Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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The Jujutsu Command Headquarters is located deep underground in Kyoto, protected by numerous barriers.

This is the brain of the sorcery world, and also the most decaying heart of this ancient system.

At this moment, the heart is in a state of intense, near-stopping panic.

A dozen or so aged figures were hidden behind traditional bamboo curtains and screens. Their voices, processed by special spells, became emotionless, yet filled with suppressed anger and fear.

"It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!"

A shrill sound echoed in the empty Japanese-style room.

"Gojo Satoru! He dared to openly attack the Zenin family's Black Team! This is treason! It's blatant betrayal!"

"The Zen master Naoki has submitted the most severe accusation! He demands that we immediately designate Gojo Satoru as a Special Grade Curse Master and, together with that so-called council,... purge him!" another muffled voice echoed.

"Purge? You make it sound so easy!" a relatively rational but equally fearful voice retorted. "Who will purge? You? Or me? Don't forget, he is Gojo Satoru! The strongest sorcerer in modern times! If we kill him, who will maintain the balance? Who will deal with the endless stream of special-grade cursed spirits?"

"But he has already placed himself on the opposite side of us! That council, of unknown origin and with bizarre methods, can even break the curses and spells! This has shaken the very foundation of our sorcery world! If we don't take action, we will all become sinners in history!"

Arguments, intimidation, shirking responsibility, and blustering but ultimately cowardly roars...

These elderly people, who held the power of life and death over countless sorcerers, revealed nothing more than the ugliest and most despicable human traits when faced with a force truly capable of overthrowing their authority. Their concerns were never about the future of the sorcery world, nor the safety of humanity, but rather the precarious chair beneath their own backsides.

Just as they were arguing endlessly, and some even began to suggest using their last trump card—the Prison Gate.

A voice that everyone was familiar with, yet which now sent chills down their spines, suddenly rang out in the center of the room without warning.

"Hey, folks, are you having a meeting? The atmosphere's so lively, are you discussing my pension?"

brush--!

All the arguing stopped abruptly.

The entire Japanese-style room fell into a deathly silence.

A dozen pairs of eyes, hidden behind the screen, looked in horror toward the source of the sound.

Gojo Satoru stood casually in the center of the room. He wasn't wearing an eye patch; his six pale blue eyes calmly scanned the surrounding screens, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and see the aged and fearful faces behind them.

He didn't break any barriers or trigger any alarms. He appeared in the most heavily guarded core area of ​​the sorcery world as if it were his own territory.

This silent infiltration is a million times more terrifying than him directly blasting open the door with [H] .

"Go...Gojo Satoru! What...what do you want to do?!" The first to speak was still the old man with the sharpest voice, but at this moment, his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to fight." Gojo Satoru pulled over a cushion, sat down, and even poured himself a cup of tea. "Today, I'm here as a representative of the Sky Council to conduct a friendly and peaceful business negotiation with you all."

"Negotiation? You traitor, what right do you have to negotiate with us!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Gojo Satoru shook his finger, a kind smile on his face. "Watch your words, old man. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I'm not a traitor. I'm a proud re-employed person now. I've just found a better platform to realize my life's value."

He put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and the oppressive aura of the strongest, even without using any magical power, made the air in the entire room feel thick and sticky.

"Alright, enough of the small talk, let's get down to business."

He snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

On the tatami mat in the center of the room, a holographic projection drone made by Yukichi appeared out of thin air, projecting a huge three-dimensional image.

It was a data report, written by Kasumigaoka Utaha herself, titled—[Structural Collapse Risk Assessment Report on the Current Curse Countermeasure System in the Jujutsu World].

The report uses stark data and charts to illustrate the exponential growth in the number and strength levels of cursed spirits born throughout Japan over the past century. It also shows the casualty rate of cursed sorcerers, the survival rate of high school graduates, and the enormous resources required to maintain the existing barrier system.

Finally, the report arrives at a blood-red conclusion:

[Unless a disruptive technological innovation occurs, the balance of the sorcery world is expected to be completely disrupted within 15-20 years. The growth rate of cursed spirits will far surpass the exorcism rate, drastically compressing humanity's living space and ultimately leading to a civilization-wide catastrophe.]

"Do you understand now?" Gojo Satoru pointed at the report. "Your system, which you are so proud of, is like a wrecked ship riddled with holes. You are just using human lives as planks to plug the holes that can never be plugged. And this ship is about to sink."

There was a deathly silence behind the screen, broken only by heavy breathing.

They also had this data internally, but no one had ever dared to lay it bare in front of everyone like this.

“And now,” Gojo Satoru’s tone was full of enticement, “an opportunity is presented to you. My new employer, the Sky Council, has the technology to completely repair this ship and even upgrade it into an interstellar warship.”

"They can completely solve the problem of cursed spirits at its root."

"Impossible! That's nonsense!" an old man retorted sharply. "The power of curses originates from the human heart. As long as humanity has negative emotions, curses will never be eradicated! This is an age-old truth!"

“Truth?” Gojo Satoru laughed, a truly radiant laugh. “What you call truth is nothing more than the limits of your understanding. It’s as laughable as the ancients’ belief that the sky was flat and the earth was square.”

He snapped his fingers again.

Switching between projected images.

This time, what appeared was a simulated animation. In the animation, a complex energy cycle system, like a tree of life, was being re-edited. Black energy, representing "negative emotions," flowed into an energy pool representing "cursed power," where it was purified by a golden "filter," transforming into pure, attribute-free life energy that, in turn, nourished the world.

