Chapter Fourteen: The Greater (Part Three)

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The first valuable loot to claim were the cursed spirit orbs hidden within Suguru Geto’s monk robes.
[Blade Cursed Spirit Orb (Heavily Worn): 10,000 yen]
[Steam Cursed Spirit Orb (Lightly Worn): 30,000 yen]
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Countless cursed spirit orbs—Chen Lai briefly glanced through them, estimating the total worth of the spoils at 450,000 yen. Perhaps because the process of the Rainbow Dragon killing players was too rough, most of the orbs were heavily worn.
Still, even with just these, he had already recouped his costs.
Eliminating his debt in one go—this Deep Sea game was indeed a goldmine.
“Hey, buddy, smile for the camera!”
The camera sorcerer, who had been lurking in the subway corner, suddenly stepped out and used his jujutsu to take a photo of Chen Lai. At this moment, Chen Lai’s pockets were filled with cursed spirit orbs, his expression carrying a faint smile.
“Thanks for cooperating, Wu. With this photo and video, I’m sure I can make a fortune on the Deep Sea forum!”
The camera sorcerer was delighted. He had entered the dungeon primarily as a chronicler, and this trip to Shibuya had indeed shown him a lot.
Just from Satoru Gojo’s Six Eyes and Suguru Geto’s cursed spirit manipulation alone, he could tell this dungeon wasn’t so simple. There were still plenty of valuable treasures waiting to be claimed.
Chen Lai was in high spirits and didn’t bother with the escaping players. Now, he was about to take possession of the greatest inheritance from the Shibuya Incident!
He turned his gaze toward the Prison Realm, quietly hovering in the air, sealing Satoru Gojo.
[Prison Realm (Opened) (Unique): The cursed tool sealing the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world, Satoru Gojo. Value: 65,000,000 yen]
A massive jackpot!
Chen Lai stood stunned, eyes fixed on the Prison Realm’s value. He had seen its original worth on the Deep Sea forum—just a few million yen—but now its price had leapt into the tens of millions?
He mulled it over briefly but didn’t hesitate. With one swift move, he seized the Prison Realm and stuffed it into his pocket.
Sixty-five million yen, just like that?
Chen Lai felt as if he were dreaming, yet he clearly understood that this reward was well-deserved. Leveraging the storyline’s advantage and striking at the right moment deserved such a high return.
In such a situation, Chen Lai almost considered breaking his promise to Shinpei Fushiguro and walking away.
But as soon as he thought that, a different expression appeared on the right half of his face—Fushiguro would never allow him to renege and flee.

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“Alright, alright, I know. I’ll go save your son.”
Chen Lai muttered a few words and dashed in the direction the leaking pot was headed.
At this moment, the “Auditorium’s Fierce Tiger” had just caught up to him—and Chen Lai ran off again.
“Streamer, come on, can you handle this? If not, get off and let the camera sorcerer take over.”
“Can’t even record fresh footage properly. What else can you do? Go home and stream your pipes.”
“Stop cursing, I’m a streamer; I can’t lose my little pearls of energy.”
The barrage of teasing comments in the chat left Fierce Tiger a bit embarrassed. “Well, these six sets make me run faster. My 50,000-yen gear can’t keep up normally. But you guys, why are you so anxious?”
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Meanwhile, Kiyomitsu Koya had also entered the subway station, entering at nearly the same speed as Chen Lai.
The only difference was that she moved slower. She had purchased gear totaling 100,000 yen—Black Flash combined with jujutsu and cursed energy, plus a cursed tool blade. She often used blades in many dungeons and was accustomed to them.
From videos uploaded on the Deep Sea forum, she already knew about Satoru Gojo’s existence and had seen his terrifying power, wiping out the modified humans in under a minute. Yet the more she knew, the more determined she was to secure the big prize tonight.
Only the most expensive loot would be guarded by such terrifying strength!
Alongside her, many professional treasure hunters from various vocations were also entering the subway station—ranging from sorcerers to cursed spirits. Their equipment was relatively better, and they were more elite—they were true professional players!
“Super player instantly annihilates cursed spirits, tens of millions jackpot appears in Shibuya! (Hot)”
An extremely popular post exploded on the forum. Kiyomitsu had set an alert for trending posts, so she checked it while sprinting deeper into the tunnels.
At first glance, she stopped dead in her tracks.
In the video, Chen Lai appeared to teleport, killing Suguru Geto—who had just slaughtered over a hundred players—in a matter of moves. Then, she saw that jackpot worth 65 million yen!
Could this dungeon really have something like that?
A trace of greed flashed in Kiyomitsu’s eyes, but she soon regained her composure.
She wanted that 65 million yen prize, but judging from Chen Lai’s performance in the video, she would be killed in less than a move.
What was going on with this man? How did he know the secrets of this dungeon? How many times had he entered and exited this world to have such a deep understanding?
Could 150,000 yen worth of equipment really achieve what was shown in the video?

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The same question crossed the minds of many professional treasure hunters, but their choices differed sharply.
Those confident in their gear and skills pressed onward, heading toward the central battlefield to confront Chen Lai and compete for the jackpot.
Those lacking confidence chose to observe or moved to block evacuation points, sniping from multiple subway exits to ambush Chen Lai.
Jackpots like this belonged to the worthy; encountering them first didn’t guarantee one could take them away.
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“Tokyo Television reports: The Hanzomon Line has been temporarily suspended for unknown reasons. The seismic level in Shibuya Ward has reached level five, with noticeable tremors. Residents both inside and outside the city are advised to stay safe...”
On a train headed out of town, Kyoko sat motionless, watching the news while Yosuke Toyokawa slept soundly in her arms.
“That guy... what he said was true. Shibuya is really going to face disaster...”
“Teacher Nanami! Satoru Gojo has been sealed! Right in the subway station!”
From atop a tall building, Yuji Itadori shouted like a human alarm, using cursed energy to project his voice for miles.
Kento Nanami, patrolling and preparing to clock out, tugged at his tie and sighed softly.
He truly disliked overtime, but with Satoru Gojo sealed, things must have escalated beyond imagination.
At this moment, only veterans like them could shield the younger generation from the storm.
Sorcerers throughout Tokyo rapidly converged on the Shibuya district. The massive number of cursed spirits released earlier by Suguru Geto, combined with local cursed spirits, began wreaking havoc across Shibuya.
Newly arrived players could only watch in stunned silence.
Who would have thought the city, calm just the day before, would suddenly erupt into such a raging incident?
The cursed spirits players had recorded over the past month paled in comparison to those appearing casually on street corners tonight.
Such chaos, such an overwhelming catastrophe.
This was the Shibuya Incident!