Satoru ignored the one-eyed thing that crawled out of the portal, idly sending a mental command for it to just sit still and do absolutely nothing. Luckily, no other Cursed Spirit came crawling out, which was nice since the Aeldari probably weren't too fond of these guys. Satoru never got the impression that the hot space elves were at all involved with or fond of Tzeentch. The opposite was probably true, considering Tzeentch, the Shifty Bitch, and Slaanesh, the Thirsty Bitch, were kinda sorta related. The same was probably true for Khorne, the Angry Bitch, and Nurgle, the Smelly Bitch, though Satoru hadn't interacted with either of them at any point and, based entirely on their spheres of influence, he'd likely never will – at least, not in any constructive capacity. Whatever the case, Satoru now had direct access to the Cursed Realm of Tzeentch and he was going to take advantage of that.

The experiment continued. Now, his goal was to see just how much Cursed Energy he'd be able to pull at a single moment. First and foremost, however, he needed to waste a bunch of his Cursed Energy, which was – all things considered – pretty easy. Satoru breathed in and simply dispersed a bunch of his Cursed Energy in every direction, ensuring they scattered entirely, instead of coalescing and turning into Cursed Spirits or some shit. With Six Eyes granting him divine control, a full dispersal was as easy as breathing. Briefly, Satoru noted the rush of emotions that came from the Aeldari as they felt his Cursed Energies streaming outwards through them, through everything in the Craftworld. The Drukhari were no exception; he felt their emotions as well, the disbelief and the fear, the bewilderment. Odd. But ultimately, Satoru didn't care. He continued until about half of his total reserves fluttered into the wind, leaving him feeling weirdly dry.

He'd never lost that much Cursed Energy that quickly before, not even during his final battle against Sukuna. Satoru nodded to himself and closed his eyes, reaching into the Cursed Realm of Tzeentch and just scooping up a whole bunch of Cursed Energy, which he then converted into the same wavelength of Cursed Energy as his and absorbing it, immediately replenishing all the Cursed Energies he'd thrown away on a whim. Satoru grinned as he snapped his fingers and closed the portal, subsequently causing the one-eyed Cursed Spirit to dissolve into little motes of sparkling lights. "It fucking words."

And now, he did it. He found the way to possessing essentially unlimited Cursed Energy Reserves. Tzeentch's realm was open to him. He could take as much Cursed Energy as he wanted and he wouldn't have to worry about an outbreak of Cursed Spirits whenever he opened a portal to draw some power. Really, the only thing left to do now was to wait for his Cursed Energy Capacity to grow naturally, which typically happened at a slow, but steady rate as long as a sorcerer's reserves were constantly maintained, constantly pushed to the brink, kind of like a balloon that you slowly filled up with water, growing larger and larger, but could stretch indefinitely. The trick was to keep the increase at a slow, but steady pace – enough for growth, but not too much that he'd be leaking Cursed Energy like a freaking human.
Yep, that was yet another step down the long road to becoming an actual freaking god. Eventually, however, Satoru was going to master this skill to such an extent that he'd no longer need Tzeentch's realm for it and he'd simply take from anywhere across the Cursed Realm; for now, the Shifty Bitch was just convenient and, to be certain, that was probably how Tzeentch thought of him as well – a convenient means of achieving one's goals. But, then again, wasn't every single relationship like that? You take advantage of someone and they take advantage of you – everybody wins.

For a moment, Satoru considered lowering the output of Infinity, which he'd earlier increased to keep the Aeldari from figuring out his... less-than-ideal experimentation with the Cursed Realm, considering Caoimhe herself warned him about doing such a thing, though she might've changed her mind once she heard about what he'd done to Shalexi Helbane, now Nobara. But, ultimately, his better instincts told him that he was better off keeping his dealings with Tzeenth and Kairos a secret – or, at least, until someone found out about it and asked him. And only from the Aeldari. To be perfectly honest, he didn't care that much about keeping it a secret and the fact that Kairos could speak to him so easily without even Caoimhe finding out was kind of crazy, but it seemed like the path to godhood required a degree of worship from a large population and one of the things he'd need to do was to, at the very least, keep said population happy. Given the general disdain the Aeldari had for Cursed Spirits, keeping it a secret was likely the safest option.

Also, when he had the time, he was definitely stepping into Tzeentch's realm just to see what the Shifty Bitch had in there. After all, he could open portals now – kind of. Surely, Tzeentch wouldn't protest if he stepped in and waltzed around, like he owned the place? Oh yeah, that was definitely on his to do list. And, hopefully, he'll have the wine prepared by then. Huh, did the Aeldari drink alcohol? He never really asked. They probably did? Though, Satoru couldn't imagine any of them getting drunk for fun, since doing so would be excessive and against the whole point of being an Asuryani; then again, with Slaanesh's soul mark lifted – at least, for the ones he'd already helped – they could probably get drunk, high, and horny again if they really wanted to.

But, of course, thousands and thousands of years' worth of tradition wasn't something that'd go away in a snap. He should know. Satoru tried changing Jujutsu Society, after all, and failed. And, Jujutsu Society wasn't nearly as old as the Asuryani Aeldari.