The golden "filter" had a line of five lines of text that Wu couldn't understand, but which felt incredibly sophisticated: "[Gaia Consciousness Link Port Negative Entropy Conversion Protocol]".

"This is one of the solutions proposed by the council, codenamed Project Clean Spring," Gojo Satoru explained like a product salesman. "Simply put, it's about installing a clean spring in the world..."

Water purifiers. From now on, even if you experience negative emotions, they will no longer be poison that breeds disaster, but rather recyclable…renewable resources.”

The elderly people behind the screen were completely speechless.

They couldn't understand the underlying principles, but they could grasp the meaning behind the image.

It was a power they had never imagined, a power capable of upending the entire world.

“Of course, such a large project requires some start-up materials.” Gojo finally revealed his true intentions, “In order to build the core of this water purifier, we need to recover some high-concentration, unstable curse energy samples.”

His gaze sharpened like a knife.

"So, my purpose in coming here today is very simple."

"Hand over all the top-grade cursed items in your hands, including all of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers."

"This is neither a request nor a negotiation."

"This is... a notice for a one-time clearance sale of relics from the old era that are about to be phased out."

"Insolence!" The most hot-tempered old man finally couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. "Gojo Satoru! Who do you think you are? This is robbery! This is subverting the order we've protected for thousands of years! Guards! Seize this traitor!"

Several guardian mages who were lurking in the shadows responded to the call and came out. However, as soon as they appeared, they all froze on the spot and could not move.

Gojo Satoru didn't even glance at them.

He simply smiled, looked at the roaring old man 137, and slowly extended a finger.

“You see, this is why I don’t like to reason with you.” His smile turned cold. “Because there’s nothing in your heads except arrogance and stupidity.”

"Today, I originally wanted to give you a chance to leave the stage with dignity."

He stood up and looked down at the group of poor creatures hiding behind the curtain.

"But now, I've changed my mind."

"24 hours."

"I'm giving you 24 hours to pack everything up and get it to the college's sports field. If I don't see a single item by then, then..."

His smile was as radiant as a devil's.

“I will personally come to each of your homes and help you... look for it.”

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind a room full of elderly people who were so frightened they were scared out of their wits and didn't dare to breathe.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and added a sentence, as if he had remembered something interesting.

"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you something."

"My new employer offers excellent benefits. They provide five social insurances and two housing funds, paid annual leave, and global (multi-dimensional) travel programs. They are currently recruiting a history consultant to organize materials from the old era. The work is easy and the salary is generous."

“You guys could consider getting back into the workforce. After all, the world is changing so fast, it’s time for you old folks to enjoy your retirement.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared through the doorway.

The deathly silence in the Japanese-style room lasted for a very long time.

Until the first rays of dawn shone through the cracks in the building into this secluded room that never saw the light of day.

That light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the deep darkness.

Behind a screen, an old hand, trembling, picked up the telephone.

The dawn of a new era is arriving with an irresistible force.

The twilight of the old era was forcibly drawn back amidst fear and resentment.

Chapter 345 A Phone Call, Two Futures

Gojo Satoru's figure solidified again in the teleportation light of the Universal Surveillance Room. The expression on his face was somewhere between the relief after extreme trouble and the excitement of experiencing a new toy for the first time. So this is what it feels like to talk. There was no booming sound of colliding magical power, no pleasure of twisting laws, but a strange pleasure of repeatedly rubbing the other person's dignity and cognition into the ground.

Especially the last suggestion of "re-employment," he could almost imagine the old guys behind the screen, so angry their blood vessels were about to burst, yet they dared not lash out.

"Mission briefing." Zhou Ye's voice pulled him back from his reverie.

“To put it simply, the negotiations broke down.” Gojo Satoru shrugged and spread his hands. “I gave them an ultimatum: 24 hours. Either hand over the stuff obediently, or I’ll personally visit them. Oh, and by the way, I also thoughtfully offered them career planning advice.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha adjusted her glasses, a knowing smile playing on her lips:

"So, you didn't use my 'Strategies and Scripts Reference V1.0' at all, and instead jumped straight to the final chapter's table-flipping part?"

"No no no,"

Gojo Satoshi shook his finger emphatically.

“I used it. I presented the data report and demonstrated the beautiful blueprint of the Clean Spring Project, fully fulfilling my obligation to communicate. They chose to give up treatment themselves; I can't force them to understand the new era, can I?”

"Based on feedback from the miniature listening devices I placed outside the venue,"

As Kokichi's slightly mechanical voice rang out, a series of complex emotional fluctuation analysis charts were displayed on the screen in front of him.

"After you left, the target group's emotional index soared from fear to anger, accompanied by a strong desire for revenge. They activated the highest level of emergency plan, and it was initially determined that they would choose to confront them with force."

"As expected."

Zhou Ye was not surprised at all. He looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "You did a good job. Sometimes, the purpose of negotiation is not to reach a consensus, but to tear off the last fig leaf of the other party and expose their stupidity and stubbornness to the sunlight. Now, the focus of the entire jutsu world's conflict has shifted from a council of unknown origin to Gojo Satoru's betrayal and the response of the higher-ups. The initiative is in our hands."

Zhou Ye paused for a moment, then continued:

"Next, they will use all available means of public opinion and power to stigmatize you and define us as invaders. They will try to isolate you and unite all available forces to fight against you. For example... the High School of Pyromancy."

Gojo Satoru's smile faded slightly. He didn't care what those old guys thought of him, but he couldn't ignore the people at the vocational school, his students, or Masamichi Yamo, whom he regarded as a father.