Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 317 Counterproductive

The wound on the palm of his hand healed rapidly using the reversal technique, without even a trace of a scar left.

I lowered my eyes and slowly wiped the blood from my fingertips with my sleeve.

I threw the noose into the corner, and it rolled twice on the ground, making a dull sound.

After a brief but long silence.

"Pfft."

I pressed my forehead and couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

Then the sound became louder and louder, even drowning out the sound of birds chirping not far away.

“Hahahaha…hahahahahaha!!!”

The lasso paused, with an expression of observation and thought, and asked, "Are you...reflecting on your last breath? Or have you been driven crazy?"

“Sorry.” I waved my hands, still feeling extremely absurd and funny at this moment, “It’s not that. It’s not a flash of life, nor is it madness.”

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing." I shook my head, suppressed the corners of my mouth that were crazily raised, and explained, "I'm laughing. You guys almost succeeded."

"I almost died."

"……what?"

The wind around stopped, and the world suddenly became so quiet that no sound could be heard.

"Well, since you're asking sincerely, I'll tell you." I paced slowly in front of him and said kindly, "Actually, I had this plan before you showed up today."

I don't feel any meaning, I resent the world and myself, I hate struggling in endless despair, and I'm tired of my efforts not being reciprocated.

So, after resolving the hidden dangers of the original work, saying goodbye to everyone, and finding a beautiful and Feng Shui location, I planned to leave.

Who would have thought that this guy would come to our door and actually help us so much.

People say Jay is a stubborn donkey who likes to get stuck in a rut, but in the end, I am the same.

"It's because of your appearance." I let out a long sigh, wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and said, "I just realized how funny it was to try to commit suicide before."

"When you come close to me, I don't want to die at all. Do you think this is counterproductive?"

"Oh?" Lu Suo raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't want to die again?"

"Yes, that's right." I said, "There really are gods in this world. I never believed in them before."

If I had been told about this thing earlier, would I have been depressed for so long?

But now think about it, that world has monsters, and this world has cursed spirits, so it seems reasonable to have multiple gods.

I walked back and forth in front of him with brisk steps, and said excitedly, "What? It turns out that guy hates me."

"You don't care?"

"No, I care. But do you think I should be emotionally hurt, wronged, and sad to death?" I blinked, jumped up and rolled over the body of the noose, and asked, "I told you that, right?"

Sousou: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Being looked down upon by people like you makes me really, really unhappy." I stepped hard on his back and kicked him a few more times to vent my anger, saying, "Why do you think this can hurt me?"

"It's a long story, and the main idea is that the people around me met with misfortunes because of me, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I thought so before." I nodded and analyzed with my chin pressed, "I think if it wasn't for me, no one would die."

He didn't say anything, and I was too excited to pay attention to him.

"But if you think about it carefully, the culprit is obviously that god."

That petty, bad-tempered and mentally ill god.

"In other words, as long as we get rid of that thing, this endless cycle will end completely, right?"

Forgive me for not having the slightest sense of awe.

I was wondering why I was always unlucky. It turns out there was something behind the scenes.

Hearing these words, there was no change in Zuosuo's expression.

Instead, the wind speed in the air was accelerating rapidly, the dark clouds in the sky were getting denser and denser, and a light rain began to fall quickly, hitting the body drop by drop, as if someone in the sky was angry.

"You see, I said he was narrow-minded, had a bad temper, and was mentally ill." I said, pointing to the sky.

The wind blew louder and the rain pattered on my head.

The soles of my shoes didn't feel very good when they stepped on the wet dust, but I didn't care. I analyzed to myself, "I was already so angry, but I just protected you and didn't come to kill me. I guess I was restrained by some powerful force."

"I was wondering why your attitude is so contradictory." The heavy burden was lifted at once, and my body felt a little weak. I supported Youyun and stepped on the back of the noose, tilting my head to look at him.

"On the one hand, you have obtained a great deal of detailed information about me. Add to that the cursed spirits that were dug out from who knows where, and you can say that you have a lot of capital. But on the other hand, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are still alive, and I still have Sukuna's power. Even if we take a step back, now is not the best time for you to take action."

"But you did it anyway. Why?"

The noose struggled to break free, but my strength was too great and he was pushed further toward the ground.

"Well, why do you think so?" he asked with difficulty.

"With your character who would rather die than survive, you wouldn't want to do something so risky."

Feeling the joy of switching between offense and defense for the first time, I lowered my head happily and said sarcastically, "The decision is not in your hands at all."

"Because He hates me, He keeps urging you to come and kill me." I said, "Even though you know the success rate is low, you still have to come. Because you survived by relying on God."

"..." The lasso remained silent.

“I don’t know how my existence has offended him.” I suddenly bent down, looked him in the eye, and said angrily, “But if he stands on your side, he is not a good god.”

"They can't wait to unite against me. I must have done something right."

The wind blew violently, this time turning into wind blades that slashed past me, but just like my magic couldn't cause much damage to the noose, it couldn't cut my skin either.

I touched my cheek and found no wound. As expected, He himself could not take the blame.

"It's decided." I pounded my fist into my palm and said, "Whether I have to live 'shamelessly' or risk my life, my goal in life is to fight you to the death."

I have always hated the misery of my life and the fickleness of fate, but the time for self-pity should pass.

There is a wicked god behind them who is still alive and well, so...how can I not take revenge for myself and for them?

"You want me to commit suicide out of sheer despair? Dream on."

I turned my head to look at Nosuo. No, it’s better to look at the god behind him through this face that doesn’t have any notable features. “One day, I will pull you out and destroy you inch by inch. Just wait.”