After Nishida Kagetatsu broke through the barrier, the evacuation of the crowd was fully recorded by a helicopter broadcasting live from a great height. The strange thing was that while the host fell into extreme fear at the sight of the cursed spirits, the viewers in front of their televisions couldn't see the "monsters" at all.
Only a few minutes later, a new broadcast feed suddenly appeared, and crows hovering in the sky unreservedly revealed this cursed, real world to everyone.
In an instant, the entire world was completely set ablaze. Combined with the previously officially approved and published information about curses and spirits, the internet immediately sparked an astonishingly heated debate.
"No way? Is this fake? Do these monsters really exist? So is our world this dangerous?"
"Hey, hey, hey, why are there these monsters all over Tokyo? The streets, high-rise buildings, squares, and parks are full of them everywhere. There are too many, right? But why aren't they moving?"
"Didn't you see? On the tallest building in the square, something is emitting waves, like it's suppressing those monsters called cursed spirits."
"Really, I looked away and saw it. Does it look like a knife?"
"A knife?"
At the same time, the first-grade sorcerer Mei Mei, who had received a fee of hundreds of millions for the broadcast, swirled the wine glass in her hand and slowly said, resting her head on her palm:
"Tens of millions of cursed spirits suppressed by a single knife. Nishida Kagetatsu..."
After a short pause and a sip of celebratory wine, Mei Mei continued:
"Truly a terrifying guy."
Setting aside the suppressed cursed spirits and the constantly resurrecting giant monsters, the most memorable thing was the battle of two true monsters in the center of Shibuya.
As the center of Tokyo's fashionable shopping district, Shibuya had already been reduced to a shocking ruin through a series of fierce battles.
Once known as the busiest all-directional intersection in the world, the road surface had cracked into several deep gullies. The clean zebra crossings were completely covered by a sea of blood transformed by Red Blood Manipulation. Broken glass, shattered bricks, and twisted metal debris covered the entire street.
Half of the skyscrapers, which had been illuminated all night by giant neon advertising screens on the periphery, had collapsed. Steel bars burst from the shattered concrete.
While saving others, Yuji Itadori, fighting Ryomen Sukuna, gradually fell into a disadvantage. Demon Head Kijuro's ritual allowed Sukuna to gradually regain the divine power of "Sukuna the Ghost," and even without relying on sneak attacks, he gained the strength to face Yuji Itadori head-on.
They locked in the center of the square, exchanging blows with all four arms. The fierce wind from their death struggle lifted the blood around them, rolling up the shattered remains of buildings into a fierce storm wrapped in blood.
The terrifying force, capable of piercing the earth, caused their feet to continuously sink into the concrete beneath them. But Sukuna grew more and more excited, wildly roaring in the storm of blood and debris:
"Why can't a kid do it? If you don't care about the lives of these people, it seems you're going to lose!"
"If you lose, I'll definitely kill everyone here! Right before your eyes—kill them all!!"
Sukuna's words instantly ignited the fury rising in Yuji Itadori's chest. He suddenly took an incoming Black Flash from the other side, not even paying attention to the intense pain of cracked bones and cursed energy. He lowered his waist and shoulders, executing a thunderous slant of an iron mountain, directly sending Sukuna flying.
Sukuna flew backward over four hundred meters like a shell fired from a chamber, crashing through three reinforced concrete buildings one after another. In the roaring collapse, the smoke and dust rising into the sky instantly engulfed his figure.
The wounds torn by the Black Flash were still bleeding, and every breath was accompanied by the sharp pain of displaced organs. But Itadori didn't stop for even half a moment.
He didn't intend to use the Reverse Cursed Technique to heal his wounds, refusing to leave even a tenth of a second of gap for Sukuna. With a hoarse roar tearing from his throat, he chanted an incantation that should have belonged to the King of Curses, word by word.
"Dragon's scales, ripples, and meteors paired!"
The moment the words fell, a [Cleave] capable of cutting the world had already torn through the sky. Everything was cut, tearing through the dust-filled sky and striking Sukuna deep in the smoke and dust.
Itadori didn't stop for half a moment. Cursed energy surged at his fingertips, simultaneously beginning to charge [Blood Piercing Thrust].
In the smoke and dust, even the King of Curses couldn't fully avoid this slash. He relied on his inhumanly strong body to withstand the blow, but his body was still cut.
