Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 33 But I refuse

drop.

Water drops slid down the white building and merged into the sticky ocean below. The occasional sound of water dripping made this dark and silent space more real.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt as if his entire body was covered in wet, sticky liquid, and even his ears were infested with the water droplets.

call..
The next moment, what rushed into the nasal cavity was the smell of rust as surging as the tide, making people subconsciously feel like vomiting.

Now he knew what was stuck to him.

is blood.

To be precise, it is a lake flowing with blood, which presents the colors of the horror movie "Ancient Pool of Bloody Corpses" under the scorching light of the ghost flames in the ore cave.

A huge lake and a blood-red sky.

The sky, as the dome of this space, is not clear, but seems to be covered with a thin shell. It is neither a continuous layer of clouds nor the boundless blue, but a thick scarlet fog that is faintly shrouded above the bloody battlefield.

And that blood mist was also cut off by the huge and cold one.

The corpse looked like the remains of some huge beast after its death, and the ribs bloomed into a flower shape that enveloped the pool of water.

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised, he looked around without fear.

Finally, focus your gaze directly in front of you.

Still a corpse.

The source of this blood mist is also the only "building" in this space.

A mountain made up of countless human-shaped white bones stacked up haphazardly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at this scene and sighed.

"hell?"

That's a little uglier than Ellie's house.

"You're making some disrespectful remarks about other people's homes, little brat."

Unexpectedly, this exclamation was quickly responded to.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly realized that there were living creatures on the mountain of corpses.

In this space, besides myself, there is another 'person'.

The Japanese kimono was large and bulky, blending into the white of the corpse into a turbid color that made it difficult to tell them apart.

The man's skin was also white, but his wrists, face, and other parts of his body were covered with black and red lines, which made people feel ominous and creepy.

What surprised Fujimaru Ritsuka the most was that face.

"Me?" Ritsuka murmured, looking at the familiar face.

Yes, that face was almost the same as Fujimaru Ritsuka's, except for a pair of small eyes under the corners of the eyes, a boy who was too handsome.

But the difference is that if we say that Fujimaru Ritsuka is purely kind.

Then the person in front of him has an absolute sense of existence——

Absolute Evil

He holds the title of 'the strongest sorcerer in history' and 'the Lord of Curses'.

The undoubted supreme life on the planet.

Ryomen Sukuna looked down at Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of him, his eyes narrowed in pleasure, and the corners of his mouth outlined a happy arc.

In those two pairs of eyes that were as ominous as rubies, Fujimaru's smiling face gradually changed from surprise to surprise.

Ha ha
As he repeatedly chewed on the throbbing in his heart, Sukuna couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey, kid, although we are temporary residents and landlords, this is the first time we meet."

An evil smile was imprinted on the pretty face of 'Fujimaru Ritsuka', which looked a bit weird no matter how you looked at it. The skin on his face was pulled by the muscles, pulling out a wanton and arrogant evil smile.

The originally azure eyes were smeared with blood red, and the narrow and long compound eyes scanned Fujimaru at the foot of the mountain of corpses.

"First meeting?"

The scene at this time could only be described as weird, but Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly calmed down after being surprised.

He still had that kind and easygoing smile on his face, but to Ryoumen Sukuna, the only emotion revealed in that smile was 'relaxation', a 'sense of relaxation' that allowed him to laugh naturally in the face of any scene, any enemy, or any unexpected situation.

Unhappy, but
Although he was unhappy in his heart, Ryoumen Sukuna's smile became more and more wanton.

And this pleasure became even stronger as Fujimaru spoke.

"Is this a place similar to the spiritual world?"

"Since you call this place home, then these mountains of corpses and seas of blood are probably your mental world? Oh~ You really have experienced quite tragic battlefields and killed many enemies who came to challenge you." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a blushing face. "I have seen something similar, but since you compare me to the owner of the house, then it means that your mental world is stuffed into my body?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was just using his intuition to analyze Ryomen Sukuna's few words, and he was almost right about all of them.

"Ah~ I've seen this in textbooks. It's a cursed creature taking on flesh, right? The curse master named Nozomi was going to feed me the cursed creature - Ryoumen Sukuna's finger."

Ritsuka now has some common sense in the world of sorcery, so he can still tell what that finger is.

"There are also some cursed objects in the high school that can contain souls. Is it because of my special physique that I have a similar effect to that thing? So even if I was incarnated by the cursed object, my consciousness was not deprived."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded happily.

"However, I am certain that I did not swallow my finger, at least not while I was conscious."

During the battle with Nozomi, Fujimaru Ritsuka touched Ryomen Sukuna's fingers.

Normally, mere contact would not be enough, but Fujimaru, who had an extremely high adaptability to cursed energy, took the initiative to absorb that cursed energy.

Is it because I often put strange things into my body?
Although the situation was sudden, Fujimaru was not afraid.

——He had forgotten such emotions a long, long time ago.

The time we spent was too dense.
Star sea, ocean, continent
Demons, monsters, humans, gods.
Warcraft era, constitutional monarchy, modern city
I have seen everything I should and shouldn’t see.

Even in his original world, at the end of his journey to save the world, there was little that could surprise or shock him, let alone scare him.

The inner core of his brain circuit is probably partially broken.

So he just made a very objective judgment.

