"Aaaaaah!"
"Help! Monsters! There are monsters!"
"Get out of the way! Run!"
The streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo.
Once Japan's most prosperous and crowded commercial hub, it had now been completely reduced to a purgatory on earth, filled with despair and blood.
Countless Cursed Spirits, twisted in form and hideous in visage, rampaged through the streets like demons crawling out from the abyss of hell.
Some were as massive as mountains, their bodies covered in oozing eyes; others were as agile as leopards, their sharp claws capable of tearing a car into scrap metal in an instant.
They opened their bloody maws, spitting foul-smelling slime as they frantically chased down ordinary people who were fleeing in sheer terror.
Blood, screams, and despairing wails.
In less than a few minutes, every corner of the city was completely submerged in chaos.
It was as if the apocalypse had arrived.
"Hurry! Move it!"
"Cast the Curtain with everything you've got! We cannot let these monsters escape the Shinjuku perimeter!"
On the edge of the street, dozens of Assistant Supervisors, drenched in sweat and faces pale as paper, were fighting to maintain the massive black barrier that shrouded all of Shinjuku.
Their hands were shaking uncontrollably, and some were even coughing up blood due to cursed energy overexertion.
But not one of them retreated.
Because they weren't facing dozens or even hundreds.
They were facing an army of over a thousand Cursed Spirits, including a massive number of Grade 1 and Semi-Special Grade horrors!
If the defensive line collapsed, all of Tokyo would turn into a city of the dead!
*Bang!*
*Rumble—!*
At the heart of the battlefield, the Jujutsu High sorcerers were already locked in a brutal struggle.
"Ratio Technique: Collapse!"
Nanami Kento was dressed in his sharp suit, though it was now stained with the black blood of Cursed Spirits.
His blunt blade gleamed with the light of his cursed energy, and his gaze was cold as ice.
His figure moved like a ghost through the swarm, every swing of his blade precisely striking the 7:3 ratio weak point forced upon the spirits, severing them in two instantly.
Yet, beneath his stoic exterior, he could not hide the fact that his breathing was becoming increasingly labored.
"There are too many..."
Nanami Kento kicked away a Grade 2 spirit trying to ambush him from behind, his brow furrowed deeply.
"This isn't a Night Parade; it's a war of attrition where costs aren't being considered!"
"What kind of mess did those idiots at headquarters cause this time?!"
Not far from him.
Mei Mei swung her massive battle-axe, cleaving a colossal spirit straight down the middle.
"Oh my, this is quite the unprofitable venture."
Mei Mei flicked the black blood from her axe, her refined face showing an uncharacteristic trace of gravity.
"Where did that madman Suguru Geto get this many high-level spirits?"
"Even with us holding the front, a breach is only a matter of time."
It was just as Mei Mei said.
Despite being led by Grade 1 sorcerers like her and Nanami Kento.
The lower-grade sorcerers and students sent by the higher-ups as cannon fodder were reaching the breaking point in this horrific massacre.
"Help! I don't want to die!"
A Grade 4 sorcerer who had only recently awakened his cursed energy—and whose hands were shaking so hard he could barely hold his sword—slumped to the ground in despair.
Before him, a Semi-Special Grade spirit over ten meters tall, radiating a suffocating pressure, opened its mouth filled with barbs and slime and lunged down at him!
The nauseating stench of its breath was already blowing against his face.
"It's over..."
The young sorcerer closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his face.
Just as everyone thought he was a dead man.
*Vrrr—*
The sky suddenly erupted with a sharp sonic boom that sounded as if space itself were being torn apart!
Then.
A dazzling, brilliant blue light—bright enough to blind—crashed down onto the head of that Semi-Special Grade spirit like a falling meteor!
*BOOM—!!!*
Accompanied by a deafening explosion that made the ground of Shinjuku tremble violently.
The Semi-Special Grade spirit, which even Nanami Kento would have needed some effort to deal with.
Was crushed into a puddle of blood and gore by an unimaginable, invisible force in a single instant!
A shockwave of cursed energy exploded outward from the impact point, sweeping in all directions with overwhelming power.
It sent all the low-level spirits within dozens of meters flying into the air, where they were shredded into pieces by the violent cursed energy!
Under this absolute pressure, as if a god had descended, the noisy and bloody battlefield suddenly fell into a deathly silence!
Everyone—from the sorcerers in the middle of their struggle to the originally bloodthirsty spirits—stared blankly at the tall figure slowly emerging from the dust.
It was a man wearing the black Jujutsu High uniform.
He hovered in mid-air about a dozen meters above the ground, hands in his pockets, his short silver-white hair fluttering wildly in the wind.
In his brilliant blue eyes—no longer hidden by a blindfold and containing the depth of a vast starry sky.
There now flickered a murderous intent so violent it made souls tremble!
Satoru Gojo!
The Strongest of the Modern Era!
"Cursed Technique Lapse..."
Satoru Gojo looked down at the dense army of spirits below and slowly raised a slender finger.
At the tip of his finger, a blue orb no larger than a fingernail—yet containing enough energy to destroy everything—was compressing and condensing at a terrifying speed!
"Blue!"
*Vrrr—!!!*
The moment the blue orb left his hand.
A terrifying gravitational force capable of devouring everything and distorting space instantly enveloped the several-thousand-meter-long street!
*Roar!!!*
Countless spirits let out screams of despair and terror.
Their bodies were completely out of their control, sucked toward that blue orb like they were being dragged into a massive black hole!
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Amidst a series of skull-numbing pops.
The hundreds of spirits on the street were completely shredded into a cloud of black particles in less than a second by that terrifying 'Blue', dissipating into the wind!
An instant kill!
A true map-clearing wipeout!
Satoru Gojo slowly lowered his hand, a wild and bloodthirsty grin curling his lips.
His cold Six Eyes scanned the remaining spirits below, who were shivering in terror and had even forgotten to run.
"Alright, you small fry."
Satoru Gojo's voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield with a dominant pressure that made one want to kneel in worship.
"Now, tell me."
"Who wants to die first?"
Under this god-like pressure, the morale of the Jujutsu High side skyrocketed to its peak!
The strongest had arrived, and the tides had turned in an instant!
However.
Just as Satoru Gojo was about to begin his slaughter and clear the entire area.
On a rooftop not far away, several eerie figures hidden in the shadows slowly stood up.
The leader was a dark-skinned man wearing a beret, twirling a length of black rope in his hands.
Miguel looked down at the god-like, arrogant Satoru Gojo. Feeling that suffocating Limitless cursed energy, his eyes twitched violently.
He took a deep breath, wrapping the Black Rope tightly around his wrist, a flash of determination in his eyes.
"Damn you, Yoru..."
"My life ends here today!"
With a low growl of despair, Miguel's figure turned into a black bolt of lightning, launching a suicidal charge toward Satoru Gojo from above!