Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Ah!!!" Fushiguro Megumi clutched his head in pain. He couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but he could feel waves of indescribable stinging pain.

But what terrified them even more than the sound was the visuals.

Before the sound had even stopped, the darkness on the screen began to take shape. It was like a thick, writhing mass of ink rising from the depths of the screen. At the center of that mass of ink, the outline of a human figure was taking shape.

It was a person—or rather, judging from its appearance, something that could barely be categorized as "humanoid".

The moment you look at him, every viewer's brain will have the same reaction—this thing does not belong to the world I know.

This is a fear far more instinctive than any visual one. It's not the fear of seeing a ghost. Ghosts are some kind of anomaly in your world, and the premise of a ghost is that you only feel fear when you acknowledge its existence within your worldview. But the human figure on the screen is not even part of your worldview.

Your brain tried to categorize him as human, and failed; it tried to categorize him as a monster, and failed; it tried to categorize him as a hallucination, and failed again.

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The fear arising from incomprehension is a terror far surpassing all others.

"Hey, Fushiguro, are you alright?!" Itadori hurriedly helped his companion up, but Fushiguro Megumi's face grew increasingly pale as she stared at the screen that kept lighting up in the distance.

Damn, just how big is this area—what a terrible curse it must be to curse so many people at once!

A cursed spirit? A curse master? What exactly are they?!

Of course, Fushiguro Megumi was not the only one with such doubts; it should be said that the entire Japanese sorcery community was in a state of panic!

Because at this moment, every corner of Japan, every device capable of emitting sound, is simultaneously repeating that one sentence.

"Seven seals, seven brides, dedicated to the Crimson King!!!"

In 21st-century Japan, despite its appalling basic electronics technology, its dense population makes it arguably the country with the most dense information infrastructure on Earth. The average person owns more than two electronic devices, and there's a public screen for every ten square meters in the city's core areas.

This means that when Tsugumi hijacked the entire Japanese signal system, he gained a massive, single window of opportunity to harvest collective fear.

What Tsugumi wants to do is simple: the 'self' in this world is nothing more than a fictitious cursed spirit born from nothingness, with a completely shabby origin. And because of the connection with the Yotsuya Miko technique, too much power cannot be directly transferred to it.

Then he can just use the local curse spirit's method to strengthen himself. Anyway, he only needs to maintain a stable form, and he doesn't have any power requirements for the curse power system.

He activated his power of desire, hijacked all signals across Japan, and then started playing his terrifying short videos.

It was nothing really; he just filmed himself in a blurry video and then played back the strange lines that the humans were inexplicably shouting at him.

What do you mean by seven brides? Where did I get seven wives? But it sounds good, so I'll use it!

Tsurugi had no bad intentions; I just wanted to scare people!

And then—the results seemed to be quite good.

In Sapporo's Chuo Ward, Hokkaido, the Sapporo TV Tower next to Odori Park was playing a nighttime tourism promotional video when the screen suddenly turned into an indescribable darkness. A dozen or so tourists standing on the observation deck simultaneously saw the same face—because dozens of information screens inside the tower were all displaying the same face.

They couldn't understand the words, but they could comprehend the meaning. Just as an infant doesn't need to learn to understand the horror of darkness, the sheer fear of the unknown instantly hijacked their reason.

The tourists screamed, just like the more than 300 passengers on the Shinkansen at Sendai Station.

Commuters who were taking out their phones to kill time on their way home from get off work were all forced to watch Tsugumi's threatening video at the same time. Even if they didn't want to watch it, they couldn't, because the information notifications in the carriage were also replaced with Tsugumi's own words.

Then these office workers started screaming and going crazy, some even kneeling on the ground and hitting their temples.

If ordinary people experience an indescribable, pure panic, then the world of sorcery feels an even greater terror.

"Damn it, is it a newly born cursed spirit or a cursed spell from a group of curse masters?"

"What kind of cursed spirit could hijack all of Japan's signals? This is outrageous!"

"Go take care of him!!!"

Gojo Satoru had already set off for Shinjuku to resolve the issue before this, and he also saw the video at the same time.

What is this...?

Gojo Satoru, his brow furrowed, pulled off his blindfold, revealing six eyes as dazzling and radiant as sky-blue jewels, staring intently at the video screen, and then—

A sharp pain shot through his brain, and Gojo Satoru subconsciously looked away, then touched his nose.

He actually had a nosebleed... no, and his brain was bleeding too.

His reversal technique was still automatically repairing his brain, but there was no doubt that, even for a brief moment, the 'curse' carried by the video had shattered his bottomless technique.

But this didn't frighten Gojo Satoru; instead, it brought a near-manic smile to his face.

"Interesting! I'm starting to look forward to it!"

On the other side, Tsugumi was feeling the surge of cursed power from fear into her body—to be honest, it was quite disgusting, like taking a bath in mud.

He had used the power of the sorcery system before, and his assessment was simple—regardless of whether the abilities were useful or not, the biggest impression this system gave him was—

This is a fucking system where they fight with the shit they themselves produced.

Tsugumi's assessment was correct. The source of curse power is one's own negative emotions, in other words, it's your mental excrement. The power manifested by curse magic is, in other words, just throwing your own excrement at the other side!

