I will attack as a player!

Chapter 68 Touching 5 Ways of Satoru

The other two elements are also easy to understand.

The target of the spell, that is, the object that is affected when the spell is activated, can be anything. The specific choice depends on the target, but it can only be something within Chu Wuji's line of sight or something he can sense. Anything outside the sensing range is not allowed.

The target of the effect is the objective after the spell is activated. For example, if Chu Wuji throws a punch, the target of the effect could be the force or speed of Chu Wuji's punch, or the spell power or physical strength consumed during the use.

All three elements are indispensable; only when all three elements are present can the spell be activated.

Chu Wuji sat and rested for a while, and only got up again when his strength gradually recovered.

A craving for blood welled up inside him.

"I inherited the Demon King's base stats and passive abilities, but why was Blood Demon Art banned for me?"

During the battle with the cursed spirit, Chu Wuji also discovered that his body also possessed the regenerative abilities of a ghost and superhuman basic stats. He even brought over the passive abilities of [Seed of Ghost King] and [Physical Transformation], but he couldn't use the Blood Ghost Technique.

As expected, system bugs are not so easy to exploit.

After waiting for a while, Chu Wuji finally saw the two people he was waiting for.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Looking back, Zenin Maki was standing in the distance, carrying a Guan Dao (a type of halberd), with a somewhat frightened Otsukotsu Yuuta hiding behind her.

"It really is this timeline."

"Shouldn't you state your name before asking someone's identity?" Chu Wuji turned around, his crimson eyes carrying a faint sense of pressure.

"..." Zenin Maki was silent for a moment before finally speaking: "Zenin Maki, a second-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High School."

"A vocational college?" Chu Wuji's eyes revealed a hint of strangeness.

"Since you know about the high school, you should also know that our current teacher is Gojo Satoru, right?" To protect herself, Zenin Maki chose to reveal Gojo Satoru's name.

As for the Zen monastery family... let's not mention them.

"No, I haven't heard of this school before, but since it's a vocational college, it must be quite difficult for you to find a job in the future."

"Ah, indeed, a high school sounds like..." Yuta Otsukoshi, hiding behind Maki Zenin, scratched his face.

"Damn it!" Zenin Maki, feeling discriminated against because of her educational background, had veins throbbing on her forehead and pointed her knife at Chu Wuji: "We're from a sorcery academy, and the jobs we get afterward pay very well!"

"Do you know how much this knife I'm holding costs?"

"...Isn't that a technical school?"

The scene fell silent for a moment, and just a second before Zenin Maki was about to break down, a flippant voice rang out.

"That's really hurtful. We have government positions, you know."

"Teacher Gojo!"

Gojo Satoru emerged from the ruins, flashing a peace sign next to his eyes at Chu Wuji.

"And a top-tier sorcerer like me earns over a million yen for each mission."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru spun around, spreading his index finger and thumb and resting them under his chin: "So, are you tempted? Do you want to become a successful man like me—handsome, rich, and with a great sense of humor?"

"Hmm... If it were anyone else, I might say it's impossible for them to be handsome, but with you... you could probably catch up to me if you tried hard enough."

"Are you the teacher they were talking about?"

"That's right, I see you have a talent for sorcery. How about becoming my student? I'll personally guide you!"

At this point, Gojo Satoru stepped forward and lifted a corner of his blindfold, revealing a jewel-like blue eye with long white eyelashes. He almost pressed it against Chu Wuji and scanned him up and down for a moment.

"Oh~ This is the first time I've seen someone like you. If those leaders found out, they'd probably sentence you to death. Only becoming my student can save you."

Have you seen through my Ghost King physique?

Chu Wuji raised one finger:

"First of all, I am a foreigner, and my deceased father was a famous philanthropist who I inherited his wealth. Therefore, I should be dealt with through diplomatic channels. You have no right to sentence me to death."

Chu Wuji raised his second finger: "Secondly, as a teacher, your language is frivolous, you have dyed hair and wear an eye patch. I doubt whether you even have the most basic teaching qualification certificate."

"My current school is Kaisei High School, with a deviation score of 78. It is the top private high school in the country, and it has consistently ranked first among private schools in terms of the number of students admitted to the University of Tokyo. In addition, I have personally received offers of admission from various universities, including the University of Tokyo."

"You want me to transfer to a vocational college now?"

"..."

"He really is a winner in life. It seems that being a master of sorcery is also... Ouch!" Before Yuta could finish his exclamation, he was hit on the head by Maki Zenin and cried out in pain.

"Can you please read the room? Don't say things you shouldn't!"

"Hmm~ It seems it's indeed difficult to convince you." Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and leaned back against Chu Wuji. "But... according to you, you should be a perfect, fulfilled person, so why are you here now, and fighting with these cursed spirits?"

"You're actually quite looking forward to these extraordinary powers, aren't you? Power and money are nothing compared to the strength of an individual."

At this point, Gojo Satoru smiled again: "Come to the Jujutsu High School. Your talent is definitely not limited to this, and I—the strongest in the world of jujutsu—am the only one who can teach you."

Hooked.

Chu Wuji smiled at the opportune moment: "Deal."

His reversal techniques and subsequent expansion of his domain will still require instruction from Gojo Satoru.

"Huh!" This time it was Gojo Satoru's turn to be surprised: "I thought you were going to say something to test the truth of my title of 'strongest'!"

"I've already figured out how I'll defeat you in the coolest way possible so you'll go buy me daifuku!"

"What's the point of testing this? A sorcerer—yes, that's the word—sorcerers are a secretive organization, so there shouldn't be many of them. It would be easy to find out if they're the strongest. If you're lying to me, I'll just do it right away."

"Hey—you high-achieving student who got into Tokyo University without taking the entrance exam is so boring! Don't you think your youthful spirit has been worn down by studying? What ideals do you still have?"

"Let's have a match! It'll be a contest where you can meet me within five minutes. The loser has to promise the winner something. Come on, come on, come on!"

"...Gojo-sensei, even elementary school students wouldn't fall for that kind of reverse psychology," Zenin Maki retorted.

Chu Wuji ignored Gojo Satoru's madness, simply took out his phone to check the time: "Let's go, I'm here to see how your school is."

"You coward! Are you afraid of me because you don't dare to fight me?!" Gojo Satoru continued to pester him relentlessly.

"Hey." Chu Wuji reached out and gently patted Gojo Satoru's shoulder. "Alright, I won."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment when he felt his shoulder being touched, then his smile became even more unrestrained.

"Your technique, which I've never seen before, is truly interesting!"