"Curse them! Bloodthirst Black Wrath.
Kenmyo gently stroked the blade with his palm, and viscous blood flowed down from his palm, covering the ground beneath him in a pool of blood.
It then spread out at an extremely fast speed, covering an area spanning two hundred meters around him.
The reason Kenmyo summoned the River of Death wasn't complicated; he wanted to pick up trash.
Returning to the old profession of the Orks.
With such a massive pile of giant robot wreckage in front of him, how much of a spendthrift would Kenmyo have to be to ignore this mountain of treasure?
The machine had merely lost its head and suffered damage to its power system; everything else was fine. The giant cannons on its hands were completely intact and could still fire Cursed Technique Artillery.
Speaking of which, Gojo Satoru's ancestor gave Kenmyo the inspiration; his River of Death, like the dirac sea, has the advantage of being able to hold an immense amount of stuff.
If Kenmyo sees any useful junk in the future, he can just dump it into the River of Death, solving all his problems in one go.
As the River of Death spread, the blood-red lake completely covered the entire body of Ultimate Mechamaru, slowly sinking it down until the entire torso was submerged by the River of Death, dropping into the endless abyss.
Kenmyo just needed to wait until he returned and have the warhammer simulator notarize this thing; by paying a few points as a maintenance fee, he should be able to repair it.
Just as he thought this, the warhammer simulator popped up.
[Ultimate Mechamaru]
Origin: Jujutsu Kaisen.
Category: Prototype Mech.
Status: Not Notarized.
To notarize this item, 500,000 points are required. After notarization, points can be spent on repairs. If other modifications are needed, points can also be used.
Truly focusing on being thoughtful.
Although Kenmyo's Great Mech Overlord Soul could also fix it, the resulting style would resemble a garbage heap assembled from scrap metal, so it would be better not to repair it at all.
It would be embarrassing to drive it out.
So, Kenmyo decided it was better to let the warhammer simulator handle the repairs, as he could also change the paint job and appearance to make it look better.
The original appearance of this machine was too ugly; it truly did not match his aesthetic taste at all, looking like a hybrid monstrosity.
Kenmyo planned to design the appearance to be a bit cooler; the one in front of him was even uglier than the one-eyed Unit 0, and he didn't know what to say about the designer's taste.
Furthermore, this guy's weapons were too limited. It was obvious the original designer couldn't plan properly due to the constraints of Cursed Energy volume.
If he were in charge, he would first install dozens of missile launchers on the back.
If it doesn't have dozens of cannons on its body, how can one feel secure? Can you even sleep at night? There are too few cannons—only ten fingers plus the palms. It should have a couple more on the back too.
And the supporting weapons are far too few! Things like Large Particle Resonance Blades, Cursed Energy Beam Swords, Rainbow Cannons, and Light Spears should all be integrated!
Even with Ork technology, they can pile up a lot of things, like Power Klaws and so on.
In any case, Kenmyo will definitely make major modifications to this mech once he gets his hands on it; otherwise, these bare components would be too embarrassing to use.
Of course, Kenmyo didn't want the part of Mechamaru's head that included the cockpit and only had half a skull remaining.
After all, people had died in it. He was afraid that if he fixed it, the air conditioning vent might spit out the previous pilot's fingers.
He was even worried that the original host might come out and try to grab Kenmyo's control stick, which would scare him to death.
Therefore, for safety, Kenmyo not only refused it but also performed harmless disposal—namely, incineration.
At the same time, he burned the pilot's remains and fragmented flesh, the seat and control stick inside the cockpit, and the photograph, along with the remaining half of the skull.
Sending him off to rest, hoping this stranger departed peacefully.
When you mix in this world, you eventually have to pay the price.
It's just a pity.
He guessed the girl in that photograph must have been very important to him, or he wouldn't have placed it in the most conspicuous spot in the cockpit.
When piloting this mech, the pilot could occasionally look at the girl's photo, but they died without ever seeing her again.
Kenmyo had more or less figured out what he had fought. Judging by the residual Cursed Energy collected from all directions, it was an incredible Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
If other Jujutsu Sorcerer from the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association were to handle a Special Grade Cursed Spirit of this caliber, even a multitude of Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers would be useless and would be killed.
Because Kenmyo detected a Domain.
It belonged to that Cursed Spirit.
Kenmyo judged that this thing was likely high-tier B-grade, close to peak condition, and could even be promoted to A-grade given a little more time.
So, are Cursed Spirits in the future that powerful?
Compared to Kenmyo's era, they are completely two different levels—it's almost unbelievable.
In his timeline, if a Cursed Spirit capable of using a Domain appeared, the entire Jujutsu Sorcerer Association might only be capable of dealing with it if Kenmyo and that seemingly unreliable Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer were present.
The rest would likely be cannon fodder, completely unable to fight it.
