"Divine Doctor" Shinji, with exceedingly superb (painfully clumsy) skills, completed a large-scale human stitching surgery for his "patient," Hidan.
The entire procedure could be described as a miracle in the history of dicine!
Truly—one dared to stitch, and the other dared to be stitched!
It vividly highlighted the harmonious bond of trust between doctor and patient.
Despite there being no anesthesia throughout—just hard stitching.
And aside from the post-op discoveries that the two arms weren't the sa length, the legs had been attached in reverse positions, and an extra piece—suspiciously resembling an appendix but actually no one knew what it was—had been left on the outside… it could be said that everything went extrely, exceptionally smoothly!
The patient imdiately expressed intense gratitude. Eyes red, he clutched the doctor's hand and refused to let go, insisting on giving the doctor a gift—refusal was not an option.
As he spoke, he "tremblingly" pulled a black spear from his robes and placed (pressed) it against Doctor Shinji's neck.
Then, in a gentle and affectionate tone, he asked,
"Is it still possible for to stab you to death right now?"
Doctor Shinji shook his head and comforted him.
"I understand how you're feeling right now, but this is all part of my duty. So hurry up and put that thing away—wouldn't it look bad if soone saw?"
With that, he firmly pushed the other party's "gift" back.
After several rounds of back-and-forth pushing and pulling, Hidan—whose wounds had just been stitched—ultimately failed to deliver his "sincere feelings."
Because Doctor Shinji, citing the patient's need for proper rest, directly tied up the Hidan who wanted to stab him and dragged him away…
"Akagi Shinji! I ×&%￥#@… mmmph! Mmm!"
"Phew. Finally so peace and quiet."
After stuffing sothing into Hidan's mouth, Shinji nodded in satisfaction.
Soon after, he returned outside.
Shinji imdiately raised an eyebrow.
Did he rember the [Perfect Perfu] he had buried underground before going in?
This was originally a backup plan he'd prepared for himself—though in the end, he hadn't needed to use it.
Well, not that it was completely unused.
At the very least, it had helped him avoid quite a bit of trouble.
Around a dozen cursed spirits had been blocked here, with two or three unlucky ones directly sucked dry.
When Shinji dragged Hidan out, what he saw was a mass of wildly dancing black hair, sealed tightly over the entrance, preventing the cursed spirits outside—who were eyeing the place hungrily—from breaking in.
Though they were just fodder, in that situation it was hard to say whether their intrusion might have caused unforeseen complications.
With a thought, Shinji controlled the sea of black hair to rapidly retract.
Soon, only a single strand remained outside. "Little Black" swayed gently like seaweed stained with ink, softly undulating its "graceful" body. From ti to ti, it secretly brushed against the back of Shinji's hand.
As if currying favor—or perhaps testing its master's mood.
Shinji smiled and stroked it twice.
"Well done. I'll let you co out more often in the future. For now, head back."
Seemingly understanding the praise, "Little Black" imdiately retreated underground with a hint of "shyness."
Though it only possessed rudintary instincts, "Little Black" was still sowhat "smarter" than ordinary cursed objects.
Bending down, Shinji retrieved the [Perfect Perfu], tossed away the blood rope in his hand, and slamd the executioner's blade he'd been carrying on his shoulder into the ground.
"The one inside is already dead. Now it's your turn."
The cursed spirits surrounding him—who had been watching intently—suddenly stiffened and instinctively stepped back half a pace.
Because they, too, sensed it.
That terrifying pressure… was gone!
They imdiately wanted to flee.
But when they saw the wounds and bloodstains covering the human's body, along with his pale, sickly complexion, they hesitated.
Perhaps what this terrifying human said was true—but after such a brutal battle, his condition surely wasn't good either.
Otherwise, why bother talking so much? Why not just kill them all directly?
With that thought, they found themselves caught in a dilemma.
If they ran now, once this human recovered, death would still be inevitable.
But if they didn't run, it ant a desperate struggle—one that would definitely co at a heavy cost.
So the question beca—
Who would step up first to test him?
"Xi xi xi xi~"
A strange mask painted with patterns drifted forward.
As one of the few Grade 1 cursed spirits present, Laughing Face took the lead.
It wasn't for any noble reason—she simply believed that even if she lost, she could still retreat safely.
In an instant, the eerie laughter rang out again. Accompanied by it, the strange mask in the air began to split continuously.
One beca two.
Two beca four.
Four beca eight!
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred smiling masks filled the sky, as if blotting out the heavens themselves, exerting imnse pressure.
Then they launched their attack toward Shinji on the ground.
At first, Shinji felt a bit tense.
After all, his condition really wasn't great—his usable cursed energy and blood reserves were both running low.
But once the exchange began, his expression quickly turned strange.
Because these smiling masks were just… too weak!
If one had to compare, aside from being able to fly, they were utterly useless—worse even than the spiky furball that shot steel needles earlier.
Shinji could casually split them in half with a single swing of his blade. It felt like they were literally here just to be fed to him.
The only regret was that killing them yielded no cursed soul points. Likely because they were split bodies—the main body had to be slain.
Under normal circumstances, if Shinji were especially bored, he could probably spend an entire day playing "Whack-a-Mask."
But right now, it was obvious these cursed spirits were trying to exhaust him.
So he didn't hold back.
After confirming that the flying masks had no other abilities, Shinji planted his blade into the ground, raised a hand, released the blood rope binding Hidan, then brought both hands together—compressing the blood into his palms.
"Blood Manipulation Technique — Supernova!"
Bang!
Aid at the sky, the compressed blood erupted like a shotgun blast, unleashing terrifying area-wide destruction!
In a single strike, it was as if dumplings were raining from the sky—countless shattered mask monsters plumted downward.
At the sa ti, Shinji finally locked onto the true body.
Only one mask made a different sound when injured—distinct from all the split bodies.
Shinji stomped the ground hard, borrowing the explosive force to shoot straight into the air.
But just then, the mask—seemingly attempting to escape—let out another strange laugh.
All remaining masks surged forward at once, forming a wall in front of Shinji.
Shinji silently circulated his cursed energy, recalling those precious experiences engraved in his body and mind…
"Black Flash!"
A ferocious punch, carrying thunderous montum, slamd forward—trailing terrifying black sparks!
BOOM!
Unstoppable.
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