Tokyo.
The rooftop of a ruined skyscraper.
Cold wind howled across the broken skyline.
Standing on the edge of the building was Kenjaku, wearing the body of Suguru Geto.
Below him stretched a city transformed by the Culling Game.
Buildings lay in ruins.
Cursed spirits roamed freely.
Yet Kenjaku looked down upon the destruction with admiration.
Like an artist admiring his masterpiece.
"Magnificent."
"A thousand years of preparation…"
"…finally blooming."
Behind him floated a small golden creature.
The administrator shikigami of the Culling Game.
Kogane.
Kenjaku smiled.
"The number of players has dropped exactly as expected."
"Sukuna has secured his vessel."
"Megumi Fushiguro's soul has fallen."
"And Yorozu is dead."
"All obstacles removed."
He reached out.
Opening Kogane's interface.
"Now then."
"It's time to conclude this game."
"Add a rule."
"The Culling Game will end when all players except Suguru Geto and Megumi Fushiguro are dead."
For a moment—
Kogane did nothing.
Then alarms blared.
"Warning."
"Rule conflicts with Culling Game sustainability."
"Rule cannot be added."
The purpose of the Culling Game was simple:
Players kill each other.
The cursed energy generated fuels Kenjaku's ultimate ritual of human evolution.
A termination condition would violate the system's rules.
Kenjaku chuckled.
"As expected."
"But what if I destroy Tengen's barrier system?"
"If the entire Culling Game collapses…"
"Your 'sustainability' principle becomes meaningless."
This was his trump card.
Kenjaku now controlled Tengen.
The barrier network of Japan was effectively in his hands.
Kogane fell silent.
Even as a shikigami bound by rules—
It had to choose.
Game collapse.
Or rule violation.
Seconds passed.
Then—
Its eyes flickered.
Turning red.
"Rule accepted."
"New rule added."
"Rule 14: When all players except Suguru Geto and Megumi Fushiguro die, the Culling Game ends."
"Rule 15: Suguru Geto and Megumi Fushiguro may terminate the Culling Game at any time."
At that moment—
The announcement echoed across every colony.
Every remaining player heard the message.
Everyone realized the same thing.
The final phase had begun.
Tokyo Jujutsu High — Underground Shelter
Surviving sorcerers gathered inside the bunker.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Present were:
Yuta OkkotsuMaki ZeninKinji HakariPandaToge Inumaki
And newly returned—
Yagami Sora.
Yuji Itadori.
On a hospital bed nearby lay Hana Kurusu.
Yuta finally broke the silence.
"You all heard it."
"That bastard Kenjaku wants to kill every player."
"The game only ends if we die."
Maki crossed her arms.
Her expression was cold.
"And Sukuna has completed his vessel."
"The situation couldn't be worse."
Indeed.
Their enemies now stood united.
Kenjaku — mastermind of a thousand years.
Sukuna — King of Curses with the Ten Shadows Technique.
Meanwhile their side had suffered devastating losses:
Satoru Gojo sealedMegumi Fushiguro possessedNobara Kugisaki missingAoi Todo severely weakened
It looked hopeless.
Panda spoke quietly.
"…Is there really no way?"
"Yes."
Yagami Sora answered immediately.
All eyes turned to him.
He walked toward Hana Kurusu.
"As long as we free Gojo Satoru from the Prison Realm."
"Everything changes."
The room fell silent.
Then hope sparked in everyone's eyes.
Gojo Satoru.
The strongest sorcerer alive.
"But…"
Yuta glanced at Hana.
"Can Angel still use her technique?"
During the previous battle, Hana had been ambushed by Sukuna.
Only Shoko Ieiri's Reverse Cursed Technique kept her alive.
Her body was still weak.
But suddenly—
Hana opened her eyes.
"I can."
Her voice trembled but remained firm.
"Sukuna deceived me."
"And he is a Fallen One."
"Someone who must be destroyed."
With effort she sat up.
Sora quickly supported her.
"You shouldn't push yourself."
"It's fine."
Hana shook her head stubbornly.
"If it helps defeat Sukuna…"
"…this pain means nothing."
Then she glanced toward Yuji.
"And I want to help Megumi too."
"He's a victim."
Yuji lowered his head.
"…Thank you."
Sora inhaled deeply.
Then looked around the room.
"We act immediately."
Yuta pulled out a map.
"Saitama Prefecture."
"Kiroko Quarry Training Grounds."
"Wide terrain."
"Few civilians."
"If something goes wrong during the unsealing process…"
"…collateral damage will be minimal."
"No objections."
Maki nodded.
"Then it's decided."
Sora spoke firmly.
"Yuta, Maki, Hakari — perimeter defense."
"Yuji and I protect the Angel."
"This operation…"
"…must succeed."
Everyone answered together.
"Understood!"
Thirty minutes later.
The barren quarry lay silent beneath the night sky.
Jagged rock cliffs surrounded the open pit.
The perfect location.
At the center—
They placed the Prison Realm.
The cube-shaped cursed object rested on a flat stone.
Inside it—
The strongest sorcerer in history remained sealed.
Sora looked toward Hana.
"Ready?"
Hana nodded.
Golden wings unfolded behind her.
Divine light illuminated the quarry.
"Technique."
"Jacob's Ladder."
A pillar of pure light erupted into the sky.
Then descended like divine judgment.
BOOM!!!
The beam struck the Prison Realm.
Blinding light engulfed the cube.
Everyone held their breath.
Success or failure—
Would be decided in this moment.
Yuji clenched his fists.
"Gojo-sensei…"
"Please…"
"Come back."
"We really can't hold out much longer."
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