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

Something's wrong, something's very wrong!

In that instant, Gojo Satoru was already planning to rein himself in. He was confident to the point of pride, not arrogant to the point of stupidity!

But as Tsugumi said—

Gojo Satoru's perfect skill set grants him an invincible stance. His six eyes, capable of analyzing, receiving, and processing all surrounding information, transform the limitless techniques that require extremely cumbersome operations to achieve Zeno's paradox into an 'invincible shield' that can be cast and activated at will.

The awakened Reversal Technique allows him to continuously repair his brain, which was damaged by the Limitless Technique, enabling him to activate his Six Eyes and Limitless Technique 24/7, ensuring that he is invincible even when he is sleeping while processing all information.

In other words, he has developed an almost instinctive ability to gather information.

Even though he tried to restrain himself, his six eyes, which had never truly closed, still revealed the full effects of Tsurugi's magic.

Five insights: Because I read too fast, by the time I realized what I had read, it was already too late.

The moment the name "Tears of Azathoth" slipped from Tsugumi's lips, Gojo Satoru's brain began instinctively searching for the keyword, just like an AI.

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Azathoth? Was that the name of a cursed sorcerer he'd never heard of before? A cryptic title of some ancient sorcery?

His brain completed the search in a fraction of a second—the Japanese sorcery world, the East Asian sorcery circle, the European occult tradition... well, he finally determined that this was the blind, foolish god from the Cthulhu mythos.

What is the effect of a spell named after such a fictitious and indescribable evil god? Intimidation? Deterrence? Or is it a spell to construct a hypothetical cursed spirit?

Then, Gojo Satoru saw the starry sky. Or rather, he didn't see it, but his consciousness itself, because of the absorption of all information by his activated six eyes, became a window, a window facing something that shouldn't exist.

Is that the starry sky?

If the definition of the starry sky is "the collection of celestial bodies visible in the night sky"—then it is not. Because it is not the night sky. It has no black background, no twinkling lights, no constellations that can be located. It is an infinitely extending field composed of countless points of light, without any distinction of up, down, left, or right.

Each point of light flickers at a different frequency, and each ray of light tells a different story—about time, about space, about matter, about life, about death, about everything.

Within 0.001 seconds of receiving this information, Gojo Satoru's brain made a decision.

Deal with them.

This is the Six-Eyed's instinct. The purpose of the Six-Eyed is to process information—to transform all information related to curse power into a form that can be understood by the brain. And Gojo Satoru's brain, after so many years of high-intensity training, constantly healed by the Reversal Technique, and arguably the strongest computing core in the world of curse magic, has become accustomed to processing massive amounts of information.

But this time, "massive" isn't enough, because the amount of information in this starry sky isn't "massive."

It is 'infinite'

It is said that the information capacity of the human brain is one to two PB, which is equivalent to ten quadrillion to twenty-five quadrillion bytes. This is the result of the 860 billion neurons in the human brain, each neuron forming about 1,000 to 10,000 connections with other neurons through synapses, forming a huge neural network.

The human brain is a sophisticated instrument that surpasses any supercomputer that humans have ever created, but unfortunately, the amount of information that humans can process at the same time cannot exceed the upper limit of 4GB.

This has little to do with the development of the human brain; it's purely the upper limit of human physiological processing capabilities. Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes, to this extent, grant him information processing power and storage capacity equivalent to a normal human being a hundred times greater, while also filtering out the vast majority of junk information.

If not, Six Eyes' unstoppable information-gathering ability would have driven him insane in a short time.

But even so, is that enough? Far from it.

The human brain may be more sophisticated than the machines it creates, but it is far too small compared to the vastness of the stars and the world.

In the very first instant, Gojo Satoru saw the birth of a galaxy: a gas cloud collapsing under the influence of gravity, the core temperature rising to the critical point where nuclear fusion could be ignited—and then, a star opened its eyes in the void.

This process lasted for millions of years, but in Gojo Satoru's consciousness, it took less than a second. He saw the entire life cycle of that star—main sequence star, red giant, planetary nebula, white dwarf, and then, it went out.

