That Time My Anime Life Got Cursed by Outer Gods-Chapter 61 - 60: Making Ghost Babies

At that moment, enduring the pain of his wounds, Kuroda Renji gritted his teeth and said, "I told you—I'm not here for Shinomiya Un'yō. I'm looking for the daughters of the Yukinoshita family."

"The Yukinoshita sisters?" Shiro Sakamaki narrowed his eyes, growing more confused.

Sure, Yukinoshita Yukino was technically one of the heroines—but only in the daily slice-of-life arcs. She hadn't triggered anything abnormal when they first met. There was no sign of any special luck or hidden potential.

The idea that she possessed "great luck" or plot armor? Shiro didn't buy it.

Things like luck were too abstract, and not something anyone could just "see." He doubted someone like Kuroda Renji, who was basically cannon fodder, had that kind of insight.

"Well," Kuroda continued, eyes flickering nervously, "they're perfect vessels for raising ghost babies. I originally planned to capture their mother and use her to force them into submission—to willingly give birth to cursed offspring."

"But someone ruined everything last time. This time, I found them again, so I came to take them both."

"So you were behind what happened to Mrs. Yukinoshita?" Shiro's voice turned ice cold.

Realization struck Kuroda like lightning. His eyes widened in shock, his tone trembling. "Wait... That was you last time?"

"That's right." Shiro sneered. "Surprised? Disappointed? I bet you didn't expect to see me again."

"You freaks... you're all the same. Think you can just prey on people with no consequences? You're not even worth killing."

"Wait, wait!" Kuroda stammered, trying to buy time. But Shiro had already heard enough.

The moment Kuroda opened his mouth again, a slender blue arc of lightning sparked between Shiro's fingers. In the next second, it pierced Kuroda's heart clean through.

The man froze—then collapsed lifelessly to the floor.

Shiro let out a breath. "So it wasn't about Un'yō after all... Tch. I didn't think it'd be this kind of scum."

He bent down and pulled back Kuroda's hood, revealing a face that was sharp-nosed and rat-like—just a pathetic, sleazy man with no real power.

Meanwhile, the battle on Gojo Satoru's side had erupted. Shiro wasn't too worried. With the curtain covering the area and Gojo's overwhelming strength, he was confident no enemies would get past him.

As expected, it wasn't long before the curtain lifted.

Gojo Satoru emerged first, calm as ever, followed by five or six captured curse users, most of them bloodied and barely standing.

Nanami Kento followed—looking considerably more battered. His suit was in tatters, and several deep wounds bled through the makeshift bandages.

"Tsk. Nanami, you really need to stop slacking off," Gojo teased, his usual smug smile in place.

Though it sounded like concern, it somehow made people want to punch him.

Nanami sheathed his weapon, sealed it with a spell, and replied flatly, "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, senior."

"Oh? Want me to call an ambulance just in case?" Gojo said, pretending to dial an invisible phone.

Veins bulged on Nanami's forehead. Realizing it was pointless to argue, he chose silence.

By then, Shiro had wrapped up everything and returned to his room. He had no interest in whatever was happening with Shinomiya Un'yō or the Fourth Palace's mess.

He'd much rather relax—Eriri sleeping beside him, soft breaths warming his shoulder.

And what was the point of killing someone like Kuroda anyway? The guy didn't even drop anything useful. Just a few tens of thousands of yen. No cursed tools, no rare artifacts. A total disappointment.

Shiro grumbled to himself. "Poor-ass ghost breeder..."

In truth, Kuroda had once been loaded. But raising two ghoul corpses had drained his funds, and after his last injury, he hadn't had a chance to replenish them.

For bottom-feeders like him, being poor was usually temporary. Their shady services were in high demand.

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April 13, 5:13 a.m.

As soft rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, another day began.

Shiro stirred first. He gently shook Eriri awake, cradled her in his arms, and helped her get ready while half-asleep himself.

Their morning was peaceful. Meanwhile, the students at Totsuki Resort were already up and rushing to prepare breakfast.

Today's theme: flour-based dishes. Anything from noodles to bread was fair game.

The night before, students had racked their brains for recipe ideas. Some didn't even sleep.

As the sun climbed higher, invited guests began to arrive, and the venue buzzed with excitement.

Shiro and his group were among them. After helping Eriri freshen up, he called the Yukinoshita family to meet up and head out together.

But he noticed something odd—Yukino's gaze lingered on him with thinly veiled suspicion. Almost like she was staring at a wanted criminal.

Hmph. If she doesn't like me, whatever. I'm not here to suck up to anyone. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world—I don't need to win over one tsundere.

Still, they were family on paper now, so he was courteous enough. He maintained just the right amount of politeness, eventually winning over Mrs. Yukinoshita with his charm.

As they waited in line for breakfast, Shiro stood between Eriri and Haruno.

Suddenly, he felt a light scratch on his left hand.

He turned—Haruno was smiling sweetly at him, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

He gave her a helpless look, subtly warning her to behave.

She ignored it. In fact, she shot him a smug, teasing glance.

Eriri, standing nearby, seemed to sense something. Her eyes shifted between them suspiciously—but she didn't catch anything concrete.

Eventually, Mrs. Yukinoshita seemed to notice the tension and excused herself, dragging Mr. Yukinoshita to another area.

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Now only four of them remained.

Yukino kept her distance. She clearly had no interest in interacting with Shiro—or her sister.

And frankly, Shiro was just fine with that.

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