Breathing in, Satoru lowered the output of Infinity back to normal and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. His experiment was done. All traces of Tzeentch's Cursed Energy was gone, replaced by the overwhelming amounts of Positive Energy, all of which came from the Craftworld itself. If Caoimhe walked in at that moment, she'd not notice a single thing, unless maybe she tore his shirt off and saw the mark over his heart.

Satoru's stomach churned. Man, he was getting hungry. Been a while since he last ate and the Aeldari did have some of the best shit he'd ever eaten. To be certain, he could kind of use RCT to just keep himself from getting hungry and a lot of Jujutsu Sorcerers actually did that, but doing so only dealt with hunger; malnutrition would still be a problem, a problem that couldn't be solved with just RCT. Good thing Caoimhe gave him a larder full of delicacies – spiced meats, vegetables, weird fruits and candies, and a whole host of things that'd take his tongue all across the cosmos. Honestly, Aeldari food was amazing – greater than anything he'd ever eaten back in the 21st century; that was for certain.

First things first, he should probably-

Someone was inside his manor – trying to be sneaky and yet... not quite. A shimmer in the air immediately gave away the intruder, not to mention the tiniest flicker of Cursed Energy within them. Credit where credit was due; the intruder was really good at hiding their Cursed Energy Signature and, if it had been anyone else but Gojo Satoru, then they would've remained undetected. Unfortunately, the Honored One was above such tricks. Satoru sighed. "I have the Six-Eyes. Don't even bother trying to sneak by me; you're just embarrassing yourself at this point."

A figure materialized a few meters from him, somehow having slipped through the door – or the window – without opening either. Was it some kind of short-range teleportation or did this individual have the ability to walk through walls? Either way, that was interesting. The figure was a woman, clearly, standing a full head taller than Caoimhe, draped entirely in very loud, very bright colors that looked as though they belonged on a clown – all reds, blues, and yellows. Otherwise, the outfit was formfitting and sleek. The woman's face was bone white with reddish makeup around her eyes and bright orange hair; actually, Satoru wasn't even entirely sure that was her face at all. And hanging down the Aeldari woman's waist was a sword that was utterly drenched in Cursed Energy, a weapon that'd taken so many lives that it became a Cursed Tool on its own. She also had a shuriken pistol, which was a common sidearm among the Aeldari, since just about everyone on the Craftworld, civilians included, carried one for self defense purposes. Satoru had seen those things in action, mostly their larger counterparts, but these weapons were no joke, capable of piercing through damn near anything that wasn't shielded with some fancy shit.

Fascinating.

"Waddaya want?" Satoru raised a brow. The woman, whom he assumed was a Harlequin, based entirely on her wardrobe choice, exuded no malice or aggression. That didn't mean that she wasn't a threat, but it did mean that – at least, right here and now – she wasn't hostile. Good enough. Then again, to be certain, it wasn't as though she could do anything about Infinity. "And, really, I don't have all day. So, keep it brief."

"So, you're the Britheim?" The woman said, her voice deeper than Satoru had expected. She maintained an odd, but otherwise curious smile, revealing rows of pearly white teeth.

Satoru leaned against the wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and shrugged. After a moment, he shook his head and raised his right hand, revealing to her the mark of Khaine. More than any hearsay or weird prophecy, him having the mark of a shard of a god was probably the single greatest proof of his status as the Britheim; otherwise, why would that Shard of Khaine even bother? "That's what everyone keeps telling me; I'm just doing what I can to help – nothing fancy. So, go ahead and tell me what you want, because I'm getting tired of all the cryptic stuff. No offense, but regular Aeldari are cryptic enough; you clowns are supposedly even worse."

The woman chuckled. "I am Lentheren of the Harlequins, servant of Cegorach, He Who Laughs in the Face of She Who Thirsts."

"That is a very long title," Satoru shrugged. "Once again, that doesn't answer my question. Why are you here. Why'd you sneak in, instead of just knocking? There was a perfectly good doorbell down there and you ignored it."

"Lord Cegorach sends his regards," The woman finally said, reaching into... somewhere and pulling out a... a rock. Yeah, a cool rock, but most definitely a rock. Lentheren dropped the rock onto Satoru's open palm. Satoru looked down and stared at it for a moment, raising a brow. There was nothing special about it, aside from its shape and color – triangular and blue. Nothing else. No symbols. No Cursed Energy. Nothing. Why would-

Ah

"It's just a rock, is it? It's literally just an ordinary rock" Satoru sighed, blinking as he desperately forced away the grin that was spreading over his lips. "Good one. Now, what exactly does Cegorach want with me? I'm pretty sure he's not been powdered or whatever."

Lentheren giggled as she reached down once more and, this time, pulled out a gray scroll, wrapped in a crimson ribbon. "My lord Britheim, lord Cegorach has ordered me to give you this letter; t'is for your eyes only and no other. He trusts that you will understand its importance to you, to the Children of Asuryan, to the lost, and to all those whose fates are now intertwined with yours."

Satoru nodded, raising a brow as he slipped the cool rock in his pocket and pulled the ribbon off of the scroll. It didn't take him very long to read through the whole thing, however, considering there was only a single sentence there. Satoru sighed and shook his head, furling the scroll. "Well, ain't this a bitch."

AN: Chapter 46 is out on (Pat)reon!