Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

Boom! ...

A tremendous roar.

In that instant, Gojo Satoru's deadly curse, which was originally aimed at Hanami, abruptly stopped.

If Gojo Satoru had stood still to execute Hanamichi, and the speeding vehicle had hit him, Gojo Satoru would have been unharmed.

But an out-of-control train will derail, and the civilians on the platform will instantly turn into mincemeat.

Gojo Satoru is a somewhat cold person.

He can accept the death of ordinary people during exorcisms.

But the premise is that it cannot be murder.

It took Gojo Satoru only 0.01 seconds to make his choice.

Swish!

His figure vanished instantly, reappearing at the very front of the platform.

The next second, the train stopped.

Sparks flew, and the groans of twisted steel pierced eardrums.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Hua Yu escaped with her life.

Half of its body had been crushed by the sudden stop of the curse, and the flower-offering eye on its head had been uprooted.

But taking advantage of the moment when Gojo Satoru left, it slid down the wall like a lump of mud and scrambled away towards the direction of the leaky lake.

Gojo Satoru did not pursue them.

Because something even worse is coming.

Zzz—Gah—

The badly deformed carriage door slowly opened with a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

There were no survivors.

There wasn't even a body.

What emerged were countless strangely shaped monsters, like melting wax figures.

They filled the carriage, emitting eerie cries similar to those of a baby crying.

Those were cyborgs—the entire carriage filled with people who had been "transformed through inaction" by real people.

"Oh dear? It seems we're a little early?"

A flippant, cheerful voice, brimming with pure malice, came from the roof of the car.

The real person, dressed in casual clothes covered in patches, sat on the roof of a deformed carriage, dangling his legs, with an innocent smile on his face, as if he were in an amusement park.

"But it doesn't matter, anyway, this place is about to become a meat grinder."

The real person opened their arms wide, as if embracing the chaos:

"Go ahead and have fun."

Wow!

At the command of the real person, hundreds and thousands of cyborgs, like hungry ghosts released from their cages, pounced on the ordinary people around them who had not yet come to their senses.

puff!

The nearest office worker had half his face torn off by a cyborg in an instant.

Blood gushed out, staining Gojo Satoru's vision crimson.

"Help! Help me!!"

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Hell has descended.

Gojo Satoru's brows furrowed deeply.

He glanced at the barely surviving Hua Yu, then at the cyborg army that was frantically slaughtering civilians.

"cut."

A click of the tongue, clearly indicating extreme displeasure.

Hua Yu had already blended into the crowd, and he couldn't let these thousand-plus monsters kill everyone here.

This is the overt scheme of the cursed spirit.

Swish!

The real man jumped off the roof of the car and rushed towards Gojo Satoru amidst the chaos.

It stood on a skateboard-like cyborg, its hands conjuring sharp blades as it viciously stabbed at Gojo Satoru's eyeballs.

Ding.

The blade stopped a few centimeters away from Gojo Satoru's skin, unable to advance any further.

"I really can't touch it—"

The real person exclaimed like a curious child, then quickly retreated.

It never intended to win; it just wanted chaos.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiang, who was mingling at the other end of the crowd, clasped his hands together.

"Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique!"

The blood exploded from all directions, instantly piercing through the bodies of several humans.

Louhu became even more unrestrained, casually scattering flames and turning the crowd into running torches.

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned around and grabbed the hand of the sneak-attacking Louhu.

However, Louhu cut off his arm to escape, giving Gojo no chance.

Even more devastating, a sound of collapse came from above.

Suddenly, the tree roots and vines on the upper floors snapped, and countless people fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing heavily onto the ground of B5F.

The death toll is soaring.

The number of survivors is also soaring.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru was like a giant whose hands and feet were bound.

He possessed the power to destroy the world, yet at this moment he could only hold a needle and carefully swat away the mosquitoes mingling in the porcelain shop.

This is exactly the situation that Lu Suo wanted.

As the number of living and dead continues to soar.

When weights are continuously added to both sides of the scale called the price.

In this extremely chaotic space filled with bloodshed and screams, what they wanted was Gojo Satoru's confusion, contemplation, and hesitation.

"Checkmate, Gojo Satoru."

……

At the station entrance stairs.

Lynn was walking down the steps when a bag of potato chips appeared in her hand.

puff!

He casually kicked over a cyborg that charged at him.

Lynn heard a voice coming from the communicator.

"Boss, this is all done. The locust curse spirits have been retrieved."

"Well done, smooth sailing."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

"According to the plan, once Miss Mingming's situation is resolved, you can go back and reunite with Yukichi."

"What happens next is too dangerous for you."

"Yes, boss."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn glanced at the monitoring terminal in his hand, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

That was a live broadcast of the F5 battlefield.

"It's coming..."

He took a deep breath, deliberately slowed his pace, and stopped at a subtly safe distance.

As a time traveler, he knew all too well what was going to happen next.

That will be the craziest, most outrageous, and most sacred 0.2 seconds in the history of sorcery.

Even just observing through a screen is a wonderful experience.

"Stand back a bit, lest you get caught up in 'that'."

……

The center of the battlefield.

Gojo Satoru, who was originally agitated and angry, suddenly stopped all his movements.

He slowly exhaled.

That breath seemed to carry away all the negative emotions.

He stood there, head down, the snow-white hair hanging down his forehead casting shadows that completely covered his pale blue eyes.

It stopped moving.

This sudden calm sent a strange shiver down Louhu's spine, making his scalp tingle.

"He...gave up?"

Louhu stared intently at that figure.

however.

In the very next second.

It was as if the whole world had been muted.

Screams, tearing sounds, and the crackling of flames all seemed distant and indistinct at that moment.

In the world, only the man's movements remained.

Gojo Satoru slowly raised his right hand.

When the middle and index fingers overlap, that is the seal of Indra.

The moment that handprint was formed, all the top-tier cursed spirits present—Zhenren, Louhu, Zhangxiang, and even Huayu huddled in the corner—had their pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints.

"Really?"

That was the trembling of a biological instinct.

That is reverence for absolute power.

Gojo Satoru's lips curled slightly upwards, his voice not loud, but it resounded in everyone's minds like a divine pronouncement:

"Domain expansion".

Those six eyes hidden in the shadows opened instantly, their divine light surging forth!

"Boundless emptiness!"