"You know," Nozomi said calmly, his expression disturbingly fascinated, "killing you—or him—isn't my goal. What I want is to witness the creature that stands at the pinnacle of life."
His eyes gleamed with an unnatural excitement. Helping Cursed Spirits was merely a means to an end for him. They weren't allies; they were tools. Nozomi was different—he was special.
"Interestingly," he continued with a casual smile, "after James destroyed the original body, I stumbled across this one. He's not well-known, but his technique is very interesting."
Gojo Satoru said nothing, but his expression tightened slightly.
"It's teleportation!" Nozomi said, spreading his arms wide. "At first glance, it seems like your average space-exchange technique. But this one… he refined it using my knowledge until there's practically zero energy cost!"
His voice rose with excitement.
"Can you imagine it, Gojo Satoru? For the past ten years, I've roamed every inch of land, marked every new Cursed Spirit, and signed contracts with dozens of special-grade Cursed Spirits—all for this day!"
Nozomi covered his face with both hands and let out a mad laugh. His expression was nearing collapse.
Gojo's eyes narrowed. A thought was forming—something truly terrifying.
"That's right!" Nozomi suddenly shouted, hands forming seals. "It's time!"
> "Let the Million Curses descend upon Tokyo! Jujutsu sorcerers, are you ready?!"
A massive pulse of cursed energy erupted.
Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes dilated in alarm. His instincts screamed danger. Just as he activated Cursed Technique Reversal: Cang, a bright white light engulfed the station, and Nozomi's figure vanished completely.
---
Across Tokyo, lines of cursed light began to emerge—one after another, glowing white as they carved through the city.
First a few dozen...
Then hundreds.
Then thousands.
Then hundreds of thousands.
White pillars shot toward the sky from every district, illuminating the city in a pale, ominous glow.
Above them, thick black clouds rolled in. The cursed energy gathering in the atmosphere was so immense that the sky itself began to distort. Lightning crackled, thunder roared, and Tokyo trembled under a supernatural pressure.
Millions of people stopped in their tracks, staring up at the spectacle in awe.
They had no idea that the apocalypse had arrived.
---
Even seasoned Jujutsu sorcerers were stunned.
Itadori Yuji and his team paused in the middle of combat. Their opponents—the Curse Users—were equally dumbfounded. This wasn't part of any plan.
From the shadows between high-rise buildings, immense cursed presences emerged—first a few, then many more. Gigantic, malformed beasts began roaming the city.
In the suburbs, residents stared at Tokyo in terror. Some collapsed to their knees and began to pray, believing that the gods had finally come to punish them.
But even gods couldn't help them now.
---
From Kyoto, Gakuganji and his squad had just arrived and stood in silent disbelief. Nishimiya Momo's eyes welled with tears. The elderly Gakuganji, though hardened by battle, saw the signs clearly:
> This was the second coming of the Kyushu Island Disaster.
War was upon them once again.
---
Outside the Shibuya barrier, Kusakabe Atsuya had already taken down several Cursed Spirits while patrolling. Sweat poured down his face. His cursed energy senses were overwhelmed.
More Cursed Spirits were emerging by the second.
"This isn't some Shibuya Incident…" he muttered in disbelief. "This is... the Tokyo Incident."
Above the city, cursed energy surged like a flood, and the sky roared—not from a storm, but from the cries of the dying.
Even James, who was far away on Kyushu Island, could feel the surge. The cursed pressure sweeping through the air was so enormous it was like the whole country had shifted.
---
Orders were sent out to every Jujutsu branch.
> "All divisions, report to Tokyo immediately! Those who refuse will be sentenced to death!"
Countless Jujutsu sorcerers took to the roads, skies, and teleportation arrays—rushing to the city.
But for many... they already feared it was too late.
---
Nanami Kento and Gray Bear had been heading toward Shibuya when the cursed eruption occurred. They stopped in their tracks, sensing the immense shift.
"...This is worse than we imagined," Nanami muttered grimly.
"Yeah," Gray Bear replied, drawing his weapon. "Much worse—because that thing's looking at us now."
Out of the swirling white light ahead, a Premium Cursed Spirit stepped forward, eyes glowing with malevolence.
Nanami readied his blade. "If I'd known I'd die in Tokyo, I might've lived my life differently."
"You don't say…" Gray Bear sighed, raising his own cursed tool.
---
Elsewhere, near the outer edge of Shibuya, Mei Mei and her brother You You stared at the sky, stunned.
"That's... an extraordinary scene," Mei Mei whispered.
"Are you scared?" she asked her younger brother, glancing sideways.
"As long as Onee-sama is with me, I'm not afraid of anything!" You You replied confidently.
Yet fate was playing one of its cruel tricks.
The technique Nozomi had used—the one that summoned all these Cursed Spirits—was eerily similar to the one You You would master in the future. A technique that would save lives... had now been used to open the gates of hell.
"It seems," Mei Mei said coldly, "we're not very welcome here."
From the surrounding shadows, several low-level Cursed Spirits crept forward. But they were just fodder. The real danger came from the hulking beast that stepped into view—
A Premium Cursed Spirit.
It had two long whiskers protruding from its skull and massive sickle-like arms. Its cursed energy surged with terrifying force.
> Six Sukuna Fingers.
---
Meanwhile, Itadori and Inumaki Toge were battling a Curse User. Itadori, anxious and furious, held nothing back. Leaping into the air, he synchronized perfectly with Toge's command:
> "Freeze!"
A black flash ignited from Itadori's right fist as he slammed into the Curse User like a meteor. The enemy was blasted away in a flash of cursed lightning.
> The first anchor point of the Shibuya barrier had been purified.
All around Tokyo, Jujutsu students and full-grade sorcerers accelerated their missions. Since the last great war, Curse Users had lost their power and influence—none could rival the new generation of elite sorcerers.
---
In the subway, Gojo Satoru was still locked in battle with the Four Calamities.
He couldn't unleash his full power. He couldn't use Domain Expansion. He had to avoid harming the civilians packed into the station.
And yet—he was winning.
His rage burned like fire. The Four Calamities—four special-grade Cursed Spirits—were all being overwhelmed.
Even under pressure, Gojo Satoru was a one-man army.
---
Elsewhere in Tokyo, a lone man walked the ruined streets. Cursed Spirits attacked him from all sides, but he kept going.
His appearance was strange—horizontal lines and purple bruises under his eyes, middle-part bangs, and twin ponytails that shot up like horns.
He didn't even know why he was here. But his instincts screamed that his younger brother was nearby.
"I must've come to protect him..." he muttered, dazed.
Suddenly, cursed blood splashed underfoot. A crater formed where he stood, the pavement shattered. A tiny, eerie Cursed Spirit appeared before him.
It looked like a child, with bloodshot eyes and red streaks at the corners of its mouth.
"Could you please move?" he asked politely. "I need to find my brother."
The spirit simply growled in response.
He sighed and clapped his hands together.
> "Bai Lian — Piercing Blood!"
A crimson beam tore through the air, annihilating the Cursed Spirit and several buildings behind it.
"If you can't understand me, then just die."
---
Far to the south, a streak of light sliced through the clouds.
A figure was approaching with terrifying speed—James.
In his hand, a long sword hummed with divine resonance. Its sharp aura was so strong that it carved the sky in half. Every Jujutsu sorcerer en route to Tokyo felt it—the blade's will, the sheer pressure.
> The battlefield was about to welcome one of its strongest champions.
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