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

First, reverse the effect of the limitless technique on yourself, concentrating all external pain on one point and freezing it in this area.

The pain remains; it has gathered from believers all over the world and settled on this barrier.

But as long as this realm remains intact, these pains will not erupt.

Then the rest is quite simple.

Without hesitation, Tsurugi punched the cursed spirit Jesus in the face, smashing his head to pieces in one blow, even without linking it to believers worldwide to share the damage.

However, because it was a cursed spirit, this was not an absolutely fatal injury. Moreover, such pain turned into a miracle that healed and reversed the injury.

"You're scared! You're terrified! You can't accept my pain!"

After the cursed spirit Jesus reassembled its head, it roared hoarsely at the Dongjiang River.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Tsugumi said, picking her ear with a disdainful look.

"What are you to deserve my understanding of your pain? A fake is a fake. I only listen to your nonsense because of the Jesus of this world. As for you—you so-called cursed spirit, why should I endure my pain and empathize with you?"

"I am not an imposter, I am the Holy Son—"

untie!

The next moment, Tsurugi cut his body into countless pieces, and at the same time, because of the release of the Su Nuo technique, Tsurugi instantly felt that the unlimited technique he released had accumulated an extremely large amount of pain!

"Do you feel it? Everything you do here is just accumulating this pain." The cursed spirit Jesus revealed an almost cold expression.

"If you don't take responsibility for these things, they'll have to bear them themselves in the end! The moment my domain is breached, everyone in the world will feel that pain—ribbit!!!"

"But what does that have to do with me?" Tsurugi ruthlessly swung her fist and smashed his skull again, then began to disintegrate his body, sneering.

"They have to bear the consequences of their own actions. What does it have to do with me? Their suffering is your doing. In the end, you're the real culprit!"

"What's wrong with me getting rid of you? I killed you, the root of all the problems, right here. Am I still a bad guy?"

"What about those people? Don't you care about their lives? Aren't you a friend of Jesus?" the cursed spirit Jesus asked in disbelief.

He simply couldn't understand the man in front of him—he really wasn't lying, he truly was Jesus' friend and brother.

The cursed Jesus refused to admit it, but he knew he was deceiving himself. At least he could convince himself that he was the Jesus of this world, and the one he knew was the Jesus of another world!

But in any case, since you are a friend and brother of the compassionate true Son, shouldn't you learn from his compassion?

But what are you doing now? You're a devil!

Oh no, he seems to be a demon! The Crimson King, yes, wasn't he cursing all of humanity before!

Before the cursed Jesus could think any further, his head was smashed to pieces once again.

"I have a good relationship with my bro, but that doesn't mean I'll do the same things as him. Bear the sins of the world? By what right? Why?"

Tsugumi looked at the cursed spirit Jesus with that ambiguous fake face and laughed wildly.

"In fact, I really dislike his cowardly approach! I understand him, respect him, and like him, but I've never said I agree with him!"

"It's precisely because we're different that we can be friends! How can you not know that? Hahahaha!!!"

Of course, Tsurugi wouldn't admit that part of the reason he hammered so hard was because it felt pretty good.

Even though you're usually very close to your buddies, there are plenty of times when you really want to punch them...

Dongjiang's fists rained down relentlessly, piling up relentlessly, one blow after another, until finally the cursed spirit Jesus could no longer maintain the flow of his cursed power, and his domain began to collapse.

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The voice of the cursed Jesus finally shed all pretense of holiness and sanctity, and instead became a hysterical scream.

His appearance began to change rapidly, transforming into a small mustache, into several Roman emperors, and into many figures who had persecuted Jews and Christians.

Ultimately, what shapes and molds the self-awareness of this cursed spirit's body is nothing more than a collective fear. Calling it a Jesus cursed spirit is far more accurate than calling it a Christian cursed spirit!

Tsugumi relentlessly rained down punches, until Tsugumi's screams and threats finally turned into terrified pleas for mercy.

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But this only made Tsurugi punch even harder—after all, while he wanted to see Bro in a bad state, it didn't mean he wanted to see him in a disgusting state.

This kind of out-of-character stuff should just die!!

Finally, just before the domain was about to shatter, the core of the cursed spirit that had been condensing into this cursed power completely dissipated.

All that remained was the remains of Tengen, the vessel that Tsurugi had intended to use to summon the Holy Spirit Jesus.

But just before Tsugumi's final punch was about to land, he stopped.

Although she wore the face of Tianyuan, her eyes had completely changed at this moment, becoming peaceful, loving, and calm like a still lake.

"Is that you, my brother who expressed his teenage rebellion against his dad by punching holes in his hands?"

"...Would you die if you didn't tell a hellish joke every day?"

Jesus, who had painstakingly prepared his entrance speech, immediately lost his composure, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"It takes two to tango, huh? Oh, you can clap your hands and make a whistle."

