Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue creates a powerful gravitational pull, taking the concept of attraction to its absolute limit—negative infinity.
However, by utilizing the Reverse Cursed Technique, one can multiply negative cursed energy against itself to generate positive energy. This positive energy isn't just used to heal the physical vessel; it can also be injected directly into the innate cursed technique to produce the exact opposite effect.
If Blue is the ultimate attraction of negative infinity, then its reversal is the absolute repulsion of positive infinity.
This is Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!
Theoretically, having awakened the Reverse Cursed Technique, Su Mu possessed the mechanics required to cast Red. But unlike Gojo Satoru, he hadn't spent years meticulously training his cursed energy manipulation from childhood. His mastery was strictly limited to the fractured muscle memory provided by the System.
At a mere 23% Template Synchronization, his inherited experience was far below the threshold required to safely execute Red.
Casting it now relied entirely on his own raw, unrefined control. But with the transcendental calculations of the Six Eyes backing him up, he refused to believe he would fail!
Multiplying his negative cursed energy, Su Mu generated a volatile surge of positive energy and forcefully channeled it through the pathway of his spatial technique.
The moment the incantation left his lips, a microscopic, black-red singularity violently materialized at the tip of his slender index finger.
As he poured more cursed energy into it, the singularity slowly expanded under his straining control. But just as it was about to fully form, the structural integrity of the positive energy became catastrophically unstable.
Sensing the technique was on the verge of collapsing and detonating point-blank, a mad, thrilled smile split Su Mu's face. Pushing the Six Eyes and his innate Energy Absorption to their absolute limits, he manually and forcefully clamped down on the collapsing singularity!
CRACK!
Savage arcs of black-red lightning violently erupted from the unstable singularity, lashing out in every direction. Wherever the lightning struck, the asphalt was instantly obliterated, carving out deep trenches spanning dozens of meters.
Soldiers caught in the erratic arcs of repulsive gravity didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies were instantaneously pulverized into fine mists of blood and bone dust.
Even Su Mu himself couldn't escape the chaotic backlash. The terrifying, localized gravity tore at his reinforced physical vessel, continuously ripping his flesh apart—only for the Reverse Cursed Technique to instantaneously stitch him back together in an endless, agonizing cycle of destruction and rebirth.
Just as his energy reserves were scraping the absolute bottom and he was about to lose his grip, the chaotic lightning suddenly condensed. The instability vanished, leaving behind a perfectly stable, pea-sized black-red singularity hovering at his fingertip.
A full kilometer down the avenue, the fleeing gray giant was suddenly gripped by overwhelming, primal terror. He skidded to a halt and looked back. Thanks to his enhanced vision, he had a perfectly clear view of the apocalyptic scene unfolding in the distance.
Everything around that terrifying man was violently disintegrating. The boy's own body was repeatedly tearing open and healing. Yet, amidst the floating, atomized rubble and the scattered corpses of the military strike team, the white-haired demon was smiling.
Blood dripped down from his forehead, staining his mesmerizing, crystalline blue eyes a morbid crimson, but the euphoric, transcendental smile on his face was entirely genuine.
BOOM!
The black-red singularity shot forward like a cannonball, trailing violent arcs of crimson lightning.
Its velocity was incomprehensible. Even the giant's superhuman kinetic vision couldn't track it!
Before his brain could even process the movement, the terrifying sphere of absolute repulsion was right in front of him.
The giant instinctively crossed his massive arms to block. But against the positive infinity of Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, physical mass was entirely meaningless.
The giant could only watch in despair as the singularity instantly atomized his thick arms, grinding his indestructible bones into dust. The orb of red light punched effortlessly through his broad chest, bursting out his back and continuing its trajectory of destruction down the street!
RUMBLE!
After blowing a hole straight through the giant, the singularity tore through the cityscape for another thousand meters, carving a massive, smoking canyon straight through Hell's Kitchen before finally dissipating.