But he didn't even cry out in pain. His four arms simultaneously exerted force, sharply bending and moving his severed upper and lower body. The positive cursed energy of the Reverse Cursed Technique was about to cover the wounds, when the [Blood Piercing Thrust] tearing through the sky, already wrapped in destructive cursed energy, violently struck his body!
[Blood Piercing Thrust], filled with all of Yuji Itadori's cursed energy and capable of automatically locking onto the opponent's vital points, was not half off target. The hot blood bullet, wrapped in destructive force, first pierced Sukuna's abdomen. The moment its remaining inertia disappeared, it precisely blocked his head, piercing his brain. Even the buildings and sidewalks of the entire street behind him were completely shattered and devastated by this strike.
The core of his cursed energy and the core of his technique were completely destroyed in an instant. Even Ryomen Sukuna, who had lived for a thousand years, had no power to return.
Majestic life force rapidly gushed from his broken body. His knees softly hit the ground, and then his entire body collapsed like weakness.
His blood and Yuji Itadori's blood intertwined and merged on the cold ground, forming a dazzling crimson color, continuously spreading to the surroundings. The blood flowed like a stream.
Seeing this, Yuji Itadori slowly relaxed. After healing his wounds with the Reverse Cursed Technique, he slowly approached Ryomen Sukuna, whose expression was somewhat confused.
He hadn't originally wanted to kill the other party, but unfortunately, the situation was beyond his control. First, Ryomen Sukuna had inexplicably become stronger, and then tens of millions of cursed spirits raged across Tokyo, forcing him to split his focus to save people.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to fight so hard. And Ryomen Sukuna's intuition was also quite frightening. Every time he wanted to release his domain, the other party would charge forward to interrupt him or directly escape the domain's capture range, and he wouldn't release his domain to fight him.
But now, it was over. Ryomen Sukuna had died by his hand once again.
Just as Yuji Itadori stood still, lost in thought, the crow broadcast above his head was already streaming Itadori's victorious pose on the internet, allowing everyone to witness this fierce duel.
"Phew! Seeing such a duel between strong men is worth dying for!!"
"Can humans really do this? This is already Superman, right? So there really were gods in ancient times. Was that four-armed monster really the legendary Sukuna the Ghost?"
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Just as the internet was joyfully celebrating the victory of the good guys, attentive netizens soon realized something was wrong.
"Hey! Isn't this guy dead? Looks like he's moving!"
Yuji Itadori, who had just stepped back a few steps, didn't notice at all that the corpse behind him, which should have been completely severed, was slowly straightening up with the screech of grinding bones.
His four arms were soaked in blood, all twenty fingers were broken at the roots, and most of his head was shattered with blood. Only half a nose and a full mouth remained. In his mouth were the twenty fingers he had personally turned into cursed objects.
He had once seen Kenjaku throw them, and Ryomen Sukuna had fully mastered the method of creating cursed objects.
Realizing he was about to die, he did not hesitate to convert all twenty fingers into cursed objects, then shoved them all into his mouth, turning his body into a new "vessel body" that would carry his cursed object after death, completely reversing life and death.
Just before Itadori noticed the anomaly, Sukuna's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed all twenty cursed fingers in his mouth into his stomach.
The bloody holes in his brain and abdomen, pierced by the blood bullet, instantly healed as before under the effect of the positive cursed energy of the Reverse Cursed Technique.
When Yuji Itadori finally noticed that a terrifying cursed energy had suddenly exploded, and he sharply turned around, Ryomen Sukuna had already closed the distance and appeared before him.
He raised his hand and pressed his palm toward Itadori's face. The corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted, nearly bursting into mad laughter, but he still chanted the incantation synchronously without error. In an instant, 0.02 seconds, he unleashed a [Dismantle] capable of breaking all targets in the world.
He knew deep down that this full-powered [Dismantle] was erupting from his palm. As long as this kid remained a being of flesh and blood, there was absolutely no way he could survive.
As his mind calmed, the moment the incantation ended and the sharp pressure of [Dismantle] fully erupted, Sukuna spat out the victor's announcement to Yuji Itadori beneath his palm:
"Goodbye, kid. I'm afraid I'll never forget you."
In the next moment, a dazzling white light flashed before Sukuna's eyes. Before he could realize something was wrong, the wrist covering Yuji Itadori's face exploded in a pool of blood, and Nishida Kagetatsu had already fallen from nowhere, standing between him and Yuji Itadori.
By the time Sukuna's consciousness caught up with his body's instinctive reaction, he had already retreated four hundred meters with the final perception of a deadly threat.
