"The hatred of the dead is far more terrifying than that of the living."
This amused Fushiguro Toji.
The Jujutsu Sorcerers he killed were countless. Even the Zen'in Family, where he was born, had half its population slaughtered by Fushiguro Toji, leading to the family's decline.
But did these dead guys ever come back as ghosts to find him?
Even the living Zen'in Family bastards didn't dare retaliate, adhering to the principle that if you can't defeat him, you avoid him, staying far away from Fushiguro Toji, this God of Slaughter.
But the little brat was still speaking eloquently,
"You know nothing."
"This stone is like a butterfly surrounded by flowers; it is only attracted to wicked souls."
"That woman looks serious and proper, but her spiritual world is extremely 'rich'!"
"Jealousy! Anger! Disgust! Ambition! Yes, and she is surrounded by a deep sense of sin."
The white-haired brat recalled his first encounter with the woman. It had been a long time since he had met such an interesting human.
"The Killing Stone gave her the power to obtain everything she desired, granting her a new life!"
"It allowed her not to suppress herself, not to numb herself by killing Cursed Spirits day and night, but to fully unleash her desires!"
"No one can resist the power of the Killing Stone."
"The two of you only need to try it briefly to know how wonderful it feels to be enveloped by power."
"Ah!!!"
Before the brat could finish speaking, he let out a shriek far more agonizing than any pain he had previously endured.
Even with two Special Grade Cursed Tools lodged in him, he struggled violently, convulsing non-stop, seemingly in extreme agony.
A large amount of dark, black liquid overflowed from his empty right eye socket. The large chunk of Killing Stone that had filled the socket was gone.
"Drip, drip."
Kenmyo Isayama's left fingertips were stained with dark, black blood. The freshly extracted bloody stone was still warm and continuously dripping blood.
Just now, Kenmyo Isayama had thrust all five fingers into the right eye of the brat who clearly didn't know his place.
Not only did he slander Sister Mei, but he also tried to tempt Kenmyo Isayama afterward, urging him to try the "Killing Stone" and claiming it could grant their wishes.
Wait, if this damned thing was as powerful as you claim, would you be pinned motionless on the ground by me and the uncle?
The brat's tempting words were laughable, like a clown showing off a dollar bill in front of a billionaire.
If that peerlessly terrifying Cursed Spirit, Tamamo-no-Mae, stood personally before Kenmyo Isayama and made the promise, it might have been slightly more convincing.
When trying to peel the Killing Stone from the brat's body, Kenmyo Isayama encountered numerous dense obstructions resembling nerves and blood vessels.
The feeling was like scooping ice cream frozen as hard as rock. It was likely the same situation as Sister Mei's body: the Killing Stone acted as the core, and fine roots, similar to those buried deep underground, spread throughout his entire body.
When Kenmyo Isayama yanked it out, there were still a few ten-centimeter-long tendrils on the surface of the Killing Stone, similar to optic nerves. However, they turned into dust and were blown away by the wind the moment they touched the air.
This brat's "Killing Stone" surpassed Sister Mei's in both Cursed Energy density and intensity.
However, the brat's reaction was far less severe than Kenmyo Isayama had anticipated. He thought pulling out the "Killing Stone" would cause the brat to wither like a tree deprived of nutrients, definitely not just look like he was neutered without anesthesia.
But before he could wonder, the moment he held it, Kenmyo Isayama felt a very distinct needle-prick stinging sensation where his fingers touched the Killing Stone.
This was due to the Killing Stone's aggressive corrosiveness and devouring nature. The Jujutsu Sorcerer Association had conducted experiments using a "Killing Stone" far less concentrated than the one currently in Kenmyo Isayama's hand.
If an ordinary person touched it barehanded, all their flesh and blood would be instantly consumed, leaving behind only a skeletal corpse.
For ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers, the Killing Stone would form sharp spikes that enter the organs throughout the body via the blood vessels in the fingers. However, if the host's internal curses or Cursed Energy were insufficient, they would still be sucked dry by the stone.
"And this thing thinks it can grant my wishes?"
Kenmyo Isayama held up the Killing Stone, which was the size of a regular egg, toward the sun. Inside, a fox-shaped Cursed Spirit roared continuously at him, symbols resembling numbers flowed through it, and its constantly changing shape demonstrated the Killing Stone's extraordinary nature.
But to him, the "Killing Stone" was no different from an ornament.
Kenmyo Isayama had only just managed to deplete Sister Mei's Killing Stone to its critical point; there was no way he would use this one to replenish it.
Then this thing only had one remaining use.
"Give it back to me!"
The brat on the ground suddenly awoke from his pain. When he realized the bastard's intention, he was furious. He only had one eye, but that didn't stop him from glaring intensely at Kenmyo Isayama.
"Stay put!"
Fushiguro Toji lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the brat's head. The immense force transferred from the sole of his shoe crushed the face directly into the ground, leaving him only able to make muffled cries.
The seductive, crimson stone was tightly gripped in Kenmyo Isayama's hand, making a "crack, crack, crack" sound as he exerted force.
As the first crack appeared on the surface of the "Killing Stone," a blood-red Cursed Energy filled with madness drifted out.
"Absorbable Cursed Energy detected. Do you wish to absorb?"
But before the Cursed Energy could form a fox-shaped Cursed Spirit and attack Kenmyo Isayama, it began to be continuously absorbed from the Killing Stone by Kenmyo Isayama's palm, like an all-consuming "black hole."
[Points +200, Points +150]
The numbers jumped extremely fast, just like a gas pump meter.
Kenmyo Isayama's "Storm Absorption" stunned the other two individuals.
"Impossible! How can the power of a god be swallowed?"
The white-haired brat was clearly in disbelief, but when he felt his connection with the Killing Stone weakening, he finally panicked.
Moreover, his body began to undergo a transformation; very distinct blue veins appeared on his face and exposed skin, increasing until his entire body was covered in intricate blue threads beneath the surface.
His appearance gradually shifted toward that of a dried corpse or a mummy, as the root system inside his body, deprived of nourishment from the "Killing Stone," began to decay and wither.
But just then, an inexplicable tremor started beneath Kenmyo Isayama and Fushiguro Toji's feet. Then, several twisted pieces of wood extended from the fractured ground, lunging toward Kenmyo Isayama and the others.
What was particularly striking was that these pieces of wood were adorned with several white skulls. As the wood twisted strangely, the colliding skulls created a unique rhythmic beauty.
When Kenmyo Isayama saw this type of wood, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.
A sound of flesh being torn rang out.
It was the white-haired brat on the ground. His head had now "split up," leaving behind only a completely withered corpse, almost indistinguishable from a dead tree.
He couldn't escape.