The giant's bisected upper torso slid off his legs, entirely dead before it hit the ground.
Time itself seemed to freeze. Aside from the heavy, ragged panting of Su Mu, the entire street was dead silent.
Every single survivor stared in absolute, paralyzing horror at the white-haired demon. Was this truly a level of destruction a human being could achieve?!
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Su Mu slowly began walking toward the surviving, heavily armed soldiers.
It was a fundamentally absurd scene. One side was a fully equipped, mechanized military strike force. The other was a single, solitary young man completely drenched in his own blood. Yet, as the blood-soaked boy took a step forward, the entire army simultaneously took a terrified step back.
The SHIELD agents who had just arrived on the perimeter, the X-Men and Brotherhood members watching from the rooftops, and the hiding civilians—all of them bore witness to this impossible reality.
The white-haired, blood-drenched demon suddenly threw his arms wide and tilted his head back, erupting into a fit of maniacal, arrogant laughter. As he laughed, the horrific lacerations across his body rapidly sealed themselves shut.
He took another step forward. The highly trained soldiers scrambled backward in a panic.
One soldier tripped over a piece of rubble, smashing his head hard against the concrete. Blood poured down his face, yet he violently clamped both hands over his own mouth, absolutely terrified of making even the slightest sound that might draw the demon's gaze.
No one mocked him. Because absolutely no one had the courage to breathe too loudly in the presence of that monster.
It wasn't until the white-haired demon leisurely strolled around a street corner and vanished from sight that the collective spell was broken. The soldiers, the spies, and even the elite mutants collectively collapsed to their knees, gasping for air.
At that exact moment, every single faction present shared a single, unified thought:
Report this immediately. We must recruit Su Mu into our ranks at all costs. He was undeniably a newly ascended Level 5 mutant. Whichever faction managed to claim him would instantly shatter the global balance of power!
Meanwhile, hiding in a shattered electronics store, a sweaty, middle-aged man was hyperventilating as he desperately clutched a high-end DSLR camera.
He had photographed the entire thing.
Eddie Brock knew with absolute certainty that this was the absolute greatest journalistic scoop of the decade!
A massive terrorist/military conflict right in the heart of Manhattan? Mutants waging war in the streets? The birth of a terrifying, god-like "White Demon"? This roll of film was going to cause an absolute earthquake in the press!
The moment Su Mu turned the corner and broke line of sight, his arrogant posture instantly collapsed. Utilizing the absolute last drop of his energy, he pried open a heavy manhole cover and dropped down into the sewers.
Hitting the damp concrete, he stumbled forward into the darkness. Several of the backlash wounds on his back tore open again, slowly seeping blood.
The energy consumption of Cursed Technique Reversal: Red was exponentially higher than he had calculated—especially since forcing the unstable singularity to form had bled off massive amounts of wasted power.
That single, devastating attack had completely drained his energy reserves to zero.
If he hadn't used the very last fumes of his power to heal his most visible wounds and bluff the army with that maniacal laughter, he would have been in serious trouble. Without the Limitless active, his Level 2 Energy Absorption absolutely could not render him immune to concentrated assault rifle fire.
As Su Mu dragged his exhausted body through the dimly lit sewer tunnels, the Six Eyes suddenly flared with a hyper-kinetic warning.
Because his reserves were completely bone-dry, he couldn't manifest the Limitless to stop the incoming projectile. Relying entirely on his enhanced physical reflexes, he violently twisted his torso to the side!
Clang!
A razor-sharp throwing knife grazed his ribs, sparking against the concrete wall before burying itself deeply into the brickwork.
Su Mu snapped his head up, staring down the dark tunnel.
A man clad in a dark, tactical bodysuit with a stark white target motif on his forehead stepped out from the shadows. He held his hands casually at his waist, four perfectly balanced throwing knives effortlessly pinched between the fingers of each hand.
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