And Yuji Itadori, who had narrowly escaped death, stood before Kagetatsu in a daze, his face full of fear.
"It's okay, kid."
"You... are you Mr. Nishida Kagetatsu?"
Seeing the visitor, Itadori visibly relaxed and scratched his head with a hint of residual guilt.
"Sorry, I..."
Looking at Yuji Itadori, who had lost all the burdens of the future before him, leaving only a young man in distress, Kagetatsu fully understood that he was only fifteen years old.
He gently interrupted the boy as he began to blame himself: "It's okay. You did well enough. Stop blaming yourself, Itadori."
And four hundred meters away, seeing the opponent he had thought about day and night, the fighting spirit surging in Sukuna's chest instantly overwhelmed the instinctive fear that had penetrated deep into his bone marrow at this moment.
He stared at Kagetatsu and loudly shouted his opponent's name, his voice full of uncontrollable madness and fanaticism.
"Kagetatsu! Come here! Fight me! Now I have the strength to compete with you!"
Faced with Sukuna's mad invitation, Kagetatsu simply casually turned his face sideways and glanced at him.
One look made the King of Curses, who had just been furious, suddenly freeze. His roar got stuck in his throat, unable to spit out half a word, until this time Kagetatsu turned his head and looked at Yuji Itadori before him.
"I'm going to deal with a more troublesome matter now. I'll leave this to you here."
Seeing that there was still lingering worry in Itadori's eyes, he raised his hand and gently patted the young man's shoulder. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable force:
"The civilians in Shibuya have been effectively evacuated. You no longer need to hold yourself back."
"So... show your strength as much as you want, Yuji Itadori."
Encouraged by Kagetatsu, Itadori nodded heavily. All the worry in his eyes disappeared. He turned and faced Ryomen Sukuna again. Above his clenched fists, on his knuckles, slowly appeared the alien features and dark red cursed patterns unique to the Nine Phases of the Cursed Fruit.
Being completely ignored was like a slap suppressed on both sides of Sukuna's face. The rage in his chest instantly overflowed to the limit. He stretched out his powerful cursed energy and let out a deafening roar at Kagetatsu's back:
"Kagetatsu!!"
He had just shouted this name, and both felt questioning, humiliated anger and the unwillingness to fight. But Kagetatsu only glanced at him slightly, then turned his head back and didn't want to respond with a single word.
At that moment, a sharp pain suddenly exploded in extreme rage—the dull pain called loneliness that had entangled him for a thousand years.
He had thought he had finally found the meaning of existence, found an old enemy to defeat, and no longer had to be locked in a lonely school that no one could understand.
But he hadn't expected that the other party had never placed him on an equal footing from beginning to end.
Having no place to release his monstrous anger, he could only stare at Kagetatsu's back and roar with all his might, spitting out harsh words:
"Wait for me! When I kill this little devil, I'll come for you immediately!"
"Kagetatsu! Wait for me! I will definitely come to you, definitely!!"
However, the expected response never came. In the end, only the quiet wind passing through the ruins of Shibuya answered his hysterical roar.
Realizing the moment the main lord appeared, Mei Mei quickly made a decision and focused the observation perspective of the vast majority of the crows under her command on Kagetatsu.
Kagetatsu walked alone among the ruins of Shibuya, leisurely heading toward the center where the cursed spirit monster was rooted.
Even terrifying beings capable of frightening special-grade sorcerers stood motionless at this moment, all their cold eyes, full of rage and madness, fixed on him as he slowly walked.
This scene fell before everyone's eyes like Don Quixote charging alone at a windmill, appearing to others as a nearly naive lonely bravery and unyielding determination.
But they didn't suspect that in the eyes of those beings they considered "windmills," the main characters of this confrontation had been completely reversed from the very beginning.
They were the challengers who did not measure their own strength.
[Path of the Warrior: Silver] + [Hidden Master Silver]
[New Trait Acquired]
[Mortal Walking Gold (Limited)]
[Passive: 60% enhancement at full state]
[Passive: Skill mastery improvement +300%]
[Passive: Reduces skill learning difficulty by 90%]
[Active: Enter a state of spiritual séance. You can spend Popularity Points to gain temporary combat power blessings.]
[500 Popularity Points / 50% Temporary Combat Power]
[No upper limit]
[Popularity Gain Efficiency +300%]
[Walk the world of mortals as a god]
[You are more likely to attract divine attention]
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