The Bandaged Cursed Spirit on the wall resembled a rotting mummy, its sickly green eyes fixed on the iron rod in Rin's hand. The split in its abdomen was still dripping foul-smelling saliva.
Rin showed no panic. His Sharingan had long since captured the faint Cursed Energy fluctuations within it. It was merely a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit, which he was capable of handling with his current strength.
But he chose not to engage head-on. Gently rubbing the rust spots on the iron rod, Rin deliberately suppressed the Cursed Energy around him, sitting on the old wooden chair like a statue, without even lifting an eyelid.
In the eyes of a Cursed Spirit, a human who cannot sense Cursed Energy is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Sure enough, it lowered its guard, a flash of greed appearing in its sickly green eyes, and the slit in its abdomen emitted a faint "hissing" sound.
Confirming that Rin "couldn't see" it, the Cursed Spirit suddenly leaped from the wall, its bandages tracing an afterimage in the air as it lunged straight for Rin's nape.
But just as its foot touched the ground, Rin, who had been sitting still, suddenly vanished from the spot!
The blood-red tomoe spun wildly in his pupils. The Sharingan dissected the Cursed Spirit's movements into countless frames. Rin channeled his Cursed Energy, twisted his waist, and swung his arm, making the iron rod trace a sharp arc that smashed heavily onto the Cursed Spirit's head.
"Bang!"
The bandages burst apart instantly, and dark purple Cursed Spirit blood splattered onto the brick wall. The Cursed Spirit was flung away like a broken sack, smashing hard against the wall before crashing heavily to the floor. Its head was dented at a grotesque angle, leaving only the abdominal slit opening and closing futilely, emitting painful wails.
Rin gave it no chance to breathe.
Stepping forward, he raised the iron rod again, delivering one heavy blow after another, infused with Cursed Energy, onto the Cursed Spirit's body. He knew the resilience of Cursed Spirits; even with a crushed head, they could counterattack at any moment if not completely dead.
Only when the Cursed Spirit under the iron rod had completely softened into a puddle of sludge, its dark purple blood soaking the ground, did he stop, panting heavily and shaking his aching arm.
But before he could recover, a tearing pain suddenly shot through his right arm; the preceding flurry of attacks had strained his muscle.
Frowning, Rin squatted down, intending to use his Sharingan to examine the Cursed Spirit's corpse, but a sudden anomaly occurred at that moment!
"What's going on?"
The blood-red Sharingan suddenly began spinning uncontrollably, and a small black vortex actually appeared in the center of the pupil.
The already limited Cursed Energy within Rin instantly drained away like receding tide, while the vortex continued to expand, emitting a powerful suction force that tightly enveloped the Cursed Spirit's corpse on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the Cursed Spirit's corpse was completely devoured by the vortex, leaving not a single drop of blood. The moment the vortex dissipated, Rin suddenly felt a warmth in his eyes. The tomoe in his Sharingan faintly showed the outline of a second one—it was evolving toward Two Tomoe! What surprised him even more was that his depleted Cursed Energy was instantly refilled, his strained right arm no longer hurt, and even the original owner's body, weakened by malnutrition, felt subtly stronger.
"The Sharingan mutated?" Rin was both surprised and delighted. He clearly remembered that the Sharingan in the Naruto World never had the ability to devour Cursed Spirits to evolve. It was clearly a mutation influenced by the Cursed Energy system after arriving in the Jujutsu World.
This mutation completely reversed his situation. Absorbing Cursed Spirits could replenish Cursed Energy, heal injuries, promote the evolution of the Sharingan, and even strengthen his physical body.
As long as he wasn't besieged by a large number of Cursed Spirits, he could completely take the initiative to hunt in this massacre, transforming from prey into a predator.
Meanwhile, on the warehouse roof, Geto Suguru and Miguel had lost their previous composure, both wearing expressions of shock.
"A Cursed Technique activated through the eyes? And it can devour Cursed Spirits to restore oneself?" Miguel took off his sunglasses, his tone filled with excitement. "This kind of Innate Cursed Technique is the first I've ever seen!"
