Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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"I need to make a phone call."

He said.

Zhou Ye nodded and made a "please go ahead" gesture.

Gojo Satoru walked to a corner of the monitoring room, took out his phone, and dialed that familiar number. The others in the room wisely didn't listen, each busy with their own affairs, but their attention was still diverted to him subtly.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and the steady yet slightly weary voice of Masamichi Nobi came through the receiver:

"Wu? Where are you now? The director's office is going crazy. Everyone's saying you attacked the Zen family and even broke into the director's office's core conference room~."

"Wow, the news travels pretty fast."

Gojo Satoru's tone returned to its usual flippant tone, "That's right, I did it. By the way, I switched jobs, the new company has great benefits, I recommend you come too."

"You are crazy!"

Moth's voice suddenly rose, filled with incredulous rage.

"Gojo Satoru! Do you know what you're doing? You just met those people once and you joined them? You're playing with the future of the entire jutsu world!"

"I'm not crazy, Moth, I'm perfectly sober." Gojo Satoru's voice also turned serious, no longer carrying any hint of jest.

"You know what? Just a few hours ago, I was defeated in one move. Not the kind of narrow defeat after a close match, but... a complete defeat. My opponent wasn't even taking it seriously."

Silence fell on the other end of the phone. Masamichi Yagami knew Gojo Satoru all too well; he knew better than anyone just how proud this man was.

The title of "strongest" is both his glory and his constraint.

For him to so readily admit to a "complete defeat," the opponent's strength must have exceeded Moth's imagination.

"That girl named Kasumigaoka Utaha, even my Six Eyes can't fully analyze her spells. As for my new boss, Zhou Ye, I only felt a slight hostility towards him, and before I could even make a move, I felt a kind of... fear that made my whole body tremble."

Gojo Satoru's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"As far as I know, even if Su Nuo were fully resurrected, along with all the top-tier cursed spirits in history, it might not be enough for him to kill with a single thought. The fact that he isn't doing that now makes me feel like he's just... conducting an experiment."

"experiment?"

The voice of the Night Moth was filled with confusion and horror.

"Yes, it's like they're observing an interesting ecosystem or testing new software. I suspect they're not even from this world."

Gojo Satoru boldly voiced his guess, "Think about it, their strength is beyond comprehension, and they're filled with a curiosity to study cursed spirits, rather than simply hating them. That deduction isn't difficult, is it?"

"Then why did you join them..."

The moth's voice was filled with worry.

"If you can't beat them, join them. That's the simplest logic. And for me, it's not a choice, it's a must-answer question."

Gojo Satoru's tone suddenly became very soft, yet incredibly heavy, "Night Moth, they... promised to revive Jet."

"...!"

The person on the other end of the phone gasped. Xia Youjie—that name was the biggest thorn in the side of the three of them, master and apprentice.

"That was my dearest friend, Moth, whom I killed with my own hands." A rare vulnerability flickered in Gojo Satoru's voice.

"Do you know that feeling? You're trying to protect more people, but you have to end the life of the person most important to you with your own hands. I've never forgotten that pain for a single second."

"Wu, you..."

Moth's voice softened; he could sense the heaviness in Gojo Satoru's words.

“Those old guys in Kyoto don’t know about this; they only think about power. But I’m different. I want a world… where there are no more tragedies.”

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath.

"And this promise applies to you as well. Moth, if you are willing to join, they can also resurrect your wife."

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

Masamichi Nightmoth felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly. His wife… that gentle woman who always smiled and straightened his collar, yet died young due to the aftermath of an unexpected mission. That was a wound in his heart that could never heal, the initial motivation for his dedication to education and the creation of cursed dolls.

He thought this longing would accompany him until his death, but unexpectedly, today, someone told him that this longing could become a reality again.

Reason told him that this might be a trap, the devil's whisper. Resurrecting the dead was a taboo subject, and would inevitably come at a terrible price.

But the torrent of emotions nearly overwhelmed his rationality. To see her again, even just once… Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly entwining his entire soul.

"Let me... think about it."

After a long silence, Masamichi Nobi finally managed to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

"This matter is of great importance."

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru didn't press him.

"But time is running out, Moth. The old era is about to be swept away. You will choose to sink with that wrecked ship, or board the new ark. The decision is yours."

Hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru leaned against the cold wall, looking up at the flowing golden code on the dome, his azure eyes filled with complex emotions. He knew that he had just thrown out a bait that no one could refuse. And this was merely a trivial "employee benefit" that the council could offer.

Meanwhile, at the Kyoto General Office.

The deathly silence had been replaced by rage. Gojo Satoru's arrogance ignited the fury of these old men, and further fueled their fear of losing power.

"Traitor! Utter traitor!"

An elderly man with white hair and beard, an elder from a collateral branch of the Kamo family, forcefully slammed his teacup to the ground, making a sharp sound.

"Who does he think he is? A god? How dare he issue us an ultimatum!"

"He must be punished! Issue a top-level arrest warrant immediately! List Gojo Satoru as a curse master, and make him guilty of the same crime as Natsumi Yujie!"

"That's right! We must also expose the evil nature of the Celestial Council to the entire sorcery world! They can break the bonds of heaven and earth, and they can abolish our spells today! This is a declaration of war against all sorcerer families!"

