Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

The underground waterway was dark, damp, and cold.

This is the city's gut, a place where all the filth and abandoned things converge.

"Tick-tock".

Yoshino Junpei sat on a "chair" made of discarded wooden crates, his hands gripping the fabric of his trousers tightly around his knees.

Although he tried to maintain a calm exterior, the trembling deep in his pupils betrayed his fear at that moment.

Sitting opposite him was a man with long gray-blue hair and a face covered in stitches—the real man.

The man held a freshly caught mouse in his hand, casually kneading it into various strange shapes, while speaking in a lighthearted yet unsettling tone:

"Shunping, do you think something called 'heart' really exists?"

Humans always like to talk about "heart" or "soul" and give them sacred meaning.

"But in my opinion..."

"Pfft."

With a slight press of the real person's finger, the spherical rat instantly exploded, leaving a bloody mess.

"That's just a product of the body's metabolism."

"It has no weight."

"It's worthless."

"Therefore, whether it's killing someone or saving someone, it's essentially no different from crushing an insect."

The real person raised his head, his heterochromatic pupils fixed on Shunping with a malicious intent.

"This is the truth of the world."

Only by accepting this "indifference" can you achieve true freedom.

Shunping stared at the pool of blood, his stomach churning. If it were him two days ago, he might have embraced this nihilism out of despair.

But now.

He touched the cold badge under his collar, and the image of Boss Lynn's deep gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses came to mind.

"No."

Shunping took a deep breath, his voice weak but unusually firm.

I don't think so.

"If life truly has no weight..."

Shunping raised his head and looked directly into the real person's eyes.

"Then why are you so obsessed with toying with it?"

"Is it because...you're jealous?"

The air suddenly froze.

The man's movements froze for a moment. Then, he grinned, revealing that signature, pure, and cruel smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Well said! Absolutely right!"

The real person suddenly jumped off the pile of debris, walked a few steps to the front of Shunping, and the oppressive feeling of the top-level cursed spirit instantly enveloped the boy.

"You are indeed very interesting. It seems that although your brain has not yet connected to the circuits of magic, your soul's sensitivity is already very high."

"but……"

The real person stretched out his hand covered in stitches, his fingertips shimmering with blue-purple magical energy.

"Having keen perception alone is not enough."

"Would you like to see for yourself what a soul really looks like?"

"With just a little tweaking of your brain, I can 'switch' on for you..."

The real person bent down, and the pieced-together face was almost touching Shunping's nose.

"You will then be able to see that new world filled with magical power."

"Come, Junpei. Let me give you a... gift of evolution."

Shunping watched the hand getting closer and closer. It was the same hand that had just crushed a rat.

He closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing his instinct to escape.

"Thank you for your help... Mr. Real Person."

You're welcome.

The real person gently pressed their palm onto Shunping's forehead.

The curse is activated.

[Transformation through non-action].

The human's soul tentacles, caught off guard, probed into Shunping's mental world, preparing to modify his brain structure.

however.

At the very moment of the invasion.

The malicious reflective mirror emits a strong light.

Although the master only wanted to activate Shunping's technique, he always harbored malice towards Shunping.

The real person was stunned.

Before his fingers could even touch the core of Shunping's soul, it felt as if they had been plunged into a high-speed meat grinder.

"Varied……?!"

The real person's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is... a cursed artifact?!"

Before he could react...

A terrifying force of recoil surged back into his body from his fingertips.

"boom--!!!"

A muffled thud.

The real man's right hand, along with half of his forearm, exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant!

Blue-purple cursed blood splattered onto the damp ground, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

The real person let out a piercing scream.

The excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart and shattered far exceeds the limits of physical injury.

He was thrown into the air by the enormous impact and slammed heavily against the sewer wall, creating a deep crater.

"Ouch! O ...

The man clutched his severed arm, rolling on the ground in agony. At his wound, his soul was writhing frantically, trying to regenerate, but the lingering "vibration" rule, like a persistent, insidious infection, was constantly destroying the new tissue.

Shunping was also knocked to the ground by the recoil.

The malicious reflector also lost its luster after being attacked.

He touched his forehead.

fine?

It's really nothing!

The monster's hand exploded, but it was completely unharmed!

"success……"

Shunping was about to speak.

"BOOM!!!"

The manhole cover overhead was suddenly and violently blasted off. Blinding sunlight pierced the darkness.

Followed by.

Two figures descended like divine soldiers, landing heavily on either side of the real man, blocking his escape route.

left.

He was a boy wearing a pink hoodie, his fists flashing with red magical energy, his eyes as resolute as iron.

Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito.

right.

