Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

Inside the subway station.

By this time, the area was already crowded with passersby who were unaware of the situation.

All the exits were sealed off by strangely thick tree roots, and people were crammed together like dumplings in a pot, making it difficult to even turn around.

Gojo Satoru stood by the tracks.

Even with three top-tier cursed spirits standing opposite him, he remained relaxed.

"You don't need to go to so much trouble, I'm not going to run away anyway."

Gojo Satoru stood with his hands in his pockets, as if chatting with a friend, completely ignoring the palpable killing intent around him.

On the other side of the railway tracks.

The magical power beneath Hanami's shoulders surged wildly, and Louhu's yellowed teeth clenched together with a grinding sound.

"If I run away, you will slaughter all the humans here."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, scanning the terrified screaming civilians around him through his blindfold:

"Am I right?"

The voice just fell.

With a loud crash, the platform gates suddenly swung open!

That was to compress the space for Gojo Satoru; more people were driven down like livestock.

A crash occurred.

The one behind pushed the one in front, who screamed and lost his balance.

"Help!"

"Stop pushing! It's going to fall!"

Amidst desperate cries, a deafening crash followed!

Large numbers of civilians were pushed onto the railway tracks like garbage dumping, instantly filling the originally empty buffer zone between the five Enlightenment and Cursed Spirits.

Fresh flesh became the cruelest shield.

Seeing this scene, a cruel light flashed in Louhu's single eye:

The answer is—it doesn't matter if you don't run away!

The next second, the killing intent exploded!

The previously silent Zhang Xiang was the first to launch an attack.

He clasped his hands together abruptly, and the blood that had been compressed to its limit burst at his fingertips.

"Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique - Blood Piercing!"

puff!

A red beam of light tore through the air.

The extremely compressed bloodline instantly pierced through the heads of several unlucky guys, causing red and white brain matter to explode and blast towards Gojou Satoru's face with a stench!

However, the blood that was enough to pierce through the steel plate stopped when it reached the area around Gojo Satoru.

It was as if it had hit a wall, and it was immediately bounced back, turning into ordinary blood.

At the same time, Louhu and Huayu made a move.

Without any hesitation, the two men stepped over the bodies of civilians scattered on the ground and charged forward like two heavy tanks.

Their fists were not imbued with any magical techniques, but were instead enveloped in a strange, liquid-like magical power.

That's a killer weapon specifically designed to deal with "no bottom line" behavior—

[Expansion of Domain]!

As long as you don't use any spells, covering your body with cursed power will neutralize Gojo Satoru's untouchable defense.

"Die!!"

With a force that could shatter mountains, two fists, one on the left and one on the right, slammed into Gojo Satoru's temples.

boom!

The fist, just centimeters away from Gojo Satoru's skin, felt like it had hit an invisible wall.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

A harsh, screeching sound rang out.

An eerie dark green light burst forth from the point of contact.

That was the high concentration of incantation power of "Domain Expansion" frantically neutralizing the "no limit" on the surface of Gojo's body.

"They're inside!!"

Louhu opened its one eye wide; it saw clearly.

Although extremely slow, those fists were indeed tearing through the defenses and approaching Gojo Satoru's body!

Even if it's only a few millimeters!

But for the "strongest" that has never been touched before, this is a weakness!

"roar!!"

Having seized this opportunity to win, Hua Yu let out an excited roar.

Its previously idle left fist suddenly erupted, also covered with a domain that flowed like water, accompanied by a deafening roar as it attacked fiercely from the other side!

Sandwiched between two loaves of bread!

however.

The man at the eye of the storm moved.

Amidst this terrifying pincer attack capable of crushing steel into powder, Gojo Satoru slowly raised his hand.

He simply reached down to his chin and gently stroked it twice.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes even seemed somewhat... thoughtful.

boom!

It missed.

Just as the bloodied fist was about to touch Gojo Satoru, his figure vanished like a ghost and instantly reappeared on the platform behind him.

"I see."

Gojo Satoru gently patted his sleeve.

"You resort to these tricks because you're in cahoots with a curse master. You use 'Domain Extension' to neutralize my spell, and then use the crowd to prevent me from activating my domain... Is this your strategy?"

The attack missed, and Louhu instantly became enraged.

It grabbed a terrified civilian at will, its rough hands showing no mercy.

With a snap!

Like smashing an annoying insect, the person's skull shattered instantly.

Blood splattered, and the screams of the crowd were heart-wrenching.

"Looks like you won't understand unless I teach you a lesson?"

"Don't you dare escape!"

Louhu shook the blood off his hands, his one eye fixed on Gojo Satoru, and roared arrogantly:

"Have you already come up with an excuse? Before all these humans die?"

The temperature on the platform seemed to drop suddenly in an instant.

That was the extreme cold brought about by pure killing intent.

"To be honest, it really startled me."

Gojo Satoru slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gripping the edge of the unchanging black eye patch.

"I mean..."

The blindfold slipped off.

At that moment, it felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Those clear, azure eyes, exposed to the air, surged with a chilling coldness capable of freezing the soul.

That was the gaze of a god looking down upon ants.

"You actually think you can defeat me with such mediocre methods?"

……

Meanwhile, inside the hotel suite.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies Tokyo's bustling yet chaotic night view.

The air conditioning in the room was on full blast.

Lynn was sitting on a leather sofa with her legs crossed, a modified tablet computer in front of her.

The screen displays real-time footage of the subway station transmitted via the "Mechanical Ball" miniature reconnaissance device.

"Hiss—ha!"

Lynn took a big, satisfying sip of her iced cola, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked at the high-definition, uncensored azure eyes on the screen.

"That's right, that's what Gojo Satoru is all about."

As a time traveler familiar with the plot, Lynn had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

In my past life, I could only watch anime and read comics through a screen. Although they were wonderful, there was always a dimensional barrier between us.

Now, this is a real, live broadcast, and the sense of oppression is so intense that it gives you goosebumps even through the screen.

"However, it's about time we set off."

Lynn stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked.

"Any later, and the flowers will be completely plucked, leaving not even a trace."

……

The center of the battlefield.

Gojo Satoru crouched slightly, like an arrow about to be released from a bow.

There was no compassion in those pale blue eyes, only a pure desire for destruction.

"That weed over there, isn't this the third time we've met?"

"How dare you underestimate me?"

Gojo Satoru took a step forward, and the terrifying pressure made the three special-grade curse spirits hold their breath.

"Then let's start with you to cleanse ourselves."