This power is extremely uncomfortable to use, and no one likes to repeatedly fill themselves with negative emotions—no wonder many sorcerers are crazy when they get carried away.

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After all, in a sense, fighting with spells is like taking a mental dump. How satisfying would it be to finally poop out a bellyful of poop in an instant!

Therefore, Tsurugi disliked these cursed powers and had no intention of absorbing them at all. Instead, she directly began to reverse their power and construct an external state.

And just as he was manipulating these mental excrements, incidentally using them to treat the unconscious Yotsuya Miko beside him—

Gojo Satoru is here.

"Hey, it's you, right? The guy who went nationwide looking for a wife!"

Gojo Satoru greeted Tsugumi in a flippant tone that was almost irritating, and Tsugumi released his grip, looking at Gojo Satoru with a smile.

—Don't get me wrong, he just couldn't hold back when he saw the prison guard.

It's fine to talk about it online, but in real life, who wouldn't want to rush in and test the strength of Su Nuo or the Prison Master, only to be used as a speed bump and kicked to death, leaving behind a thunderous quote before they die?

Oh wait, I could kick those two to death right now, it's just that I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a funny publicity stunt. Of course—maybe I really will have seven brides in the future."

"Come on, the strongest in the modern era." Tsugumi beckoned to Gojo Satoru with her finger and tilted her head.

"You are the challenger."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he'd seen someone even more arrogant than himself. He observed Tsugumi with interest for a moment, a playful look in his eyes.

"Are you a cursed spirit? Or is she the shikigami of that little girl next to you? Interesting, her curses don't seem capable of supporting you."

"I am not a cursed spirit." Tsugumi held up a finger and smiled.

"I am the Demon King."

"Hooray, then I'm the hero!" Gojo Satoru walked in slowly, a relaxed smile on his face.

A few moments later...

Tsugumi looked at the prison guard in front of her, who was raising his hands and shouting "Halloween," and smiled with great pleasure.

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577. Prison Master: I believe you can't expand your domain!

Gojo Satoru never believed he would lose; he was the strongest.

An absolute powerhouse, possessing absolute confidence and bordering on arrogance, he walked effortlessly to Tsurugi's side.

Looking at Tsugumi, who was isolated because of his shameless techniques, he reached out his hand and said with a smile.

"Demon King, how about we shake hands before we start fighting?"

"There are two simplest ways to deal with your shameless spells," Tsurugi said slowly, not angry at the arrogant prison warden.

"The first method is to directly bypass your distance ability based on Zeno's paradox, that is, to use space-related abilities to bypass your spells."

"Just like this."

As he spoke, he opened his hand, smiling, and reached out to Gojo Satoru, then slowly clasped his fingers together—

A second before the touch, Gojo Satoru was still somewhat incredulous, but after seeing that he had already shaken hands with this young man, he was not flustered, but instead asked curiously...

"So, your technique is space-related?"

"No, this is just a tiny, insignificant application of magic," Tsugumi said, releasing her grip.

"Magic? Oh, so you can throw fireballs, shoot lightning bolts, or turn people into sheep?" Gojou Satoru asked with great interest.

Although his unscrupulous technique was broken by the person in front of him in a way he couldn't understand, Gojo Satoru wasn't panicked at all.

He is the strongest, and he has always been confident in that.

Even if the spell was broken, he still had an almost arrogant confidence, after all, it wasn't the first time that a spell with no bottom line had been broken.

"Would you like to see it? Of course I won't be stingy." Tsurugi slowly raised his right hand, and a starlight appeared in his palm.

"So, let's talk about the second method to resolve your surgical technique and even your condition, which is also the most permanent solution—"

Gojo Satoru's face was filled with an expression that bordered on arrogance, and he completely disregarded Tsugumi's incessant chatter.

"That is, to make your six eyes see information that you are completely unable to process, and to turn you into a—"

"Brain-dead."

Tsugumi unleashed her magic with a mocking expression.

There's nothing wrong with fighting Gojo Satoru directly, but protecting Yotsuya Miko will inevitably make him fight more restrained. Besides, he also wants to give this prison warden an interesting greeting.

Only if he can pull through will he be qualified to truly give Dongjiang a good wrestling match.

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Tsugumi waved her hand, using the magic power transformed from her cursed power to use this magic she obtained from Stolas's magic book for the first time.

The magic named after Azathoth could not truly connect with the blind and foolish god; in fact, it was more like a fancy trick.

It is a product derived from Stolas's stargazing magic, opening the gate to the astral plane and allowing people to glimpse its sights.

But in Tsugumi's hands, he can not only let people glimpse the secrets of the stars and the universe, but also let them glimpse the illusions that Tsugumi has created based on the 'secrets' he knows.

Tsugumi's palm traced an arc in the air, and Gojo Satoru's six eyes instantly captured what was within that arc.

That wasn't cursed power; it was some kind of pure alien substance he had never seen before, belonging to no known energy system in this world. Cursed power seeped from Tsurugi's fingertips, then invisibly transformed into another kind of alien power, like radiation from another universe leaking from a punctured crack.