He witnessed the entire process of a star's birth and death. Although Six Eyes had done his best to filter out most of the junk information during the process, the feeling of spying still made Gojo Satoru's brain feel like it was boiling!

And this is just the beginning.

"Waaah..."

Gojo Satoru felt an unprecedented pain in his brain. At this moment, he no longer had any of his usual arrogance. He only felt absolute fear and hostile seriousness towards the imaginary cursed spirit in front of him.

But it was too late to say anything. His arrogance had successfully landed him a spell that was completely targeted at him! Or rather, he finally tasted what it felt like for someone to be hit by his Boundless Void.

It's even hundreds of times worse than that!

"Domain Expansion - Boundless..."

He forced himself not to look at the countless points of light, nor to observe the passing of countless stars. He succeeded. He forcibly reduced the power of the Six Eyes to its limit. Gojo Satoru immediately raised his hand, ready to immediately deploy his domain to avoid all of this.

But Tsurugi didn't give him that chance at all.

"Wu Tiao Prison Master, your spells seem a bit strange. Are you not quite right in the head?"

"It's alright, let's now go through the Silver Key Gate."

Tsugumi's teasing voice rang in his ears, and the next moment, even though Gojo Satoru's instincts resisted all observation, it was still Tsugumi who made him see what she was seeing.

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Gojo Satoru's six eyes told him that he was still in Shibuya, still in that underground station shrouded in "tents," filled with blood and screams. But at the same time, he "saw" another layer, a phantom-like scene superimposed on reality.

Like an overexposed double-exposed film, the two images overlapped in his eyes: the gray, dilapidated train station, and...

A silver door.

He couldn't focus on the door because he lacked the concept of distance, which applies to three-dimensional space. Like an ant on a two-dimensional plane trying to measure the height of a three-dimensional object, the dimension of "distance" failed before the door. The door was both incredibly close, as if it were right in front of him, within reach, and yet it was also incredibly far away, at the very end of all space and time.

The One Who Unifies All Things

These words appeared in Gojo Satoru's mind from who-knows-where. It wasn't something he had thought of; something had inserted them into his brain.

Even though Gojo Satoru kept telling himself that this was just a fictional product of a science fiction novel written by a down-on-his-luck American author in the 1920s, he just couldn't stop himself from taking in this information.

After all, this knowledge simply doesn't exist in this world, but that doesn't mean it truly doesn't exist.

Moreover, the 'information' that Dongjiang instilled in them was all true and accurate.

His consciousness was drawn into the silver doorway. He seemed to traverse countless worlds, and in a gray, formless, and intangible mist, he saw a pedestal.

It was a base carved from massive, absurdly large structure, its surface covered with incomprehensible carvings. Beneath the base, the ground was not solid—it was a hazy, indistinct lower layer, like a reflection in water. And upon the base stood a throne.

Something was sitting on the throne.

Its outline is not fixed—when Gojo Satoru looks at it, it's like a reflection in water ruffled by the wind, its edges constantly, gently, and continuously flowing. Sometimes it looks like a person, someone older than anyone he's ever seen, with a face etched with the marks of time, and eyes like two deep wells leading to the past;

Sometimes it looked like some kind of creature he had never seen before, with wings, tentacles, and organs he couldn't name; sometimes it looked like a pure light, like the remnant of a collapsing star; sometimes it looked...

Perhaps it's simply because his brain can't process its true form that these temporary, fragile, and strained images are projected onto the visual cortex. Like a drowning person struggling desperately on the surface, each time they surface is merely the beginning of another bout of choking.

It was covered by a layer of fabric. A pale gray, thick fabric of indistinguishable material completely concealed it from head to toe. Not a single patch of skin was exposed, and no organs or features could be identified.

That thing was watching him. The feeling of being watched was so intense, so impossible to ignore, so deeply ingrained that Gojo Satoru forgot everything for a moment.

Tavel Yat Umur

The name flooded his brain like a curse. A way that transcended language, directly etched into his soul. His brain screamed; he wanted to gouge out his six eyes, perhaps the only way to survive, but he couldn't. This sudden influx of information had completely robbed him of control over his body.

