exist in the Dream Citadel.]

She answered without hesitation, as if there was nothing to hide.

[But, in truth, your intuition was correct. The one who drove me to my death… wasn’t actually the Witch of Envy.]

—Then who was it?

A sense of unease stirred within Subaru.

He was close. He could feel it.

[The Melancholy Warlock—Hector.]

[During the Witch of Envy’s rampage, he played a mysterious role. His strength was immeasurable. For reasons unknown, he launched a direct attack on me—he was one of the primary causes of my death.]

[The first Roswaal fought him and suffered grievous injuries.]

[So yes, Subaru—you were right to suspect something was amiss.]

[My memories also say I was killed by the Witch of Envy’s rampage… but I can’t shake the feeling that Hector played an extremely significant role.]

[If the story of our world were a novel, perhaps he would be the true final boss.]

The revelation made Subaru’s mind race.

He gave a subtle nod in acknowledgment before shifting his focus to another pressing concern.

—How do I retrieve the memories stolen by the Witch Cult’s ‘Gluttony’?

[Simple. Kill him.]

[No ability persists beyond death. The moment the Sin Archbishop of Gluttony dies, the memories he consumed will be restored to their rightful owners.]

—Then it’s settled.

Subaru didn’t even flinch at her words.

Though the Witch’s phrasing was… questionable, his expression was resolute.

This was only a fragment of the truth.

This was only one Witch’s perspective.

But even so, his conviction grew stronger.

—I will save them.

—All of them.

—Including you, Echidna.

[I eagerly await that day… My dear Subaru-kun.]

Her voice was soft, elegant—like the chime of a wind bell.

A whisper that lingered in Subaru’s heart, resonating gently within him.

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T/N: Volume 4 ends!

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