Although Kenmyo expected the combat power of future Jujutsu Sorcerer to increase, increasing to this extent is too ridiculous.
Wait, Kenmyo suddenly realized.
Perhaps this is Tengen's fault.
If the Jujutsu Sorcerer of this world hadn't killed Tengen.
And continued to allow him to gather all the Cursed Energy in the world into Japan.
Over the long term, the probability of Cursed Spirits of this grade being born would greatly increase.
So, killing Tengen was actually quite good, as it broke that barrier, significantly reducing the probability of Special Grade Cursed Spirits appearing in the future.
Unlike the Special Grade Cursed Spirits of this world, whose power level is certainly excessive.
It's a good thing Kenmyo came here alone; if he had brought Suguru Geto or Gojo Satoru, things would truly have been miserable.
Whether it's Cursed Spirit Manipulation or Limitless, a Jujutsu Sorcerer who hasn't mastered Domain Expansion is nothing more than fish on a cutting board when facing a Domain.
However, no matter how strong the Cursed Spirits of this era are, it has nothing to do with Kenmyo. He came here to sightsee, not to fight Cursed Spirits.
Kenmyo decided to first check all the lottery records up to his current year. Why refuse something you can get for free?
After confirming that Ultimate Mechamaru had been completely salvaged, Kenmyo dismissed the summoning of the River of Death.
The bare ground was left only with the dilapidated remnants of the reservoir, confirming the intensity of the previous battle, while both combatants had now disappeared.
"Next, let's go check out the city."
Kenmyo first put Ryu back inside himself, then maintained his Cursed Energy level at that of an ordinary person.
His gaze swept toward the distance, where a brightly lit city stood.
Then, two four-meter-long wings composed entirely of ice-type Cursed Energy extended from his back. He slightly bent his body, pushed hard with his feet, causing the ground within a five-meter radius to violently cave in, and instantly, the man shot forth like a shell fired from a cannon barrel.
He disappeared from the spot shortly after, too fast for even the sound barrier to be clearly heard.
"Ding-a-ling."
The convenience store door opened, and a very handsome boy walked in, wearing a black hoodie and having short, messy black hair.
Despite his gentle, warm smile, the moment he walked in, the indoor temperature inexplicably seemed to drop by several degrees. However, since it was already evening and the temperature was falling, it was normal for cold air to enter when the door opened.
"I'll take some Oden. I want this one, and that one, plus a pineapple bun."
The person who walked in was naturally Kenmyo. He hadn't eaten dinner, thanks to a few kind people he met in the alleys who, seeing how pale and thin he looked, couldn't bear to let Kenmyo starve and willingly donated some spare change.
"That will be... yen in total."
"Alright."
The clerk hadn't expected the tall, fair-skinned boy in front of her to be such a big eater.
Kenmyo laid out the loose change and watched the clerk scoop up the Oden.
He thought to himself that after so many years, the purchasing power of this currency had indeed depreciated again.
In the past, this amount of money was enough for two people to eat, but now it wasn't even enough for one person.
Kenmyo glanced out of the corner of his eye, saw a bread item, and without thinking, said, unsure what he had suddenly recalled:
"Hmm, I'll take a curry beef bun too."
"Okay."
Kenmyo took his food and settled into a seat by the window in the convenience store.
Speaking of which, it seemed to be Halloween today, so Kenmyo could see pumpkins everywhere on the street, and even the store clerk was wearing a Halloween costume.
But Kenmyo wasn't interested in this kind of holiday; old people prefer things to be traditional.
He first took a sip of the hot Oden soup to warm himself up slightly.
Kenmyo still preferred eating things made of fish paste, such as Arctic Fin, Fish Wheels, and so on, which were sold in convenience stores. Of course, the soft-boiled white radish was also good.
For a Jujutsu High student like Kenmyo, who never had much pocket money, this counted as a rare luxury.
Kenmyo, his older sister, Futaba, and that idiot Sakuta, had all eaten this stuff together by the roadside.
However, he didn't know whether the original world's timeline was frozen or continuing to advance during the time he spent in the future using the key of transcending time and space.
The former would be fine, but the latter would be troublesome.
Kenmyo shook his head. Suddenly, he heard fire trucks and many police cars speeding away from the street corner, their sirens exceptionally piercing and sharp.
He felt a strange sense of familiarity.
It felt like a Cursed Spirit attack incident, with police cars and official vehicles moving to blockade an area.
"How could that be?"
Kenmyo shook his head. He only wanted to grab some dinner here; his luck couldn't be that bad.
Moreover, this is Shibuya, a major city where the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association has experts. And since the Japanese Government hasn't been brought down by Cursed Spirits of that caliber.
This proves that the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association possesses fighting power more terrifying than Cursed Spirits. Otherwise, given the Cursed Spirits' bloodthirsty nature, let alone Shibuya, all of Tokyo could become a hunting ground for these demons and monsters.
