Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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“Rule Three: Given your somewhat rude behavior, you are punished by having to copy the ‘Millennial History of the Spellcasting World’ over there one hundred times. You are not allowed to leave until you finish.” She pointed to a row of massive books on the bookshelf that were as thick as bricks.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

He looked at the woman, at the "kind" smile on her face, and then at the row of massive volumes that could crush a person. In his twenty-eight years of life, for the first time, he felt a sense of absurdity, like "a scholar encountering a soldier, unable to reason with him"... no, it was more like "a top student encountering a test-maker, only able to accept his bad luck."

He couldn't win. The opponent's fighting style was completely beyond his comprehension.

Run? This is his territory; he can't even use his spells here. How can he run?

Does he really have to copy books here? Does Gojo Satoru have no shame?

Just as he was facing the biggest crisis of his life, a crisp snap of fingers rang out in the "study".

Snapped.

The entire library space, along with the still lingering "Boundless Void" outside, seemed to freeze in time, like an image that had been paused.

Zhou Ye walked in leisurely, ignoring all the "rules" set by Kasumigaoka Utaha. He first patted Utaha's head approvingly, as if encouraging a child who had scored 100 points.

"Good job, very creative. But a lesson is enough, don't actually let him copy books, we still need him as a messenger."

Then, he walked up to Gojo Satoru, who was completely unable to move, and looked him over with great interest.

"How do you feel, Mr. Gojo? After experiencing what it's like to go from the strongest to an ordinary person, have you gained any new perspectives on this world?"

Satoru Gojo was unable to speak or move, but his eyes held an unprecedented complexity. There was shock, resentment, and confusion, but above all, a bewilderment born from the collapse of his worldview.

Zhou Ye smiled and snapped his fingers again.

Snapped.

All the domains have disappeared.

The library and the vast universe vanished like a dream. The group returned to the ravaged grounds of the juvenile academy.

Gojo Satoru gasped for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat. He immediately checked his body; his cursed power had returned to normal, and [No Boundaries] had reopened. But that familiar feeling of absolute safety was gone forever.

He looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, the woman who had just manipulated him so easily, now standing obediently behind Zhou Ye like a little girl seeking praise. Zhou Ye, the man who had only watched from beginning to end, was the truly unfathomable being.

"What... exactly do you want to do?" Gojo Satoru's voice was a little hoarse. He put aside all his pride and probing, and asked the most crucial question.

"As I just said, we are a new property management company."

Zhou Ye's tone remained calm.

"This world (building) has too much junk (cursed spirits), the circuits (rules) are severely outdated, and there's a group of old landlords who only know how to collect rent but do no work."

(High-ranking sorcerer) ...So, we've come.

He reached out his hand, as if to grasp the entire Tokyo under the night sky in his hands.

"What we need to do is very simple. First, clean up all the trash, which means exorcising all the cursed spirits on Earth. Second, recycle all the dangerous items, which are the top-grade cursed objects and Sukuna fingers you have. Third, and most importantly..."

His gaze became as deep as an abyss.

"We need to re-lay the cables and upgrade the entire system. We want to ensure that this world will no longer have bugs called Cursed Spirits."

These words struck like a thunderbolt in the minds of Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, and even Iji Tomo.

Eradicate the cursed spirit?

That's a calamity that has plagued humanity since the dawn of negative emotions. Countless sorcerers have sacrificed their lives, only managing to exorcise it piecemeal, like treating the symptoms but not the root cause. And this person actually claims to be solving the problem at its source...?

"This is impossible……"

Fushiguro Megumi murmured unconsciously.

“It’s impossible for you. For us, it’s just a project that will take a little time to complete,” Zhou Ye corrected.

He looked at Gojo Satoru and extended the final olive branch.

"Gojo Satoru, you are a very interesting variable. Your power and your thoughts make you stand out from those decaying old oranges. You try to change the world, but your way is too slow and too gentle."

"Now, a new era is about to begin. You can choose to continue guarding your dilapidated old house until it is completely swept away by the tide of time. Or..."

A meaningful smile appeared on Zhou Ye's face.

"...Join us and become one of the founders of the new world. Of course, the position isn't management; at most, you'd be a senior construction team leader." 5.9

After saying that, he ignored Gojo Satoru, who was deep in thought, and turned to leave with the girls.