Tsuruga put away her fist, sat down next to him, and said with a grin.

"Oh my, you actually came! I really didn't expect you to be so kind—it seems I can use this as experience and summon you more often in the future."

"Stop messing with me." Jesus rolled his eyes at him, sat up, looked at the ruined realm, and a slight twitch appeared on his lips.

He was probably speechless—why do these people love to make a fuss about the places where he suffered? They even have to bring up his execution ground before he died.

However, he had long since gotten used to it and become numb to it. If we're talking about fan fiction and unofficial history, there are countless examples of it on him!

He then glanced at Dongjiang, looked around carefully, and sighed.

"Hey, do you really like this identity? Do you like being called a devil?"

"Whether I like it or not is another matter; the main thing is that I'm using a secondary account to play," Tsugumi said bluntly.

“Then you must have noticed by now,” Jesus said softly.

"You have transcended, but not completely. You project countless worlds, yet your thoughts are still influenced by the songs and praises sung about you by some of those worlds."

"One reason is that your original form has not yet transcended, and another reason is that you have not completed the path of the Holy Trinity, nor have you truly and completely worn the seven crowns."

“My brother.” He placed his hand on Tsurugi’s shoulder and said earnestly.

"Your path should not merely end with the kings of hell; you should ascend to the stars and embrace your own kingdom, and you should be sung as a holy being. Play and relaxation are fine, but never forget the importance of diligence."

"Before you have walked the righteous path, you should not wear this crown of hell too often. After all—you don't want to really become the kind of being that mortals sing about, do you?"

I'm almost sick of hearing this kind of lecturing from Michael—though, despite that, Tsugumi still said she understood.

After all, Teacher Da Ye's last words were too frightening. If he were to become the kind of ghost described in unofficial history, he would rather die!

"Alright, Tsugumi, do it." Jesus lowered his hand and said softly.

"Don't worry about these things. I will leave with the pain of the innocent on my shoulders."

“That’s certainly something you would say,” Tsugumi shrugged, but then he suddenly activated his powers.

The power of sloth was activated immediately, and he instantly completed the analysis of the 'Miracle of Pain' spell that he had been preparing for!

"I'm very afraid of pain," Tsugumi said with a smile, looking at Jesus.

“I don’t want to suffer the pain of those damn guys either, and I won’t stop messing with them after you’re gone—no matter what you say, I really hate the guys who built such an incompetent, inefficient, and flawed society.”

“But this pain—I caused it. I will not stand up for them because my victory has spared them an even worse fate. They owe me! But you, my brother, cannot.”

"Whoever commits the crime must bear the consequences, and you—damn it, I just can't stand your habit of taking the blame for others!!!"

Looking at Tsurugi, who was still rambling on and on about how to scold him, Jesus lowered his gaze, then revealed a gentle smile.

"So neither my father nor I have ever misjudged you."

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Tsurugi laughed and punched Jesus in the face. As the domain was removed, he also released the pain!

The entire process of Tsuruga's brutal killing of the cursed spirit Jesus so far involved the immense pain of smashing his head and slicing his body dozens of times, multiplied by hundreds of millions of times. Such an astronomical amount of pain was released in an instant.

However, this suffering did not flow back to those who bore it, but was divided into two parts, which were simultaneously borne by Tsurugi and Jesus, whose suffering transfer was initiated.

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The next moment, an immeasurable pain, beyond description and beyond words, erupted and spread throughout Dongjiang's body.

He clenched his fist, his nails tearing through his skin, his teeth biting off a section and then snapping, his bones turning to dust with the force. He held on for ten seconds, but finally couldn't hold on any longer—

"Ouch! It hurts so much! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, help me!!!"

He was writhing on the ground in pain, struggling like a fish out of water, shouting for his mother just like his junior brother. Meanwhile, Jesus, with a slight smile on his lips, silently picked up the magic camera he had taken from Dongjiang and recorded the last precious images before disappearing.

—Great, I've got my hands on this kid's dark past too!

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P.S.: Just wrapping things up, Jujutsu Kaisen ends the day after tomorrow.

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Cold, shivering

When Tsugumi woke up, she felt that a large part of her memory was missing from her head—

No, it's not a feeling, it's just that a large part of my memory is missing!

When the pain ended, he completely erased that part of the pain.

After all, the past is too painful to recall, and the memories are too painful.

That damn experience is something Tsurugi never wants to go through again in her life!

"...What the hell are you doing?"

Tsugumi looked at Azazel, who was lying on her chest, and said expressionlessly.

"I'm protecting the boss's safety!" Azazel blinked, trying to appear harmless, and punched his fist a few times in a very exaggerated manner, boasting.

"Boss, you have no idea how many people wanted to pick up your corpse and fuck your ass while you were unconscious. Luckily, I was there to watch over you, otherwise you would definitely have been taken advantage of..."

Tsurugi expressionlessly flicked the minced meat off her hand and looked around.