He was a blond man wearing a beige suit and goggles, holding a short knife wrapped in cloth, exuding the aura of a reliable adult.

Seven Seas built people.

"It's actually here."

Nanami pushed up her goggles and glanced at the piece of paper with coordinates written on it in her hand.

"The intelligence is accurate."

Itachi assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at the real man on the ground.

"Nanamin! Is this the guy?"

"That monster that turns people into jelly?"

"ah."

Nanami stared coldly at the real man on the ground and his bleeding severed arm.

"It seems someone made their move before us."

"Itadori, let's finish this quickly."

"It's...overtime now."

The real person got up from the ground.

He looked at Shunping, then at the two powerful sorcerers who had suddenly appeared.

"Ha ha……"

The real person suddenly laughed.

His face was contorted with laughter, the sutures on his face burst open, and bodily fluids seeped out.

"I see."

"This is a setup."

We've been tricked!

"Now that you're here, you're not leaving."

A cold voice came from the depths of the shadows.

Lynn walked out slowly, holding a black umbrella.

He wasn't standing behind the scenes as usual. This time, he folded his umbrella and casually leaned against the wall.

Then, he reached for his waist.

There was a small, well-made black leather pouch pinned there, its opening faintly shimmering with the light of magical energy.

Then, he pulled out a kunai that was entirely black and had an antique design from his leather bag.

The system panel of this cursed artifact appeared before Lynn's eyes:

【Artifact Name: Infinite Blade Kunai Pouch (Grade 2)】

【Origin: No. 8 Exchange System Shop】

[Attributes: Regeneration, Conduction.]

[Description: A kunai pouch connected to imaginary space, containing 5 specially made kunai.]

[Special Effect: After throwing, if there are fewer than 5 kunai in the bag, a new kunai will be automatically generated every 10 minutes. Kunai cannot bear the effects of the spell.]

Price: 1,000 points.

"This prop, along with that little mirror, cost me quite a bit of money."

"Hopefully, your corpse will allow me to recoup my investment."

Lynn twirled the kunai between his fingertips, its blade gleaming with the black light characteristic of the [Ten-Stroke Spell].

"you……"

The real man stared intently at Lynn.

"So this was your trap?"

"You got it right."

Lynn pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses.

"I'll reward you with death."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Let's do it!"

Qi Haijian was the first to attack, his short sword leaving a blur as it aimed straight for Zhenren's waist.

Tiger Staff followed closely behind, his Fist of the Court blasting towards the real man's face with a red flash.

"cut!"

The real person was forced to accept the challenge.

His body twisted, conjuring countless bone spurs, in an attempt to force the two back.

But just as he dodged Nanami's attack to the side...

Lynn moved.

Instead of charging into hand-to-hand combat like a traditional sorcerer, he stood still and suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The kunai transformed into a black lightning bolt, striking precisely the blind spot where the real person was hiding.

During flight, a red dot with the number "7:3" appeared on the surface of the kunai.

"Pfft!"

"Ugh!!"

The man's left leg buckled, and a deep, bone-revealing wound burst open at his knee. The kunai was deeply embedded in his bone, and the ensuing "soul shock" instantly froze his movements.

[No sutras remaining: 4/5]

"A great opportunity!"

Nanami and Itadori were so experienced that they instantly seized the moment of weakness.

"Rolling down, falling down!"

Nanami's short sword slashed fiercely into Makoto's chest.

"Direct Court Fist!"

Tiger Stick's heavy punch landed directly on the real man's face.

"Bang! Bang!"

The real person was blasted away like a broken sandbag, crashing into a wall and embedding himself deeply.

"Cough cough..."

A real person slid down from the ruins, covered in blood.

He looked at Itadori (the Soul Nemesis), then at Nanami (a Level 1 Sorcerer), and finally at Lynn, who was drawing a second kunai from his waist.

fear.

For the first time since his birth, he tasted the flavor of "death".

The way these three people work together is disgusting.

One was targeting his soul, another was dealing critical hits, and yet another was throwing controlled projectiles from afar, specifically aiming to strike his weak points.

"If I don't fight this hard here..."

"You really can die!"

The real person's eyes changed.

Crazy, a desperate gamble.

That's a realization that comes after being forced into a corner.

"Since you're so eager to kill me..."

"Let's do it!!"

Suddenly, the real person's hands formed a strange hand seal.

Several tiny hands even grew out of its mouth; they were part of the hand seals.

A massive burst of magical power erupted instantly, and the surrounding space began to distort and darken.

Nanami Kento's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is... Oh no! Retreat immediately!!"

As a first-level mage, he knew all too well what this was.

That was the pinnacle of sorcery warfare.

The field unfolds.