Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

"Hayashizaki-kun, who were you talking to on the phone?"

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at the black-haired young man as he put his phone back into his inner robe, curious.

"Someone I met on the other side… hmm, a friend," Hayashizaki replied with a slight smile.

"Is that so? If there's a chance, tell me what happened over there," Yukinoshita Yukino said with a soft smile, lips pressed together. "Even though sometimes things from that side come to me in dreams, they're always a little fuzzy. I only get a rough idea."

"Of course." Hayashizaki nodded with a smile.

On the side, the Death Curse Spirit, who had been completely ignored by the two of them, surprisingly didn't seem upset. It just stood there silently, patiently waiting.

When it came to people who were about to die, it usually had a lot of patience.

Once Hayashizaki and Yukinoshita Yukino finished chatting, Death asked the same question again: "Who are you?"

But the black-haired young man just gave a mischievous grin and said bluntly, "None of your damn business."

The cursed spirit was silent for a moment.

Then it raised its arm and stretched out its hand. Its five fingers instantly extended into five black rods, glinting strangely under the moonlight, and shot toward the black-haired young man who had spoken rudely.

But before the rods could hit Hayashizaki, they were cut down by invisible slashes. He didn't even move his feet.

"Need my help?" Yukinoshita Yukino smiled. "I won't slow you down this time."

"Save it for next time." Hayashizaki smiled back as he stepped forward. "Let me be cool for once."

With each step he took, a white afterimage split off from him. By the time he got within five meters of the death-type cursed spirit, six afterimages had already surrounded it.

Then, the afterimages became solid.

"Seven Hayashizakis?"

The black-haired girl looked on in surprise. She had learned from her dreams that this clone technique was her sister Haruno's innate ability—but she didn't expect Hayashizaki to be able to use it too after returning here.

As for where the clone technique came from, of course it was from his dear system bro.

He didn't expect to be able to use the points Yukinoshita Yukino had earned. The remaining hundreds of thousands of points were more than enough for him to spend freely.

The first thing he redeemed was Yukinoshita Haruno's technique, which had been recorded by the system.

The reason was simple—it was just that useful.

But while he was checking the system, something unexpected happened. The task list, which had stayed still aside from the special "possession" missions, suddenly popped up with a new one.

Defeat Yukinoshita Yukino. Reward: 50,000 points.

That was… kind of strange, system bro.

He didn't think much about the task. Hayashizaki focused on the cursed spirit in front of him. Its body was thin, face twisted like a demon, and its entire form was pitch black.

To his surprise, he felt a faint fear from it—like his instincts were warning him he had met a natural enemy.

Still, it wasn't enough to affect him. That fear was easily pushed aside by his willpower.

But even that small fear said something—it meant the cursed spirit's technique was probably very troublesome.

And judging by the cursed energy it gave off, this spirit was strong. At least stronger than the volcano-headed cursed spirit he fought before.

Still, no matter how tricky the ability was, it wouldn't matter if it couldn't hit him.

"Alright then, time to see what you've got!"

Hayashizaki grinned and slashed forward along with his six clones.

In an instant, death was surrounded by countless invisible slashes.

The cursed spirit seemed to sense the danger. Black liquid gushed from its hand, quickly turning into a shield that wrapped around its body.

The slashes hit the black shield like stones falling into still water, sending out ripples—but they didn't break through.

After blocking the attacks, the fluid shield shifted again. It broke into floating droplets, then reshaped into cold, sharp needles that shot out in every direction.

Five of the six clones turned back into white afterimages and returned to the black-haired youth's body. Only one clone remained and took the full hit from the black needles.

In the blink of an eye, the clone was pierced all over like a pincushion. Its eyes went wide as it dropped to its knees, helpless.

The reverse technique kicked in fast, but the body still felt drained. Black veins appeared on the surface of the skin, looking eerie and disturbing.

The clone's healing ability could only delay death, not prevent it. In that state, it couldn't even fight and heal at the same time. In the end, it had no choice but to die and disappear.

Meanwhile, a shadow surged beneath Hayashizaki's feet, forming a gate-like shield in front of him. The needles sank into the gate, then shot back out from the shadow under the cursed spirit's feet, aiming back at the caster.

But when the needles struck the cursed spirit, they were absorbed smoothly—like streams flowing back into a river. They didn't harm it at all.

"Does the technique not hurt the user? And judging by what happened after the clone got hit by that black needle… I see. It must be a kind of instant death technique."

Hayashizaki raised an eyebrow, and everything suddenly made sense to him.

Only a technique with an instant death effect could make his clone disappear for good—even when it was using a reversal technique to heal.

Looks like he had to fight more carefully now.

The black-haired young man smiled and formed a hand sign.

Above his head, several black spheres made of shadow slowly appeared, eventually forming a magic circle that looked like a ship's steering wheel.

Another clone was summoned and charged straight toward the cursed spirit.

Death stared at the formation floating above the young man's head. A bad feeling crept into its heart. That formation… it was something that could counter it.

This instinct was clear.

It had to be destroyed.

From both of its lowered palms, long black blades extended. The blades were formed by a technique—just a tiny scratch from them could apply a death effect on the enemy, even on objects.

One strike would be enough to destroy that formation!

Its right arm shot out like lightning. The sharp blade stabbed right through the charging clone. With a flick, the body was tossed off the blade, which then swung toward the next clone.

"So weak."

Death sliced through the rushing clones like chopping vegetables, quickly cutting down their lives. It felt like the enemy wasn't trying to win with clones at all—just throwing them at it to die.

"That's exactly what I'm doing,"

As if he'd read the cursed spirit's thoughts, Hayashizaki grinned.

Just as he finished speaking, the magic circle above his head began to tremble slightly.

Then it started to spin, letting out a low, heavy sound.

*Click.*

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