Having figured this out, Kenmyo was completely unconcerned. He slowly tore open the curry beef bun and took a bite.
"It's not as tasty as the ones at school."
But suddenly, the television hanging above Kenmyo in the convenience store blared an alarm, echoing the sirens of the police cars speeding outside.
"We interrupt this program for a breaking news alert. Residents of Shibuya Ward are asked not to remain in the area and to evacuate immediately."
The announcer on the television had a serious expression that was enough to startle the viewers.
"Underground natural gas pipelines in Shibuya Ward are experiencing a severe leak due to aging and could explode at any moment."
"Cough, cough, cough."
Kenmyo was slightly choked up and patted his chest.
What is the meaning of this?
This is the tone of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, their standard operating procedure.
It's been ten or twenty years, and it's still 'aging natural gas pipeline leakage.' They haven't changed the script.
He figured that even if Japan's natural gas pipeline company was worth trillions, it wouldn't be enough to compensate for the damages caused over the years.
The gas company is truly the eternal scapegoat.
"However, citizens are asked to retreat in an orderly fashion under the guidance of staff!"
"There is no need to carry large luggage! Travel light!"
"Customer, aren't you running?"
The convenience store clerk saw that this student with the large appetite wasn't running and thought he was very brave. All the other customers were running except for him.
"It's fine. I'm done eating. I'll close the door for you."
Kenmyo was still lamenting how it was the gas company again. Hearing the clerk's reminder, he waved his hand, indicating he didn't mind.
Just outside the convenience store door, a black Audi was aggressively parked on the street. A brown-haired girl immediately stepped out from below, her expression and appearance suggesting she was a very assertive, resolute person who acted with swift efficiency.
Kenmyo raised an eyebrow. If he wasn't mistaken about that outfit.
"Is that Jujutsu High?"
And it was the standard uniform of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
That uniform, which ranged from purplish-blue to nearly black, was probably only used by Tokyo Jujutsu High.
The person in front of him was dressed in a blue-black jacket, a blue-black pleated skirt, black stockings, and brown shoes.
The orange short-haired girl wore a brown belt around her waist, used to carry a hammer, nails, and a straw doll toy.
It didn't look out of place on Halloween.
"Those must be Cursed Tools."
Kenmyo glanced over and instantly understood the ability she used.
That small hammer and nails made her look like a construction worker, but they were definitely Cursed Tools.
This girl's strength wasn't very high; it was average. At Jujutsu High, she was probably at the level between a Grade 3 and Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
On the other side of the car, a long blonde-haired woman in a black suit also got out of the driver's seat, looking quite valiant and stylish.
Kenmyo estimated this was a Jujutsu High Assistant Supervisor, a non-combatant. Her Cursed Energy level was likely only enough to see Cursed Spirits, with little offensive capability.
"Nobara-san, what are you doing?"
The Assistant Supervisor followed behind the orange-short-haired girl, looking helpless.
"I'm hungry! If you drag a lady out at night, you should at least make sure I don't starve."
"Popping into a convenience store won't affect the mission."
Her voice was very loud, and Kenmyo heard it clearly from inside the store.
He was still nibbling on his bun. Although it tasted bad, it would be wasteful not to finish it once opened.
It wouldn't be good; it would be a waste.
"I want an internet-famous pineapple bun, thank you."
The orange-haired girl took out the change she had prepared from her pocket and slapped it onto the register counter.
This girl had a preference for internet-famous foods. It was said that this Halloween pineapple bun was particularly famous and contained fillings of various flavors.
Every convenience store usually carried it, and collecting them was like collecting stamps.
"Customers, I have to evacuate now."
The clerk was ready to leave, but seeing two more customers appear in the store, she said apologetically:
"I can't accept payment right now."
"Also, the pineapple buns are sold out. I apologize."
After saying this, the clerk hurried out with an apologetic expression.
"Ah."
The girl called Nobara showed obvious disappointment on her face. She clutched her stomach, nearly fainting, and muttered softly:
"No pineapple bun, I'm going to die."
"Hey, pull yourself together. Why don't you just grab one of the other buns next to it?"
"If you don't mind, I still have a pineapple bun here."
At that moment, a magnetic, well-modulated male voice, easy to develop a good impression of, rang out from the corner.
"I'm already full, so consider it a gift."
The two of them turned their heads and looked toward the corner where the voice had originated.
They hadn't expected the person to be even handsomer than his voice sounded pleasant.
They saw a handsome man with short black hair holding a pineapple bun and waving toward them.
Although Kenmyo wasn't from Tokyo Jujutsu High, since she was a Jujutsu High student, she was his junior.
As a senior, it was fine to look out for a junior, right?
The kindness of a single bun.