Under the cover of night, Kenjaku walked onto a crude wooden bridge, passed a foul-smelling river, and finally entered a dark village.
Only a few houses in this village had lights on.
Such remote villages had no Brahmins, so the public facilities were, to say the least, very poor.
However, this actually made things easier for Kenjaku.
Because Kenjaku could use Cursed Spirits and Cursed Objects for travel.
Here, if ordinary people saw him riding a Cursed Spirit, not only would no one from Jujutsu Headquarters come to arrest him,
but the ordinary Indian people who saw him flying out of thin air would consider him a Reincarnation of a deity.
Then, inexplicably, he would gain a bunch of followers he could use for experiments.
Looking inside from outside the barrier, all you would see was an ordinary, backward rural village.
But once you entered the barrier, everything in your eyes would undergo a tremendous change.
Many dark corners of the village were covered in large amounts of slime.
Trees, under the influence of an unknown cause, became twisted, casting eerie, chilling shadows.
There were only some domesticated animals in the village; not a single wild animal was present.
This was because the wild animals had fled the village after sensing the unsettling atmosphere.
The barrier Kenjaku set up only served to preserve and absorb Cursed Energy.
It did not restrict the entry or exit of living beings.
However, if humans entered or exited, the barrier would record it and issue an alert.
On one hand, this was to ensure a sufficient number of people within the barrier, and on the other, to prevent outsiders from interfering with his experiments.
Along the way, Kenjaku saw many people lying on the ground, directly asleep.
This included several women and elderly ladies.
Normally, these women and elderly ladies would have been dragged away by now.
After all, besides animals like lizards, sheep, and chickens, Indian people are also merciless towards the elderly.
India itself has reported news of 75-year-old people being assaulted while sleeping in outdoor sheds.
However, this time, no one came to act.
Because most of the villagers were deep in silent sleep.
The few who were not asleep were doing strange things.
A middle-aged man in his thirties was wildly flailing his body towards the center of the village nearby, performing an eerie dance.
Another person was holding a stone, continuously drawing one eye after another on the surrounding walls, trees, and ground.
"Hmm?"
In a lit room in the center of the village.
A boy, with a crazed expression, completely engrossed in carving, caught Kenjaku's attention.
Kenjaku walked behind the boy without any concealment, but the boy showed no sign of turning around.
At this moment, all his attention was focused on the wooden carving in front of him.
The shape of this wooden carving was very bizarre; despite being a newly carved piece,
it exuded an immeasurable sense of ancientness.
The head of the wooden carving was a rotten, octopus-like head, with a large mass of tentacle-like whiskers on its face.
The body somewhat resembled a human torso, but it was covered in octopus tentacles, and numerous eyes appeared on the body and tentacles.
"So that's it, this child has the talent to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but unfortunately, it's useless now."
The boy carving the wooden sculpture had the potential to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
It's just that it had never been discovered before.
Now, under the infection of the hypothetical vengeful spirit, his talent was unearthed.
But similarly, due to the influence of the hypothetical vengeful spirit, this boy had already reached the brink of madness.
He no longer had the value to become Kenjaku's pawn or collection.
"Judging from the villagers' state, the Cursed Spirit here should be nearing completion. I'm really looking forward to it."
Kenjaku smiled and left the room, walking into a dark, damp basement.
This was a basement Kenjaku had dug out after arriving in this village.
For ordinary people, digging a large basement is difficult, but for a Jujutsu Sorcerer with the right methods, it's simple.
Upon entering the basement, Kenjaku snapped his fingers.
Several clumps of eerie green flames appeared.
These flames were weak Cursed Spirits that he had casually caught on the way and beaten into submission.
They were also a byproduct of Kenjaku setting up many barriers here.
The eerie green firelight illuminated the dark, damp basement.
Countless twisted symbols, somewhat resembling hieroglyphs but more like random scribbles, covered the basement.
As he walked, his feet were covered in green slime and numerous strangely shaped "people."
Although these people still retained their human form, their bodies had changed.
Their skin had become slippery, their fingers had turned into octopus tentacles, and their limbs twisted as if they had lost their bones.
They crawled towards the firelight, emitting strange cries for help.
"Has the infection already appeared?"
If nothing unexpected happened, these people would eventually be transformed into mad monsters by the hypothetical vengeful spirit inside.
Kenjaku looked around and found that although the people in the basement had varying forms,
they were generally changing in the same direction.
In other words, they would all eventually turn into one type of monster.
After checking the condition of these villagers, Kenjaku no longer paid attention to their cries for help.
He walked directly to the deepest part of the basement.
There, a figure more than ten meters tall was curled up on an altar.
The figure, overall, resembled an octopus.
But strangely, below the octopus head was a human-like upper body, while the lower body consisted of numerous tentacles.
Many closed eyes could be seen on the octopus tentacles and body.
"So this is what it ultimately grew into."
Kenjaku carefully observed the Cursed Spirit in front of him.
When first considering what kind of hypothetical Cursed Spirit to create,
Kenjaku's first thought was the local myths and legends.
This was because it would give people a stronger direction when imagining, making it easier for the Cursed Spirit to form.
However, because the experimental conditions were good this time, Kenjaku simply conducted experiments from several different angles.
Including local ghosts, foreign monsters, and so on.
And what was being created here was a cthulhu-style Cursed Spirit that he had recently become very interested in.
However, it was clear that the people in this village did not understand cthulhu.
Judging from the appearance of the Cursed Spirit, which had already grown into a Special Grade hypothetical vengeful spirit,
these villagers seemed to have primarily understood the image of cthulhu as tentacles and eyes.
The result was something that even Kenjaku found to be… uniquely shaped.
"Regardless, the experiment here can be considered a success."
Kenjaku walked onto the altar, and the massive Cursed Spirit was collected into a fifteen-centimeter-tall, octopus-shaped Cursed Object.
After wrapping the talisman around the Cursed Object, Kenjaku put it in his pocket.
"From its Cursed Energy, it can be considered a Special Grade Cursed Spirit. I'll keep it for now."
Kenjaku, a thrifty collector, made his decision.
Kenjaku waved his hand, and the eerie green flames suddenly expanded, incinerating all the mutated villagers in the basement.
Then, they transformed back into docile Cursed Spirits, following behind Kenjaku.
"Next time, should I directly send dreams and put the image of the Cursed Spirit directly into these people's minds...?"
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