Summary: The king of curses turned into a roasted chicken dispatcher.
The strongest sorcerer of all time sells BonIce.
A finger-eating boy attends to an Oxxo.
Megumi lives in a botarga.
This and much more will be what you will find in the new lives of our favorite sorcerers. They have to survive in the third world!
As every Thursday, at three in the afternoon, Sukuna, with all the power that gave him to be a dispatcher of "El Pollo Loco", sent two roasted chickens with a three-liter Coca-Cola - admirable detail, because the establishment only sold Pepsi and had to take a marathon race to Oxxo -, to the sensual, su
A bastard named Gojō Satoru chose the worst roles to retaliate every penny he paid to the boy in the botarga. The very animal felt with all the right to that only because he had a university degree - probably bought - and had set up a pharmacy.
Anyway, those roasted chickens were not to reward the hard work of the bounce-boy, Fushiguro Megumi -Sukuna knew his name by threatening a recurring client with a knife, an old woman between the eighties and death, whom he almost killed with a heart attack -; they were a beautiful and poetic statement for Megumi.
Every time Sukuna sent those chickens, he could only think: "I can keep you, beautiful. Your only job will be to relax in the house (of social interest that I share with my annoying four brothers) and dance to me when I arrive ... but without the botarga."
The rest of his thoughts were pigs and complicated to describe because of the family schedule for which the author must write this note.
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"The food is here!"
Megumi rolled her eyes while taking out the botarga, in the employee room-dressing room.
"Those chickens are mine."
"Yes, but your boss robbed me last week." Did you forget it?
Gojō pointed to his purple eye, already inked in a greenish color and without inflammation.
Megumi's father was in bad steps and, as a result of fate, one of his victims was Gojō. Megumi recorded everything from the truck in which she was waiting for her dad to pick it up after she gave him a lift to the wallet of some unfortunate individual.
Megumi snapped his tongue before responding.
"Well, but don't throw away the bones, I'm going to take them to my dogs," he threatened, sitting at the table more out of hunger than willingly.
Sometimes, when Megumi was inside the botarga and the neighborhood sun still did not fry her brains, she managed to distinguish between the buildings a crook tattooed with pointed pink hairs with a chicken shirt.
The first few days he thought he would soon see a psychopath in front of the door of his house.
Roasted chickens were just the beginning. Now I didn't know what to think anymore.
Like any other day, after a long working day, Gojō got into an Oxxo to buy something that would help him restore his dangerous blood sugar levels. They had already threatened to take away his BonIce cart if he continued to eat the product. So he grabbed two packages from the store, one was chocolate cakes filled with whipped cream and the other of some extra chocolate brownies.
