### Chapter 20: It Must Have Been Hard for You to Bring So Many People Just to Die
"Those Curse Users? No need to worry."
They were just fodder being delivered to him.
Or rather, Ryota was hoping that more Curse Users with decent strength would come to help fill the current One-Tails panel.
"Is that so?"
Hearing Ryota's words, Kuroi Misato felt slightly relieved.
Since the Young Lady's identity had been discovered, it meant their original dwelling was likely exposed as well.
Curse Users intending to harm the Young Lady would follow one after another.
But at least a powerful existence like Ryota seemed inclined to protect them for now and wouldn't stand by idly.
Although she didn't know how many Curse User attacks he could withstand.
But as long as they waited for the sorcerers sent by Jujutsu High to arrive, they would be truly safe.
According to the intel, the ones sent this time were extremely powerful sorcerers in the entire Jujutsu world.
The sun gradually set in the west, painting the horizon with fiery clouds.
Amanai Riko woke up from her sleep and put on her girl's loungewear.
The clothes she bought in the afternoon had been lost somewhere while fleeing after the Curse User attack.
Walking downstairs, Amanai Riko said to Kuroi Misato with sleepy eyes:
"Misato, *this concubine* is hungry..."
But upon seeing Ryota watching TV in the living room, her voice abruptly disappeared, and her groggy state vanished instantly.
The girl's eyes widened slightly, and a blush instantly surfaced on her face.
Ryota: "?"
*This concubine*... are you sure you don't have *chunibyo*?
Turning his face to look at Amanai Riko, "Are you like Tengen, having lived for thousands of years?"
"N-no... This concubine, I, I just... Ugh!"
Waving her hands in panic, Amanai Riko tried to explain but only got more tongue-tied, causing the blush on her face to deepen.
Although she had a bit of *chunibyo*.
But being exposed in front of Ryota, whom she admired and had a crush on, the girl was quite thin-skinned.
Only when Ryota withdrew his gaze did Amanai Riko quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Ryota-sama, Young Lady, there are no ingredients for cooking at home. I might need to go out and buy some."
At this moment, Kuroi Misato spoke.
"No rush to buy ingredients."
"Eh?"
Kuroi Misato was stunned.
Then she saw Ryota's eyes transform into the Sharingan, his gaze shifting to look outside the detached apartment.
She immediately realized.
"Ryota-sama, are Curse Users here?"
"Yeah, quite a few this time."
Ryota's eyes held a hint of interest.
With dozens of people, could they have mobilized all the members of their organization?
These delivered Curse Users should be able to provide significant filling for the One-Tails panel.
"..."
Hearing Ryota say this, a trace of worry flashed across Kuroi Misato's face.
*Knock knock knock...*
A knock came from the door.
Two seconds later.
**BOOM—**
A violent explosion directly blew open the door and wall. Flames accompanied by a strong shockwave swept towards Ryota and the others.
The ground and furniture along the way were all destroyed by the explosion.
Ryota and the others' figures were also engulfed in the firelight.
When the firelight faded, only thick smoke so dense one couldn't see their fingers remained, shrouding the entire first floor of the apartment.
It drifted out through the broken wall and the window on the other side.
Not far from the apartment stood dozens of Curse Users from the group [Q].
Bayer led Kokun and several other important members with considerable strength to the front of the apartment, ignoring the billowing thick smoke to observe the situation inside.
A teasing voice came from the black smoke and thick fog.
"Knocking before attacking, quite polite of you."
The bodies of several people shook instantly.
Bayer narrowed his eyes, powerful Cursed Energy surging within his body.
A blue light faintly flashed within the dust, and a wind from nowhere blew away the thick smoke.
The intact figures of Ryota and the others entered the vision of the group of Curse Users.
The original floorboards had been destroyed by the explosion, revealing the soil beneath.
This scene extended all the way to Ryota's feet and then stopped abruptly.
As if a protective barrier had completely blocked the explosion in front of Ryota, allowing no further advance.
Even Amanai Riko and Kuroi Misato behind Ryota were unharmed and unaffected.
"..."
Meeting Ryota's pair of crimson eyes, Bayer, standing outside the apartment, felt invisible pressure.
Those eyes seemed capable of making all secrets have nowhere to hide.
However, precisely because he anticipated the protecting sorcerers around the Star Plasma Vessel to be strong, he had brought all the combat members of the organization.
...
"Are you the sorcerer who dealt with Kokun and my brother?"
Bayer looked at Ryota with a strong killing intent in his gaze.
"So, you're here not just for the girl behind me, but also for revenge?"
Ryota felt no aversion to the blood caused by his hands, let alone guilt.
Entering a world of curses and slaughter, such things were inevitable.
To not be trampled underfoot by others, one must step on the piles of others' bones to reach the peak.
This is an unshakable truth in any world.
"Brat, I want you and that Star Plasma Vessel to be buried with my brother!"
Bayer's eyes were cold, and the words coming from under his black mask revealed chilling killing intent.
"You can accept the slaughter you cause, but can't accept others doing the same? Are you a child who hasn't graduated from kindergarten?"
Ryota said with hands in his pockets, not without sarcasm.
Curse Users and Jujutsu Sorcerers used basically the same means like techniques. The difference lay in the fact that Curse Users' hands were inevitably stained with many human lives.
Thus, they were judged as evil Jujutsu Sorcerers by the Jujutsu Headquarters.
This is what a Curse User is.
"Kill him!"
Bayer's eyes widened, filled with bloodshot veins.
His expression revealed hideousness and madness.
"Those two grains of sand seemed to say the same thing before they died."
Ryota walked slowly towards Bayer and the others standing outside the broken wall.
The corners of his mouth turned up, his Sharingan flickering with bloody and ominous light.
"However, bringing so many people to deliver yourselves to my doorstep as a pre-meal entertainment program... It must have been hard for you."
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