Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

"Sorry, I need to take this." 

Hayashizaki glanced at his phone. Seeing Ijichi Kiyotaka's name on the screen, he frowned slightly. 

Standing up, he walked a short distance away to an empty area before answering. 

"What is it?" 

"It's an emergency mission. Shinjuku has been hit by a large-scale terrorist attack by curse users. We need your immediate support. The payment is negotiable." 

Ijichi Kiyotaka kept it short and to the point. 

"Understood." 

Hayashizaki hung up. 

When he returned with a serious look on his face, Yukinoshita Yukino had already guessed that something had happened—after all, she had seen the caller's name too. 

Without asking unnecessary questions, the black-haired girl simply said, "I'm going with you." 

"Alright." 

Hayashizaki nodded, then glanced at her yukata. Without hesitation, he exchanged it for a more practical outfit from the system. 

"Follow me." 

Yukinoshita Haruno, ever sharp and observant, immediately understood what was going on. 

They were heading into battle—against those dangerous creatures. 

She was worried, of course. But there was nothing she could do to stop them. 

She could only watch as the two of them left. 

The short-haired woman maintained her usual warm smile, though her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Hikigaya Hachiman. 

Her gaze seemed to ask: "Aren't you going?" 

Hikigaya Hachiman, a master at reading people, naturally understood that Hayashizaki and Yukinoshita were heading off to exorcise curses. 

To be honest, fighting curses wasn't exactly his strong suit. 

But… 

After weighing the risks of battling curses against the awkwardness of being stuck between Yuigahama Yui and Yukinoshita Haruno, he made a quick decision. 

He'd take his chances with the curses. 

After all, with Hayashizaki around, things probably wouldn't go too badly.

He quietly sent a message to Komachi, hinting for her to find an excuse to get him away from the fireworks festival. He had a mission to take care of. 

Komachi, understanding the urgency, didn't insist on creating more alone time for her big brother and Yui at the festival. Instead, she immediately called him, saying something had come up at home and he needed to return right away. 

"Well, that's how it is." 

Hikigaya Hachiman apologized to the confused girl with the bun hairstyle, then hurried off. 

Among the five of them, only Yuigahama Yui had no idea what was going on. She stared blankly at the bench, which had been lively just moments ago, now suddenly empty except for herself and Yukinoshita Haruno. Haruno was still smiling, but there was a faint trace of helplessness behind it. 

"Um... what just happened?" 

Yuigahama forced a smile, feeling a little awkward and lost. "Why did everyone leave all of a sudden?" 

Did they... not want her around? 

"Well, probably just a coincidence." 

Haruno suddenly felt a sense of shared understanding with the girl. But at least she had the advantage of knowing the truth. 

She spoke softly, "That's just how life is. Sometimes, things happen whether we like it or not." 

The fireworks continued to bloom in the night sky, casting colorful lights onto Haruno's delicate features. The heat of the fireworks seemed to seep through the air, cracking her usual mask and revealing a fleeting sense of loneliness, adding a touch of fragility to her presence. 

But Haruno quickly pulled herself together and smiled again. 

"Yuigahama-chan, would you mind watching the fireworks with me?" 

"Ahaha, of course not!" 

After Haruno's reassurance, Yuigahama felt much better and responded with a cheerful smile. 

Meanwhile, Hikigaya Hachiman had caught up with Hayashizaki and Yukinoshita Yukino, who had left earlier. 

Yukino had already changed into the casual clothes Hayashizaki had given her—a light gray hoodie and black athletic pants. Her tied-up hair had been let down and restyled into a high ponytail. 

Her sharp and confident aura was on full display. 

"Oh, you came too?" 

Hayashizaki raised an eyebrow slightly, looking a bit surprised to see Hikigaya catch up. 

"I'm still a sorcerer, even if just a half-baked one." 

Hikigaya didn't have the courage to say what he was really thinking. 

"Then let's go." 

Hayashizaki wrapped an arm around Yukinoshita Yukino's waist, while his other hand grabbed Hikigaya by the armpit—making the difference in treatment painfully obvious. 

The three of them disappeared in an instant. The busy pedestrians around them never even noticed.

Shinjuku had become a new kind of hell. 

The curses unleashed by "Suguru Geto" numbered around two thousand—just like the last Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. But this time, they were all concentrated in Shinjuku. Most were Grade 3 to Grade 2, with a considerable number of Grade 1 curses as well. 

This was the result of his own stockpile, combined with the curses he had spent an entire summer gathering. 

The stronger a sorcerer is, the stronger the curses they attract. This natural law of the jujutsu world played perfectly into Suguru Geto's hands, given his ability to control curses. 

The once-bustling streets were now littered with corpses—adults, young people, children. None could escape the overwhelming swarm of curses.

A few grotesque curses roamed the streets. 

Severed limbs were scattered like trash. Rivers of blood flowed toward the sewer drains. The air was thick with the stench of death, a suffocating, nauseating malice lingering over all of Shinjuku. 

During the last Night Parade, which had been orchestrated by Special Grade Sorcerer Suguru Geto, the jujutsu sorcerers had at least been given time to prepare. They had managed to evacuate many civilians and tourists before the attack began. 

But this time, in the short window before the sorcerers could even arrive, the number of civilian casualties had already matched that of the previous Night Parade. 

And that number was still rising. 

"Hey, don't run. Just stand still and let me kill you—it'll be easier that way." 

The blond delinquent, Shigemo Haruta, strolled forward, grinning as he chased after two young women who were fleeing in terror. In his hand was a bizarrely shaped long blade. 

The handle of the blade wasn't made of metal or wood—it was a gray, lifeless human hand. Fingers tightly clasped together, ensuring the weapon could never slip from his grip. 

"You're not gonna escape anyway, so why bother wasting your energy?" 

With a casual flick, he tossed the blade forward. 

It spun through the air, whistling as it cut through the wind, before embedding itself in the pavement right in front of the two women. 

The sharp clang of metal hitting the ground made them freeze in their tracks. 

"Aahh!!" 

The two clung to each other, turning around to plead desperately. 

"T-Please! We'll do anything, just let us go!" 

"Hmm, what should I do?" 

He stroked his chin, pretending to think. 

Noticing a sliver of hope, the women's faces lit up. 

They hastily tugged at their skimpy clothes, pulling them down to expose more of their skin. 

But in the very next moment, their hopeful smiles stiffened. Their bodies suddenly collapsed, as if all strength had drained from them. 

Agonizing pain struck. 

Screams of terror and anguish rang out. 

A pool of blood spread beneath them. 

The long blade Haruta had thrown… had started moving on its own. 

With its five fingers acting like legs, it had crawled forward and severed both of their lower legs at the ankles. 

Haruta took his time walking up to them, enjoying the sight of their twisted, pain-wracked expressions. 

The cursed blade leaped back into his hand. 

He raised his arm. 

A second later, the sword came down. 

Blood sprayed, splattering across the pristine glass windows of a nearby storefront. 

The screams stopped. 

Humming a cheerful tune, Haruta spun on his heel and sauntered off, looking for his next prey. 

And elsewhere in Shinjuku, the same horrors unfolded again and again. 

Whether they encountered a curse or a curse user, the outcome was the same—death. 

At this moment, Shinjuku had become a hunting ground for the elite, where humans were nothing more than trapped prey. 

The clouds parted in the night sky, revealing a bright full moon. 

Under the endless slaughter, even the moon seemed to take on a crimson hue.

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