Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

The instant Zenji Naoya activated the [Projection Spell], the entire world was divided into still images in his perception.

This is a "24-frame" world that only he can understand.

In this world, he is the absolute king.

Anyone touched by his palm must be forced to follow the movement trajectory he presets within that one second.

If you fail to follow the rules, or are even just one frame slower, you will be forcibly judged as "breaking the rules" and frozen in the picture, becoming a sculpture at the mercy of others.

"Die, you arrogant and ignorant merchant."

Naoya looked at the unsuspecting man in front of him, a cruel smile curving his lips.

His fingers had already touched the fabric of Lynn's chest.

At this distance and at this speed, no one can dodge it.

The rules will take effect as soon as they are touched.

This man will turn into a ridiculous statue, and then smash his own heart with a single punch.

however.

The instant your fingertips touch the physical object.

Naoya's previously confident expression suddenly cracked.

That familiar sensation of injecting magical power into the other person and forcibly rewriting the rules... did not appear?

Instead, it felt like reaching into a bottomless quagmire, or touching a rapidly flowing "cavity".

His technique... disappeared?

No, it was swallowed!

"Got you?"

The man who should have been frozen in time suddenly smiled and spoke.

To Naoya's utter astonishment, Lynn's white-gloved hand, moving with lightning speed, grabbed Naoya's wrist.

"Varied--"

Naoya wanted to extricate himself, but it was too late.

The transparent film covering Lynn's body—[Domain Extension]—neutralized the rules of the projection spell.

"Young Master Naoya, your speed is indeed very fast."

Lynn's voice was so calm and even he could use his other hand to push up his glasses.

"But what's the point of going fast if you can't even touch it?"

next second.

Lynn's arm muscles suddenly tensed, and the superhuman strength of his superhuman physique erupted without reservation at that moment.

"Get down here!"

boom!

Naoya, who was originally charging forward at high speed, was like a fly whose leg was being grabbed by a naughty child, and was forcibly pulled off its original trajectory by an irresistible force.

The enormous inertia and reaction force instantly tore the air apart.

"Bang!!!"

Lynn swung Naoya's body and slammed him to the ground like a tattered sack.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

A large crater, three meters in diameter, was smashed into the hard concrete ground of the training field. Naoya was stuck at the bottom of the crater in a "T" shape, his expensive casual kimono now stained beyond recognition with blood and mud.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Naoya coughed violently, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

Compared to the physical pain, the inner shock drove him mad.

"That...that could be...?"

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at the lingering magical energy emanating from Lynn's body.

"Domain...expanded?!"

As the eldest son of one of the three royal families, he naturally knew what this was.

This is a profound barrier technique that even a first-level mage would find extremely difficult to master, and is usually only used by exceptional geniuses!

By creating a field of "non-injection spells" to envelop the entire body, one can neutralize the guaranteed hit effect, and even neutralize the opponent's spells!

"You...how could you possibly know this move?!"

Naoya's voice trembled. This was the natural enemy that specifically countered his "contact-type" techniques!

"Nothing is impossible if you can afford the price."

Lynn gracefully dispelled the curse power from his body, leaning on his cane with one hand, standing at the edge of the pit and looking down at Naoya.

"Alright, warm-up is over."

"Now, let's get back to the main topic."

Lynn shook the long bill in his hand again.

"One billion yen. I don't think the future head of the Zen-in family would renege on the debt, would he?"

"Stop joking!!"

Naoya sprang up from the bottom of the pit, his killing intent turning into madness.

Losing to Jinji is one thing, losing to Gojo Satoru is another.

Losing to a nouveau riche businessman?

It's impossible!

"Projection spell..."

Naoya frantically squeezed out the cursed power within his body, preparing for a desperate fight.

Speed! As long as the speed is fast enough, fast enough that even his extension can't react—

however.

"Smack."

A black cane was pressed against his throat without warning.

fast.

too fast.

It was even faster than Naoya, who had just used the technique.

Naoya froze, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Because he saw that the shadows at Lynn's feet were boiling.

The giant mouth of the serpent was hovering above his head.

The lightning of the [険] was flashing behind him.

Two jade dogs were staring intently at his carotid artery, one on each side.

Meanwhile, the Golden Law in Lynn's hand was emitting a chilling black and red light.

"Should we continue?"

Lynn asked with a smile, her tone as if she were asking a guest if they wanted sugar.

"Although I don't mind playing with you a little longer, the next blow might not be as simple as breaking a few bones."

"Perhaps your throat, or that pretty face, will become very unsightly."

Zhi Zai stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

It's not just the techniques that are being countered.

More importantly... that sense of oppression.

At this moment, he saw again in this man the shadow of the man who had terrified him for more than a decade.

Fu Heishen'er.

The same body, the same nonchalant attitude, the same... look in his eyes as if he were trash.

"Who... are you...?"

Naoya gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words, his pride crumbling bit by bit.

"I am a businessman, young master."

Lynn put away his cane, but the surrounding shikigami still maintained their intimidating presence.

He took out a pen and a pre-prepared "Debt Confirmation Form" from his pocket and handed them to Naoya.

"Since you don't have any cash, just sign here."

"You can think of this as a transaction: you give me money, and I give you my life."

"I won't charge you interest. But this billion must be settled within a week."

Naoya stared at the blank sheet of paper that read "Debtor: Zenin Naoya," his fingers trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

This is a disgrace.

A shame that can never be washed away in a lifetime.

If he signs, he will be the first head of the Zen family to write an IOU to an outsider.

If you don't sign...

He glanced at the drooling snake above his head, then at Lynn's cold eyes.

If I hadn't signed, I might not have been able to leave this house today.

"Good...very good..."

Naoya snatched the pen and fiercely signed his name on the paper, so hard that he tore the paper.

"Lynn..."

"I'll remember this debt."

Naoya tossed the IOU to Lynn and turned to leave. He didn't want to stay there a moment longer.

"Take care and don't bother seeing me off."

Lynn carefully put away the IOU, not forgetting to call out to Naoya's retreating figure:

"By the way, Young Master Naoya! Come visit the college again next time! We welcome big clients anytime!"

Upon hearing this, Naoya, who was some distance away, stumbled and almost fell, before disappearing from the school gate at an even faster speed.

……

As the suffocating magical power dissipated, the training ground returned to calm.

"We're saved..."

Not far away, Fushiguro finally got up from the ground, clutching his broken ribs, looking at the figure standing by the pit, his feelings extremely complicated.

That's ridiculously strong.

Not only is his physical body incredibly strong, but his techniques are also bizarre, and he has even mastered the extension of his domain.

How many tricks does this man, who calls himself a "middleman," really have up his sleeve?

"Are you alright, Huijun?"

Lynn turned around, the coldness on his face gone, and he returned to his gentle shopkeeper demeanor.

He walked over, reached out and helped Fukuro Megumi up, and then used a reversal spell to pat him down, stopping the bleeding.

"This...this is a reversal technique?" Fushiguro Megumi's pupils widened in shock once again.

"A few tricks, every businessman needs to know some first aid techniques."

Lynn smiled and then took out the system contract he had just signed from his pocket.

He flicked the paper lightly, making a crisp sound.

"Alright, today's sales target has been exceeded."

"Let's go, to celebrate getting rid of the flies, and to celebrate your tenacious performance just now, Fushiguro-kun..."

"My treat tonight, let's go eat conveyor belt sushi."

Fuhei stared blankly at Lynn, and finally sighed helplessly.

"...I want to eat the expensive stuff."

"No problem." Lynn waved his hand generously, "Anyway, someone else will pay."