"Oh, right," Kasumigaoka Utaha said, turning back to Gojo Satoru with a devilish smile before leaving.

"Wu Tiao-kun, I'll compile your surgical procedure analysis report and improvement suggestions and send them to you. Remember to check your email, you're welcome."

As soon as the words were spoken, the figures of the group turned into faint streams of data and disappeared without a trace.

Only Gojo Satoru remained, standing quietly amidst the ruins under the moonlight.

He looked down at his hands, then looked up in the direction where the group had disappeared. In his mind, on one side were the corrupt and stubborn higher-ups, on the other side was the resolute figure of his close friend Xia Youjie, and now, there was another mysterious organization, too powerful to comprehend, claiming to "reshape the world."

"Heh...hehe...hahahaha!"

He suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with helplessness, relief, and a hint of... unprecedented excitement.

"Eradicating cursed spirits? Changing the world? A top-tier construction team leader?"

He removed his blindfold, revealing a pair of azure "six eyes" that seemed to hold the sky and the ocean within them.

"Things are getting... more and more interesting!"

Chapter 339 Old Moth Deng's Naive Proposal

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the ruins of the juvenile detention center, coating the broken walls with a cold, silvery edge.

Gojo Satoru stood still for a long time. The frivolity and mockery of the past had vanished from his azure "six eyes," replaced by a deep calm as if a storm of information was being processed.

Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki helped each other as they carefully approached. They looked at their teacher, the invincible symbol in their hearts, who now exuded an aura of confusion they had never seen before.

"Teacher... are you alright?" Kugisaki Nobara's voice was a little hoarse. The battle just now had completely overturned her understanding of "power." That was no longer the realm of magic; it was a god rewriting the heavenly laws.

"Good? How could it be bad?" Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed. He bent over again, placed his hands on his knees, and laughed so hard that he was doubled over, his shoulders shaking. "It couldn't be better! I was beaten to a pulp, even my most proud area was treated as spam, and in the end I even received an offer for a senior construction team leader position... Haha, when has my life ever been so exciting?"

His laughter echoed through the empty ruins, sounding less like joy and more like a cathartic release of complete self-destruction.

Fushiguro Megumi remained silent, simply watching him. He knew that his teacher's inner world was far from as relaxed as he appeared. The shock of having one's power system utterly negated at its very foundation was enough to shatter the resolve of any strong individual. Gojo Satoru's ability to laugh was proof of his mental fortitude.

After laughing enough, Gojou Goshin stood up and let out a long sigh of relief. He habitually reached into his pocket, intending to call Principal Yagami to report this disastrous ordeal, but instead pulled out a bent, deformed metal lump with its screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue in disdain. Clearly, the indiscriminate attack from [He] had also destroyed his precious phone.

His gaze shifted to Fushiguro Megumi beside him, and he extended his hand, saying in a matter-of-fact tone, "Megumi, can I borrow your phone?"

Fushiguro Megumi expressionlessly took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over. He was already used to his teacher's occasional eccentricities.

Gojo Satoru took the phone, skillfully dialed a number, and directly called Masamichi Yagura, the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

The phone rang a few times before being answered. Night Moth's calm and serious voice came through the receiver: "Is this Fukuro? What's up so late? How's the mission going?"

"Yo, Principal Nightmoth, it's me!" Gojo Satoru greeted him in his signature lighthearted tone.

The man on the other end of the phone, Yae Masamichi, was clearly taken aback for a moment, then his tone became stern: "Wu? How come you're using Fukuro's phone? Where's your own? What are you up to now? Didn't I tell you not to disturb the students while they were on their mission?"

"Oh, don't worry about the details." Gojo Satoru's tone sounded like a primary school student making a prank call. "My own phone was accidentally damaged in the battle and turned into a very unique postmodern work of art. So, I just wanted to share some... funny things that happened tonight with you."

"Interesting story?" Masamichi Yagami frowned. He knew Gojo Satoru all too well; anything this guy described as an "interesting story" usually meant huge trouble. "Get to the point."

“Okay, okay,” Gojo cleared his throat, his tone becoming slightly more serious. “To make a long story short. First, Zenin Maki has dropped out.”

Moth said, "...What?"

"She joined a mysterious organization that calls itself the Council, and it seems she's determined to sever ties with the Zen Institute family and the entire sorcery world. Oh, by the way, both of her sisters are now in that organization."