"Calm down!" An elderly man of the highest rank, who had remained silent until now and was a guest elder of the Zen family, slammed his cane heavily on the ground. "Anger will not solve anything. Gojo Satoru is still Gojo Satoru. If he wants to, he can kill every one of us here. The wanted poster? It's nothing but a piece of waste paper."

The meeting room fell silent again, and everyone looked at him.

"He gave us twenty-four hours, which is both a humiliation and an opportunity." The old man's voice was cold and cunning.

“He thinks we’re fish on a chopping board, but he forgets that we are the ones who set the rules of this world. If he wants to overturn the table, we’ll make sure he can’t even touch it.”

"what do you mean?"

"Pass on my command to delete."

A venomous glint flashed in the old man's eyes. "First, immediately seal off all storage warehouses containing top-grade cursed artifacts and activate the highest-level time-stop barrier. He wants to take them? Let him figure out how to break through our millennia-old protective spell first!"

"Second, in the name of the General Headquarters, issue a Level 1 Emergency Notice to all sorcerers, including students of the high school and members of various families. Say that Gojo Satoru has been brainwashed and controlled by an unknown organization, intending to steal a Level 1 Spell Object, release Ryoumen Sukuna, and destroy the world. We must stand on the moral high ground and make him the common enemy of all mankind!"

“Third,” the old man paused, his voice lowering to a whisper, like a viper flicking its tongue, “contact the remnants of the Panxing Cult, contact all the curse masters who harbor hatred towards Gojo Satoru and the world of curses. Tell them that their chance for revenge has arrived. The Directorate General can provide them with intelligence and resources, as long as their target is… Gojo Satoru.”

This series of orders sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. It was a ruthless, merciless extermination of Gojo Satoru.

Chapter 346 The Turmoil in the Chat Group

A small, private group within the sorcerer community is currently updating its information at an unprecedented rate. The group is small, but each member is a pillar of the sorcerer world.

Anka-hime: Gojo Satoru, where are you? Come out here! Is the document from the Directorate General's Office genuine? You attacked the Zenin family and stormed the Directorate General's Office? What are you thinking!

A series of exclamation marks revealed the fury of the person on the other end of the screen.

Angehime: Did you betray all of us? Just for that inexplicable council?

Nanami Kento: Mr. Gojo, I need an explanation. This isn't just about you; it concerns the stability of the entire jutsu world.

Kenjiro Nanami's writing is as calm and restrained as ever, but every word carries an unavoidable questioning.

There was a moment of silence in the group chat, as if everyone was waiting for the man who was always online and always sending all sorts of boring emojis to appear.

Finally, the white cat icon jumped up and down.

Gojo Satoru: Ah, sorry, sorry, I was reporting to my new boss and didn't check my phone. The document is real, I did it.

His reply was casual, as if he were simply saying what he had for lunch that day.

Angehime: 060 You...you still have the nerve to say that! Do you know how much chaos your actions will cause? Those old bastards at the top already don't like you, and you're handing them a knife!

Gojo Satoru: A knife? No, no, no, you've got it wrong, songstress. I'm not handing them knives, I'm going to overturn them and the table together.

Qi Hai Jianren: Have you considered the consequences of overturning the table? Sorcerers will split up, curse masters will take advantage of the situation, and casualties among ordinary people will increase dramatically. All of this is because of your recklessness.

Gojou: Willful? Kento, you still like to blame me for everything.

Gojo Satoru: Let me ask you a question. If one day you face an enemy who defeats me, Gojo Satoru, with just one move, leaving me helpless, what would you think?

After the message was sent, the noisy chat group instantly fell silent.

Angehime's fingers froze in mid-air as she typed, leaving only a half-typed "you" on the screen.

Nanami Kento's gaze behind his glasses froze. He reread the sentence, trying to find the element of a joke, but he failed. Gojo Satoru would joke about anything, but he would never joke about the title of "strongest."

Ieiri Glass: ...Specific details. What is the opponent's technique? What is their purpose?

Ieiri Glass, who had been lurking in the shadows, finally surfaced, her questions as calm as if she were conducting an autopsy.

Even though he was far away overseas, Yuta Etoko sent a message, his words filled with anxiety.

Yuta Otsuko: Gojo-sensei! Are you alright? Did something happen to you? How are you feeling?

What worried him more was whether Gojo Satoru had been stimulated or was being mentally controlled.

Gojo Satoru: I'm fine, Yuta, better than ever before. As for my mental state, I guess it's a period of euphoria after my worldview has been reshaped.

Gojo Satoru: Shoko, I can't understand their technique. Six Eyes' analysis is completely blank. As for their purpose, they claim they've come to upgrade our world system.

That sounds ridiculous, right?

He posted another photo.

In the photo, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Yukichi stand together, smiling brightly. In the background is the futuristic dome of the Panorama Surveillance Room.

Gojo Satoru: Let me introduce my new colleagues. The one on the left, Kasumigaoka Utaha, is the one who subdued me in one move. The one on the right, Yukichi, you should know him. Oh, by the way, their Heavenly Curse has been cured. Not suppressed, not alleviated, but completely and fundamentally healed.

The photo is like a depth charge dropped on a calm lake.

Kokichi's healthy appearance was just as shocking to all those in the know as Gojo Satoru being defeated in one move.

"Heaven's curse" is an innate constraint, a manifestation of the laws of the world. How could it possibly be "cured"?

Nanami Kento: ...That's impossible. This violates the fundamental rules of sorcery.

Ieiri Glass: I need their physical data.