Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

"Domain expansion".

As the whispered words were spoken, the hand seal formed in the void.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that even the nerve signals of a top-tier cursed spirit didn't have time to reach its brain.

"Boundless emptiness."

boom--!

The world has been replaced.

The Shibuya B5F platform, which was originally filled with the smell of blood, was instantly transformed into a deep and boundless cosmic sky.

But this universe only existed for 0.2 seconds.

For the average person, this 0.2 seconds is almost imperceptible.

But for all the beings with brains in the area, that 0.2 seconds means—a system crash.

The effect of 【Boundless Emptiness】 is to forcibly instill the information of "infinity".

Seeing everything, feeling everything, knowing everything, therefore being unable to do anything.

A mere 0.2 seconds of exposure can instill in the brain the equivalent of more than half a year's worth of daily information.

Snapped.

The domain has been removed.

The once noisy hell suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

In that instant, it was all about the cyborgs screaming madly, as well as the real people and the water clock who were about to unleash their fury.

Or perhaps those terrified humans, all like dolls whose power has been cut off, stood stiffly in place.

Everyone is unconscious.

In this lifeless painting, only one living creature moves.

No, that was a storm that exceeded the limits of dynamic vision.

Gojo Satoru considered the possibility of resistance from the special-grade cursed spirits who could awaken at any time.

Therefore, his choice was to complete one thing as quickly as possible during this period.

More than a thousand cyborgs were eliminated.

Swish-!

The white-haired figure vanished instantly. In its place appeared a streak of azure lightning that refracted wildly throughout the hall.

Gojo Satoru chose the most primitive, and also the most energy-consuming, approach.

Go kill them one by one.

He doesn't use He, Cang, or even reverse spells to restore his strength in crowds; he simply wraps his fist in pure spell power.

boom! boom! boom!

This is not a battle; this is surgery with precision down to the micrometer.

Gojo Satoru's figure darted swiftly through the dense crowd, like threading a needle.

Each pause precisely avoided the unconscious human, placing only the palm on the cyborg's head, chest, and spine.

Twist it off, smash it, tear it off.

The 1th one.

The 10th one.

The 50th one.

Gojo Satoru's movements were so fast that they left countless overlapping afterimages on his retina, as if dozens of Gojo Satoru were simultaneously carrying out the killing.

Before the blood mist could even land, his figure had already appeared more than ten meters away.

The modified people didn't even have time to fall as corpses before they were swept away by the raging wind.

The 200th...

The 500th...

Every strike must be extremely precise, with no room for error, and no innocent civilian can be harmed.

This intense mental concentration is even more nerve-wracking than continuously expanding a domain.

The 800th...

Sweat slid down Gojo Satoru's cheeks and was instantly dried by the wind.

299 seconds.

boom!

With the last cyborg's body turning to ashes, this one-sided massacre finally came to an end.

Approximately 1000 modified humans were all exterminated by Gojo Satoru in less than five minutes.

huh... huh...

The storm suddenly stopped.

Approximately 1000 modified humans were all exterminated by Gojo Satoru in less than five minutes.

huh... huh...

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks and stood in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Even the strongest among them would experience rapid breathing after such intense, precise maneuvers and explosive physical attacks.

He was panting heavily, his brain throbbing slightly from activating the domain and the subsequent high-speed calculations.

"it's over……"

Gojo Satoru wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his six eyes began scanning the battlefield again, searching for the locations of those special-grade cursed spirits.

Gojo Satoru turned around and walked toward the newly awakened water clock with a sharp killing intent.

"Next, it's your turn."

however.

The moment Gojo Satoru took his first step.

A small cube suddenly appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

It was a dice-shaped object wrapped in several talismans, exuding an ominous aura.

Clang.

The object landed with a crisp sound.

Gojo Satoru stopped and looked down.

"What...is this?"

At the same time, a familiar voice, carrying a laugh that sent shivers down Gojo Satoru's spine, rang out from the darkness:

"Prison gates, open!"

As the incantation was uttered, the dice-shaped object on the ground, emanating an ominous aura, suddenly cracked open.

As if living flesh and blood were churning, the prison gate instantly transformed into four huge chunks of flesh, opening like a bear trap, with the single eye in the center locking onto Gojo Satoru in front of him.

"Varied……"

Gojo Satoru's pupils contracted slightly.

He wanted to escape. At his speed, dodging at this distance wouldn't be difficult.

However, just as he was about to activate his teleportation, a figure appeared behind Yu Menjiang.

He was a man wearing a kasaya, with a bun hairstyle and a gentle smile on his face.

That was Gojo Satoru's only true friend in this world.

"Hey, Wu."

The man waved his hand, his tone as relaxed as if it were a summer afternoon during his college years.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Gojo Satoru's movements froze.

"Xia You... Jie?"

impossible.

This is absolutely impossible.

Because during the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons on Christmas Eve last year, Gojo Satoru personally killed Natsuyuu. He witnessed his best friend's death with his own eyes.

That was the youth he buried with his own hands.

[Prison Gate Seal Condition: Allow time to slow down within the target's mind by one minute.]

For the average person, one minute is sixty seconds.

But for Gojo Satoru, who possesses "six eyes" and whose brain operates at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, this single glance lasts for eternity.

The moment he saw Xia Youjie, memories of his college, of his youth, and of that "strongest duo" flooded his mind like a revolving lantern.

"Three years of youth..."

It didn't even take a minute.

In that instant, countless days and nights had passed in Gojo Satoru's mind.

boom!

The fleshy walls of the prison gate suddenly closed, trapping Gojo Satoru firmly in place.

The curse power disappeared.

My body is immobile.

Gojo Satoru discovers that he has completely lost control of his body.

"...Damn it."

Wu Tiao Wu gritted his teeth, looking at the living "Xia Youjie" in front of him. The information feedback given by Liu Yan was a cruel reality.

"My eyes tell me you are Xia Youjie. But my soul denies it! Answer me! Who are you?!"

The man in front of me smiled.

He reached out and grabbed the stitches on his forehead, forcefully lifting his skull.

There was no brain inside, only a bizarre brain-like thing with a mouth.

"Disgusting," Gojo Satoru said coldly.

"Don't say that." Ryousaku put his skull back on. "After all, this is to seal away your strongest self. Goodnight, Gojo Satoru. See you in the new world."

The prison gates began to contract, nearing final closure.

Just then, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something.

That unscrupulous merchant named Lynn once sold him a so-called "replica of the prison gate," mysteriously saying it was to prevent him from "capsizing in the gutter."

At the time, Gojo Satoru scoffed at this.

"Ha...Is that so? Lynn, you even foresaw this?"

A bitter smile, tinged with helplessness and a hint of expectation, appeared on Gojo Satoru's lips—his last expression before being swallowed by darkness.

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