"My family! My fellow sorcerers!"
"For a pure world without monkeys, a world where only we jujutsu sorcerers exist!"
"Tomorrow at sundown, I will release one thousand cursed spirits in both Shinjuku and Kyoto, and I will issue an order for total extermination!"
"Together, let us create our own justice!"
Inside the grand auditorium of the Star Religious Group headquarters, a place as magnificent as a palace.
Suguru Geto, dressed in his signature gojo-kesa robes, stood with his arms spread wide like a fanatical savior descending upon the world.
He delivered a deafening pre-battle speech to the hundreds of frenzied believers below.
"Long live Lord Suguru!"
"For our justice! For the new world!"
"Kill all those filthy monkeys!"
The eyes of the believers below were bloodshot; like a mindless mob of fanatics, they pumped their fists and let out gut-wrenching roars of fervor.
Watching this chaotic spectacle of dancing demons.
Beneath the shadow where no one could see, a flicker of irrepressible coldness and disgust crossed Suguru Geto's face, which usually bore a gentle smile.
He slowly lowered his arms.
In the long corridor leading to the private chambers deep within the headquarters.
A pot-bellied, fawning donor of the Star Religious Group suddenly blocked his path.
"Lord Suguru, about tomorrow's Night Parade of a Hundred Demons... I've donated so much money, could I ask you to give my family some special consideration?"
On the surface, this man was a fanatic, but in reality, he was a spy planted by the higher-ups within the Star Religious Group to monitor Suguru Geto's movements.
Suguru Geto stopped, his gaze devoid of any warmth.
"Consideration?"
A cruel, twisted arc curled at the corner of his mouth.
In the next second, a tiny Fly Head curse burrowed into the donor's nostril, violently churning deep inside his brain.
Before the man could even scream, his eyes bulged, and he collapsed stiffly onto the carpet.
"That is your consideration."
Stepping over the twitching corpse, Suguru Geto walked expressionlessly into his private room, which was shrouded in darkness.
*Click.*
The heavy wooden door was locked tight.
The deafening, frenzied cheers were finally shut out completely.
The fervor on Suguru Geto's face vanished instantly, replaced by a profound exhaustion and a weakness bordering on collapse.
He walked to the sink in the corner of the room and looked at himself in the mirror.
The face that had once been full of sunshine and moral righteousness at Jujutsu High was now covered with dark circles and a bottomless, malevolent aura.
It had been ten years.
All for the sake of that insane plan he had made with Satoru Gojo and Yoru on the stone steps of a secluded shrine.
He had forced himself to become the "most evil curse user" who struck fear into the hearts of the entire jujutsu world.
"Urgh—!"
Suddenly, Suguru Geto bent over sharply, his hands gripping the edge of the sink as he let out a violent dry heave.
Trembling, he pulled a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit Orb he had just captured outside from his robes.
It was a black, viscous mass that emitted a nauseating stench of rot, looking as if it were kneaded together from countless human malices and filth.
Suguru Geto looked at the Cursed Spirit Orb in his hand, a look of deep loathing flickering in his eyes.
Every time he swallowed a cursed spirit.
It felt like swallowing a foul rag that had been used to wipe up vomit and sewage sludge!
During these long ten years, in order to amass enough forces to launch the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, he had lost count of how many of these disgusting monsters he had swallowed.
*Gulp.*
Fighting back the churning nausea in his stomach, Suguru Geto shoved the Cursed Spirit Orb into his mouth and forced it down.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The intense reflex to vomit made him cough violently, and tears began to stream from the corners of his eyes.
Within the darkness of these last ten years.
To ensure that Kenjaku, lurking in the shadows, would completely lower his guard, he had to disguise himself as a madman who was easily read.
Not only did he have to frantically collect evidence of Kenjaku's millennium-long infiltration of the jujutsu world in secret, but he also had to use these extreme massacres to force the rotten higher-ups to react.
'Since those old fossils want me to be a pawn in their hands, I might as well just flip the whole chessboard over.'
Suguru Geto looked at his malevolent reflection in the mirror, his eyes cold.
Every kill made for the sake of his plan, and every foul cursed spirit swallowed, constantly tore at the remnants of righteousness deep within his heart.
This prolonged mental torture had long ago pushed his psyche to the edge of an extremely unstable collapse.
Sometimes, he couldn't even tell anymore.
Whether his bone-deep hatred and murderous intent toward ordinary humans were just an act.
Or if they had become his true feelings.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
A soft knocking at the door interrupted Suguru Geto's thoughts.
"Lord Suguru, are you in there?"
From outside the door came the voices of Nanako Hasaba and Mimiko Hasaba, filled with concern.
Suguru Geto took a deep breath, forcing down the churning in his stomach. He turned on the faucet, washed his face, and put back on that gentle yet powerful smile.
He pulled the door open and saw his core followers standing outside.
Besides Nanako and Mimiko, Larue, Miguel, Manami Suda, and the others were all standing there, fully armed.
"Lord Suguru."
Nanako stepped forward, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at Suguru Geto's slightly pale complexion.
"Everyone is ready. We can depart for Shinjuku and Kyoto at any time."
"No matter what happens, we will follow you to the death, until the very end!"
Looking at these family members—the only ones who could make him feel a sliver of warmth in the darkness—Suguru Geto's long-numbed heart couldn't help but quiver slightly.
He reached out and gently patted Nanako and Mimiko on the head.
"Thank you."
'However, this stage is destined to be a carnage where survival is nearly impossible.'
Suguru Geto sighed silently to himself.
He knew better than anyone that launching this massive Night Parade of a Hundred Demons had dual purposes.
On one hand, it was to complete the plan and draw out that thousand-year-old brain lurking in the shadows, the one eyeing Riko and the entire jujutsu world.
On the other hand, it was to force the rotten higher-ups to reform completely and to allow the massive wildcard, Yuta Okkotsu, to grow properly.
But more importantly...
He truly couldn't hold on much longer.
He needed a grand finale to end his ten years of self-torture and pretense.
No matter whether the final outcome of this gamble was life or death.
He already had no way back.
"It's about time."
Suguru Geto adjusted his gojo-kesa, and within his narrow eyes, the madness and resolve of the most evil curse user flared once more.
He walked past the group, striding toward the main entrance of the headquarters.
"Let's go."
"Let's go create our own justice."
He said it casually, yet his tone carried a hint of true madness that even he could no longer distinguish!
Meanwhile, in this whirlpool of madness where truth and lies were hard to tell apart.
Would Suguru Geto's half-real murderous intent cause him to completely lose himself on tomorrow's battlefield, even turning against his former best friend and comrades...
And deal a lethal blow?!
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