The reversal technique was repairing his damaged brain at an extremely high rate; however, the repair speed was far slower than the rate of destruction, and his brain itself was undergoing strange changes during the continuous repair process...

Halloween!

Tsugumi interrupted her magic, looked at Gojo Satoru whose gaze was blank and seemingly dazed, and suddenly raised her hand and said...

Gojo Satoru froze for a second, then a slow smile crept onto his lips. Suddenly, his handsome face contorted in a grimace, and he raised his hands, jumping and laughing like a child, shouting and laughing along with him.

"Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!"

Tsugumi laughed wildly at the prison warden's pathetic state. After laughing enough, he took a commemorative photo, but he didn't intend to kill Gojo Satoru or anything like that.

Why kill such a funny prison guard? Tsugumi still likes him quite a bit, both in anime and in real life, but his brain might need to process the excessive information Tsugumi has constructed.

As for what he would become afterward, Tsurugi had no idea, especially after seeing his six eyes turn a deep purple—

Gojo Satoru didn't become an idiot; it's just that the excessive amount of information overwhelmed his mortal brain, which couldn't process it all in a short time.

After all, the techniques he possesses and his six eyes already make his information processing ability extraordinary. And now that he hasn't gone mad, who knows what he'll be like when he wakes up?

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Oh dear, what if it turns into a source of pollution?

Ha! No matter what, Tsurugi will find it very enjoyable!

Just then, a stream of scorching magma instantly engulfed Gojo Satoru and Tsugumi, who had become temporarily in a daze.

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P.S.: When I was running the Infinite Raid before, I wondered if showing the Prison Master the Necronomicon, a powerful secret manual, would be a shortcut to clearing the game.

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578. Domain Expansion · Aftermath

To be honest, Tsurugi had never seen anything related to Cthulhu before, and Yog-Sothoth and Azathoth were complete strangers to him.

But that doesn't stop him from using his magic to insert some information.

Gojo Satoru's Boundless Void is quite similar to the Cthulhu system in some ways; both involve stuffing a lot of knowledge into the other person's mind. The difference is that Gojo Satoru stuffs in pure junk information, while the Cthulhu system provides more valuable information.

But in comparison, the latter is clearly more troublesome. After all, having a book of nonsense and a book on engineering cybernetics crammed into your head at the same time will obviously drive you insane more thoroughly.

Gojo Satoru shouted "Halloween" for a while before finally collapsing from exhaustion. Tsugumi touched the prison warden's purple eyes and raised an eyebrow.

Prison guard, your eyes have turned a bit purple too. Do you want some Chocola?

Just as Tsurugi was jokingly making up three hundred jokes about prison wardens, a clueless fellow interrupted Tsurugi's fun.

The scorching hot magma surged forth from the passage behind the Dongjiang River, but just as it was about to reach it, it vanished into thin air around the Dongjiang River.

"When I first heard Natsume say it, I didn't want to believe it. I never thought that someone would actually be able to defeat Gojo Satoru."

Louhu slowly lowered his right hand, which had been spewing scorching lava, and gazed at Dongjiang, speaking in a gentler tone.

"Although you are a product of human magic, we are still kin. I am Louhu, and the other two are Huayu and Tuogen. What is your name?"

Dongjiang ignored them, which made Louhu's expression darken slightly, but he still said...

"We only want the five Satoru you have on hand. If possible, we don't want to have any conflict with you."

“We will always be our fellow human beings, whether you accept it or not. And the humans beside you are sorcerers who are our enemies, and that will never change.”

"Only by killing Gojo Satoru can we establish a world where only cursed spirits exist, and only true humans like us!"

"You said you wanted to create a world where only cursed spirits exist, so I have a small question," Tsugumi said, spreading her hands.

"If cursed spirits can only be born from human fear and negative emotions, then where do cursed spirits come from if there are no humans?"

Tsurugi's words left Louhu speechless. Looking at him, Tsurugi shook his head.

"As expected, you are just spirits born from the simple emotions of humans. No matter how intelligent you appear, you are nothing more than a mixture of emotions. Real humans? You are not even real life."

"They're just more advanced psionic life forms, cursed spirits, curses, vengeful spirits, demons—ha, they're all the same thing."