On the screen, Yuji Itadori, now possessed by Sukuna underwent a horrifying transformation. Black, jagged markings crawled across his face like ink in water, and two eerie, lidless eyes slit open beneath his original ones. He looked ferocious, monstrous, and yet possessed a strange, unsettling beauty.
With a single, lazy swipe of his claw, the Grade-S Curse Spirit that had been terrorizing them disintegrated into a crimson mist, vanishing into the night air.
"Yes! I knew it! Nothing beats the feeling of the light in the flesh!"
"The meat of a Curse Spirit is utterly tasteless. Where are the humans? Where are the women?"
Under the cold moonlight, Sukuna tore open his shirt, laughing with a jagged, manic ferocity as he stood atop the school roof. He spread his arms wide, as if embracing an era of slaughter that was finally within his grasp.
The audience was paralyzed.
This version of Ryomen Sukuna looked... impossible. Itadori and Megumi couldn't even touch the monster working together, yet Sukuna had deleted it with a flick of his wrist?
The live chat on the streaming platform went into a frenzy:
[Holy crap! Sukuna is pure evil, but why is he so hot? And that power level... Is it true that being a villain gives you a 10,000% stat boost?!]
[Lucas Miller's acting just leveled up! I've never seen him play a villain, and the impact is insane!]
[Who voiced Sukuna? That growl! I'm a straight guy and even I'm questioning things right now!] (Note: Little did they know, it was Leo Vance using his Heaven-Defying Voice Acting ability).
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"Lucas, that was incredible!" Ava couldn't help but exclaim, turning to her friend. "You were terrifying! It's like you went from being a regular actor to a literal Oscar contender in one scene!"
As someone who had grown up in the industry alongside Lucas, Ava knew his flaws better than anyone. He often fell into the trap of being "formulaic" the same expressions, the same intensity, regardless of the role.
But this time, she could see a qualitative breakthrough. It wasn't just Lucas Miller in a wig; it was a King.
"What do you think, Chloe?" Ava asked.
Chloe Vance watched the screen, her gaze complex. "It was... impressive. He really captured that ancient, predatory vibe."
"Hehe!" Lucas scratched the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed. "Thanks, guys. It's my first time playing someone that unhinged. To be honest, the Director helped me find the 'flavor' for the role."
Ava's eyes filled with envy. "It must be amazing to work with a visionary like Julian Thorne."
On screen, the tension shifted. Yuji Itadori began to fight Sukuna for control of his own body. Steven Grant's Megumi stood nearby, forehead bleeding, his heart wavering.
Is the person in front of me Itadori... or the King of Curses? Do I exorcise him or save him?
Just as the stalemate reached its breaking point, a calm, magnetic voice drifted through the air.
"So, what's the situation here?"
A man with silver-white hair and a black blindfold stepped onto the roof with the casual grace of someone walking into a coffee shop.
"Instructor Gojo? Why are you here?" Megumi asked, stunned.
"I wasn't planning on it, but..." Gojo paused, looking at Megumi's battered face. "Whoa, you're really beat up, aren't you?"
Suddenly, Leo's Gojo pulled out a high-end smartphone. With a mischievous, almost bratty smile, he began snapping photos from every angle. "Wait, hold that pose! I've gotta show these to the second-years. Come on, Megumi, give me a 'wounded warrior' look!"
The audience was caught off guard.
[Hey! Your student is literally dying! Put the phone away! Are you taking a souvenir for his funeral?!]
And yet, despite the absurdity, the viewers found themselves laughing. The contrast between Sukuna's dark majesty and Gojo's utter lack of seriousness was infectious.
Gojo approached the possessed Itadori, tilting his head with an excited, curious grin. "Hmm... It's true. You're really mixed together. How fascinating."
"Does your body feel weird?" Gojo asked.
Itadori stretched his arm. "Not really."
"Can you switch with Sukuna?"
Itadori hesitated. "I think so."
Gojo nodded, satisfied. He stepped back, placed his hands on his knees, and started warming up like an athlete. "Okay, ten seconds. Give me ten seconds of Sukuna, then switch back."
Itadori looked panicked. "But--"
"It's fine," Gojo said, a calm, razor-sharp smile cutting across his face. "I'm the strongest."
The tone was so matter-of-fact, so devoid of doubt, that the audience felt a collective shiver.
[Haha! There it is! The 'Hellraiser' arrogance! I can smell the ego through the screen!]
[Wait, why was that actually cool? Leo's voice acting is incredible here.]
[I'm already taking screenshots. I don't care about the scandals anymore, this man IS Gojo.]
The humor returned a moment later when the audience realized Gojo, the "Strongest Sorcerer" had actually been late because he stopped to buy boutique cream-filled mochi from a shop in Little Tokyo.
"This isn't just a snack, Megumi," Gojo explained earnestly while the King of Curses loomed behind him. "These are limited edition. I wanted to eat them on the train ride back. See, the texture is different from the standard--"
"WATCH OUT!" Megumi screamed.
In the moonlight, Sukuna lunged! A blur of evil energy and raw speed aimed directly at Gojo's back.
BOOM!!!
The impact shook the entire rooftop, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air. The suddenness of the attack made several female viewers scream.
Just as everyone thought Gojo Satoru had been turned into a paste, the dust began to settle under the silver moonlight.