A long silence fell on the other end of the phone; Moth Masamichi seemed to be processing the information. A student, the daughter of a Zen family, dropping out of school and joining an organization of dubious origin—this in itself was a major event that could cause a stir among the higher-ups.

"The second piece of news," Gojo Satoru dropped a bombshell before giving him much time to think, "I've clashed with people from that organization."

"You made a move?" Moth's voice rose instantly. "And the result? Who was the opponent? How strong were they?"

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, seemingly considering his words. He couldn't very well say, "I was utterly humiliated by someone who altered the rules of reality," could he? If he said that, Moth would most likely think he'd lost his mind.

"Hmm... how should I put it?" Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then stated in an as objective tone as possible, "Let me put it this way, I lost. I lost completely, without any suspense. I was suppressed from beginning to end, and even my domain was broken on the spot. Then she used her domain to lock me up in confinement."

"..."

This time, the silence on the other end of the phone lasted even longer. So long that Gojo Satoru even thought the signal had dropped. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen; the signal was full.

"Hey? Old man? Are you still listening? Are you getting old and your heart can't take the shock?"

“Gojo Satoru.” Masamichi Yagura’s voice rang out again, but this time, it was filled with disbelief and a hint of suppressed anger. “This is not the time for jokes. Say it again, you lost?”

“Yeah, I lost.” Gojo Satoru’s tone was as relaxed as if he were saying, “I had curry for dinner.” “I lost to a woman who looked like a literary girl, and her weapon was a book. My ‘No Limits’ was no different from paper in front of her. My ‘Azure’ and ‘Hell’ were easily neutralized by her. My ‘Boundless Void’ was described by her as a pretty area with common taste, and then she covered it up with an area called ‘My Study’.”

With each sentence Wu Tiao Wu spoke, the breathing on the other end of the phone became heavier.

Masamichi Yagami felt a throbbing pain in his temples. He preferred to believe that Satoru Gojo was drunk and talking nonsense, or that he was making some kind of extremely malicious joke.

Who is Gojo Satoru? The strongest sorcerer of the modern era. His "no limits" and "six eyes" are the cornerstone of the balance in the world of sorcery. He said he lost? Or did he lose to an unheard-of woman who uses books as weapons?

This is even more outrageous than hearing that cursed spirits can chant scriptures.

"Wu, I'm warning you one last time, stop this ridiculous joke right now!" Night Moth Masamichi's voice had taken on a roaring tone.

“Principal Yagami, I’m not lying.” Gojo Satoru’s tone finally turned serious, and the oppressive aura of the strongest man made Yagami Masamichi’s heart skip a beat, even through the telephone line. “Every word I said is true. If you don’t believe me, you can send someone to the juvenile academy to investigate immediately. The terrain here has changed slightly, which should explain something. But please note, I strongly suggest you don’t send ordinary people.”

He paused, then added, "The leader of the other side seems to be an even more unfathomable being. He also has a little girl by his side who can directly observe the essence of souls or magical power. They possess a power system that we don't understand at all, especially spatial technology. Any conventional surveillance and tracking methods are probably just a joke in front of them. If anyone else is coming, they'd better stay far away and just watch with binoculars."

Moth Master fell completely silent.

He could hear the seriousness in Gojo Satoru's tone, an unprecedented solemnity that forced him to begin to believe this absurd fact.

Gojo Satoru... he really lost.

Zenin Maki... actually joined that organization.

A mysterious organization, surpassing even the strongest sorcerers of the modern era, suddenly appeared in Tokyo.

The shock of this news left even the seasoned principal of Nightmoth School, who had seen countless storms, feeling momentarily at a loss. He felt as if the very foundation of the entire sorcery world had been violently shaken tonight.

He sat in his office, his mind racing, trying to find a reasonable solution to this unexpected incident. After a long while, he seemed to have thought of something, and slowly spoke in a tone that was somewhat tentative and somewhat whimsical:

"Wu... do you think it's possible... for us to recruit them and have them come to our college as... teachers?"

"what?"

Gojo Satoru stood there, phone in hand, completely stunned. He stared at the screen in disbelief, as if trying to see through it to see if 957 Night Moth Masamichi's head had been devoured by a cursed spirit.