"Amazing! Master Master! You're truly amazing!"
The accompanying staff member eagerly picked up the white shirt Mahito had thrown to the side and handed it to him, like an old eunuch serving an emperor.
Jogo nodded with satisfaction.
"A good start, Immortal Master. Now your name should be well-known, right?"
Hanami spoke with a steady voice in agreement.
Mahito casually put on the white shirt the staff member handed him.
His body bore no scars; in that intense fight, he hadn't been hit effectively even once.
Now that he had put the white shirt back on, he returned to being an ordinary-looking college student.
"It's still early. I need even greater fame," he said.
Jogo voiced his doubt.
"Aren't the Curse Users brought by Uraume enough?"
"Kenjaku is a rat in the gutter; he lacks the courage to face the sun," Mahito said indifferently.
"But for me to become the sun, I must face countless challenges."
"This is what a King should face, whether it be praise, humility, or blessings; whether it be hostility, killing intent, or conspiracy."
"A lord should meet everything with radiance, not like a rat hiding in a sewer, drinking sewage and feeling smug."
"Are you going to part ways with him?" Jogo said coldly.
"No, the Binding Vow is absolute," Mahito replied.
"Before overturning the current jujutsu world, we cannot move against each other."
"He has his plans, and I promised to help him with all my strength once—and only that once."
"As for you... since you have other options, there's naturally no need to follow his orders."
"What about Tengen and Gojo Satoru?" Jogo asked.
"That matter will depend on Kenjaku," Mahito shrugged.
"Since I know the enemy is powerful, I won't go rushing in to get beaten."
"Since Uraume has a way, let him figure it out himself."
"As for whether to cooperate, the decision is in our hands."
Jogo nodded thoughtfully.
"Setting aside Tengen, who is walking the path of a god... perhaps we could pull Gojo Satoru into our camp?"
Hanami voiced agreement.
"Are you joking?" Mahito's voice was slightly distorted.
Jogo said as if it were a matter of course, "Immortal Master, your ability can make a Sorcerer go further and achieve evolution."
"This is an undeniable blessing."
"Who could refuse a 'blessing'?"
"No one, no one would refuse such a blessing, and Gojo Satoru will be no exception."
Mahito snapped his head back to look at Jogo and Hanami.
These two intellectual Cursed Spirits were completely excited.
In their minds, the option of Gojo Satoru refusing didn't even exist, right?
Because Mahito's ability could make a Sorcerer evolve, no Jujutsu Sorcerer could refuse such a good thing.
In their thoughts, Gojo Satoru wouldn't either, so they could easily win him over...
Well, one could only say this fit Mahito's stereotype of Jogo and Hanami's intelligence.
Mahito said with difficulty, "Regardless, without my order, you are not allowed to contact Gojo Satoru."
"Even if Kenjaku speaks in flowery terms, it's not allowed. Understand?"
Jogo wanted to say more, but he swallowed his words and shook his head regretfully.
"It seems Gojo Satoru doesn't have the fortune to enjoy evolution," he said.
Hanami also shook her head and sighed in regret.
Mahito remained expressionless, only feeling mentally exhausted.
Why do you think Gojo Satoru would naturally become our companion just because I can evolve him?
Others don't know what this evolution is about, but can I not know it myself?
The so-called evolution was actually adjusting the Soul so that the Sorcerer's body reached the level of a genius in the traditional sense.
After all, the physical structure of a genius follows a pattern.
Physical coordination, the muscle's compatibility with Cursed Energy flow, the speed of extracting Cursed Energy from negative emotions, control over one's own emotions, neural reflex speed, the brain's understanding of the Cursed Energy core, or the capacity to store Cursed Energy within the body, and so on.
As long as one can perfectly replicate a genius's body and then perform fine adjustments to the individual's Soul, they can naturally become a genius in the broad sense.
But this mass-produced genius can at most reach the limit of a Grade 1 Sorcerer; beyond that, they must rely on their own ability and effort.
Because Mahito doesn't have a Special Grade Sorcerer Soul template at all, he has no idea how to tune someone to become a Special Grade Sorcerer!
If Kenjaku would open up his Soul and let him examine it recklessly, he might actually be able to mass-produce Special Grade Sorcerers, but he knew that was impossible.
He was able to mass-produce Grade 1 Sorcerers only because when he first made a Binding Vow with Kenjaku, he touched Kenjaku's Soul slightly, which gave him an idea of the direction for a Sorcerer's progress.
But that bit of insight had already been exhausted during this time; he needed a further 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 Sorcerer, making even Jogo, Hanami, and even Kenjaku not doubt it at all—
—Don't look down on Grade 1 Sorcerers!
Do you think Grade 1 Sorcerers are as common as cabbage?
On the contrary, excluding the exceptionally gifted Special Grade 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. Immortal Master, 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 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. Immortal Master?"
As a long-term employee here, although his Sorcerer talent was insufficient, he knew quite a lot.
He was very clear about matters regarding a Sorcerer's Innate Technique.
"I'll give him two days," Mahito said indifferently.
"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 Sorcerer to see the outline of their own Soul.
Once a 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 Sorcerer, there was no better blessing than this.
It would inevitably make Awasaka Jiro's power stronger, his understanding of his own Innate Technique a level deeper, 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.