[100% Curse Power Adaptability]

Fujimaru, who was immune to cursed objects, could completely neutralize the toxicity of cursed objects due to various protections. The Ryomen Sukuna in front of him could hardly pose any threat to him.

Although there seems to be no negative effects, there are no positive effects to be seen for the time being.

Although he tried to make his gaze as gentle as possible, Fujimaru Ritsuka still observed Ryomen Sukuna with great interest.

As mentioned before, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought he had met many people. However, there was one type that Fujimaru Ritsuka rarely met.

Absolute evil. Evil without a reason cannot even be called evil. It is just a kind of casual action without ideals, or a subjective consciousness that regards this action as entertainment. It is different from Moriarty's life principles, Mephisto's devilish nature, and even Gilgamesh's sense of depravity distorted by power, rebellion, and pleasure.

The 'evil of freedom' born from the body of 'man'.

The reason why it is rare is very simple.

Only the absolutely strong can possess absolute freedom, and in Fujimaru Ritsuka's world, there are always people above you. The endless ladder leads to the top of those transcendental beings that even he, the savior master, has never seen before.

Since he had never seen them before, Fujimaru would not guess their behavior patterns.

But the person in front of him was different.

The aura exuded by this guy who had the same face as himself was always showing his presence forcefully.

That is indeed the 'absolute freedom' born out of 'absolute strength'.

In this world, he is probably the most powerful and unshakable person.

This doesn't mean that Sukuna is a frog in a well.

After all, even from Fujimaru's perspective, Sukuna in front of him had an oppressive feeling that made even him, who was well-informed, look sideways.

Deep background?
Or is it just random violence?
All in all, the pressure that was like a natural disaster was too heavy to be ignored.

In terms of pure strength, judging from Fujimaru's intuition, using the Heroic Spirit as an example, the opponent would probably be an upper-tier Heroic Spirit, probably slightly below a divine warrior like Karna.

Being able to gain such strength in a relatively weak worldview, if he came to Fujimaru's world, he would definitely go further.

Well.

Delicious (licking lips)
While Fujimaru was observing, Ryomen Sukuna made a move.

He slowly stood up from the mountain of dry bones, and the broken, eerie white bones slid down, rolling into the pool of blood with a crackling sound. Sukuna put his hands into his wide kimono and jumped down lightly.

淅啦
With his hands hidden by his kimono, Ryomen Sukuna stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The distance between the two people was only thirty centimeters. In terms of height and face, they were exactly the same. Each other's eyes completely reflected the other's figure.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Ryomen Sukuna took the initiative to come to the same height and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka with interest.

And Fujimaru answered calmly.

"It's my face after all."

"Ah~ this?"

Sukuna's mouth curled up into an unsettling arc, and he reached out his hands to pinch both sides of his cheeks.

"It's a pretty good face, the type I like. It's passable as a submissive, hehe, do you want me to praise you?"

"As long as you like it."

".Huh~ I'm beginning to understand why that guy Nozomi is so fond of you." Sukuna looked at Fujimaru carefully, but what made him happy was that the boy in front of him really didn't have the slightest fear of him.

During the Heian period, the heyday of sorcery, there were many sorcerers who were even stronger than Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru today.

But even they would tremble and be afraid in front of Sukuna.

There is no reason.

Just like humans fear plane crashes, tsunamis, earthquakes, the temperature on the planet dropping to freezing point, and the sun going out.

People will be terrified by disasters that they cannot shake.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka showed no such signs.

It's not that he is above others, but simply——

[I don't think Sukuna is despair]

Sukuna didn't care about it at all, instead he showed an even more wanton smile, "As a reward for the rare material and your good looks, I allow you to ask me a question once."

"The identity of the noose."

"Keep your eyes on your target."

"Or maybe you want to—"

"No, no need."

Unexpectedly, Fujimaru Ritsuka just showed a relaxed expression and his usual innocent smile when he heard this, and rejected the proposal.

"."

The smile on the Curse King's face gradually faded, turning into a cold and oppressive look.

"Well, I don't think I helped you in any way, nor did I give much." Seeing his reflection in front of him silent, Fujimaru Ritsuka also understood that he had guessed his thoughts, so he said, "Being able to hang out with that magician named Nozomi, it means that you two have something in common to some extent, right?"

"You approached me out of curiosity, but in the end, you just treated me and others as research subjects that can be disposed of at any time."

"It always feels bad to ask for rewards or something like that without permission from such a person."

Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed heartily.

There was no mockery, but no fear either.

Neither respectful nor shy.

The mirror image with black lines on his face looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Not bad, eh. Very good, haha ​​...

Once again, that face that looked no different from Fujimaru Ritsuka's revealed the utmost evil and hideous horror that he himself could never display.

"I really hate people who order me around without knowing their own limitations or who think too highly of themselves. Unless I am willing, no one has the right to order or request me. You have avoided this point."

"It's okay if I misread your technique."

"That gifted body is also good."

“Or the current counterpart.”

"Okay, then~~ Next question - what if I ask you to give up your body and give it to me?"

Suddenly, the other party raised his finger slightly.

The black nails on the fingers that should have been the same as Fujimaru Ritsuka's were long, narrow and sharp.

"sounds good."

Ritsuka Fujimaru followed the finger with his eyes, pursed his lips, suppressed his anticipation, and spoke calmly.

"But I refuse."

"Quack! Show your health bar!"

(End of this chapter)