Geto Suguru's gaze was locked onto Rin, the appreciation in his eyes deepening.
"It's more than that. Look, after he absorbed the Cursed Spirit, his Cursed Energy didn't just recover—it subtly increased, and even his physical injuries were healed. This child's talent is higher than I imagined."
The Cursed Energy at his fingertips unconsciously fluctuated. He had already made up his mind: Rin absolutely could not fall into the hands of Jujutsu High. Such talent must become his "family."
Miguel was just about to suggest bringing Rin over, but Geto Suguru stopped him with a raised hand.
"Don't rush. His potential hasn't fully burst forth yet. Let's test him again." As soon as he finished speaking, Geto Suguru activated Cursed Spirit Manipulation, and four Cursed Spirits emitting Grade 3 Cursed Energy fluctuations emerged from the shadows. They did not rush toward Rin, but instead charged toward the warehouse's metal door.
Rin quickly sensed these four streams of Cursed Energy.
His Sharingan swept toward the warehouse, where the old corrugated metal door was banging loudly as something struck it, and the chains on the door rattled heavily. Suppressed crying could faintly be heard inside the warehouse from the students.
A thought sparked in his mind: Rather than hiding here waiting for rescue, it would be better to take advantage of the Cursed Spirits being scattered and actively hunt them.
After all, the entire school was currently filled with low-grade Cursed Spirits of Grade 3 and 4. Even if he encountered multiple Cursed Spirits, he could escape using the cover of the crowd.
Meanwhile, the students hiding inside the warehouse, hearing the commotion outside, were filled with panic, yet they desperately covered their mouths, afraid to make a sound.
Tears of despair streamed from their eyes; they could only pray in their hearts that this metal warehouse would keep the invisible monsters outside.
After a while, the banging suddenly stopped, but the people inside the warehouse dared not relax for a moment and continued to look outside nervously.
It wasn't until a moment later that a girl with a ponytail spoke tremblingly, "Have those things left?"
Her words were immediately interrupted by a student who looked like a punk with dyed yellow hair.
"Shut up, you bitch." His tone was vicious, but his expression was nervous and cautious, trying his best to keep his voice minimal, terrified of attracting those things back.
"Do you want to draw those ghosts back here?"
Hearing the punk's scolding, the girl dared not refute him and could only lower her head, while the others in the warehouse ignored the incident completely, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
Seeing the girl remain silent, the yellow-haired punk became even more arrogant. With a twisted expression, he walked toward the girl, intending to vent all his recent fear.
Just then, a loud "Bang!" was heard, and the window high up on the warehouse wall exploded into shards of glass.
The sudden noise terrified the students, who were already jumpy. The previously arrogant punk, in particular, was now scrambling everywhere, his face pale with panic.
The window was high up, three or four meters above the ground, and very small. When they first hid, no one paid it any mind, thinking those monsters wouldn't be able to enter through it.
But what they didn't know was that the Cursed Spirits they faced this time could fly.
Instantly, the screams of two students in the crowd were cut short. Their faces were frozen in terror as a bloody slit suddenly appeared on their necks, severing their heads from their bodies.
Blood sprayed like a fountain, splashing everywhere, yet the two heads were nowhere to be seen, as if they had been swallowed whole by something.
Two lives vanished instantly, yet no one could even see the shadow of the monster.
Some tried to escape the warehouse, but the chains on the door were wrapped too tightly. No matter how they pulled and tore at them, they couldn't open the door.
This warehouse had now become a dining hall for the Cursed Spirits.
Just when danger peaked, a dark shadow flashed in through the narrow window. He moved with ghost-like speed, twisting his body in mid-air, his blood-red Sharingan instantly taking in the scene inside the warehouse.
In that single instant, everyone present, both Cursed Spirits and students, focused their gaze on Rin.
"Nobody move!"
Rin's shout broke the chaos inside the warehouse.