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Despite being filled with suspicion, Kenjaku steeled himself and raised a hand, smiling as h3 greeted Satoru.

"Yo, long time no see, Satoru."

Satoru, who was kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness, immediately turned his head upon hearing that familiar voice, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Just as Kenjaku thought Satoru would be stunned by the sight of his deceased best friend, a red sphere came hurtling toward him.

Kenjaku's originally narrow eyes widened and he was sent flying backward by the sudden Red.

Satoru had already stood up, his face full of impatience. "Are you people ever going to finish? Is this the only cheap trick you know? Wearing Suguru's face every single day to disgust me—screw you!"

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now. I still have to go forgive Jogo."

Meanwhile, Kenjaku, having been knocked away, slammed into a wall. Looking at the station full of Sugurus, his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

So that's why wearing this skin suit has no effect.

His gaze landed on the conspicuous green Forgiveness Hat on top of Satoru's head, and he immediately looked enlightened.

It seems Jogo's Cursed Tool has once again affected Satoru's mind, making him act in this abnormal way.

As an ancient monster who had lived for a thousand years, Kenjaku wouldn't have failed to investigate the battle between Jogo and Satoru. He didn't know every detail of that battle, but he understood the gist of it.

He also learned that Jogo possessed a Cursed Tool that looked like a green hat, which could affect the minds of others.

Now, it was clear that Jogo had used this Cursed Tool on Satoru, causing him to fall into this current state of madness.

But why didn't he use this Cursed Tool on me?

These guys clearly have huge killing intent toward me.

Kenjaku thought to himself while taking out the Prison Realm.

According to his deductions, this Cursed Tool likely had a cooldown, probably around a month. Otherwise, given the Disaster Curses' hostile attitude toward him, if they had absolute certainty, they would have acted long ago.

Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that these guys were trying to use him to achieve certain things, but that didn't matter. After all, he was using them too.

Although Kenjaku's thoughts seemed extensive, the flow of his ideas was very fast. In the real world, only a second had passed.

Watching Satoru's desperate desire to forgive Jogo, Kenjaku looked at the Prison Realm, which was already restless in its hand, and suddenly had an idea.

He spoke, "If you want him to open his mouth and let you forgive him, I do have a way, and I can guarantee it is 100% effective."

Satoru's originally dull eyes brightened. He excitedly grabbed Kenjaku's shoulders, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Really? Do you really have a way to make Jogo open his mouth and let me forgive him? That's great. I shouldn't have scolded you just now, I'm sorry. You are practically my savior. How should we make Jogo open his mouth?"

Kenjaku smiled faintly and raised the cube covered in eyeballs in his hand.

"You just need to go inside this, and Jogo will let you forgive him. It's that simple."

Satoru looked hesitantly at the somewhat disgusting Prison Realm, his body instinctively sensing danger and showing signs of repulsion.

"If I go in here, why do I feel like Jogo won't let me forgive him? Are you trying to trick me?"

Kenjaku's expression didn't change and he kept the somewhat creepy smile on its face, holding the Prison Realm high.

"Of course I'm not tricking you. As long as you go in, Jogo will definitely let you forgive him. Look at the smile on my face, I am clearly a good person."

Satoru was clearly influenced by the Forgiveness Hat. He looked at the Prison Realm with hesitation, then at Jogo, who was still frozen in place, and asked, still feeling uneasy, "Really? Are you really not tricking me?"

Kenjaku's expression remained unchanged but he was starting to get a little impatient inside.

"Of course I'm not tricking you. Believe me, I really am a good person. Hurry up and get in, you must be very anxious to have Jogo acknowledge that you forgive him."

Satoru blinked, bringing his face very close, staring at Kenjaku.

"Really? Are you really not tricking me? If you are tricking me, what should I do? Are you really not tricking me?"

Watching a grown man act with such disgusting movements and tone, a vein popped out on Kenjaku's forehead. He clenched his fist subconsciously, then loosened it again.

"I said I am a good person. I would never trick you under any circumstances. Hurry up and get in."

Satoru, whose thinking was influenced, remained relentless. His body's instincts and the words of the person in front of him clashed strongly, causing him, in his confused state, to continue asking questions.

"Really? Really? Really? Are you really not tricking me? Why do I feel like my body is constantly repelling this thing? Are you really not tricking me?"

A few more veins popped out on his forehead. Kenjaku finally couldn't hold it back anymore and threw the Prison Realm out.

The eyeballs on the surface of the Prison Realm rotated constantly, suddenly exploding in mid-air into countless tiny pieces of flesh that firmly latched onto Satoru.

Satoru clearly hadn't reacted yet. He looked at the pieces of flesh sticking to him with a dumbfounded expression, just about to say something.

"You still say you aren't tricking me! You liar..."

Before he could finish, only the sound of viscous flesh merging could be heard. Satoru's words came to an abrupt halt as he was sealed into the Prison Realm.

Kenjaku let out a long sigh, finally loosening his clenched fist.

That was close. He almost couldn't help but attack Satoru just now.