Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Chapter 134 Shipwreck Graveyard

The moment he stepped out of the hatch on the first day of the twelfth month, the Limitless Spell enveloped him tightly.

Water pressure is isolated, and you can even breathe the air inside the equipment normally.

Floating thousands of meters deep in the sea, it was completely different from what he had imagined.

He had expected heavy water pressure, but the water pressure was blocked by an infinite barrier. If it weren't for the creatures that could be seen swimming in and out of sight, he would have thought he was in space.

Gojo Satoru floated out from behind him, his white coat fluttering gently within the boundless force field.

"direction?"

I closed my eyes briefly on the first day of December.

Instantly, the runes on the back of his hand lit up, and the lines that spread from the base of his fingers to his forearm simultaneously emitted a dark green glow.

【snake】.

Extremely fine sensory threads seeped from his fingertips, countless transparent threads plunging into the cold, deep sea outside.

A few seconds later, feedback was received.

The cemetery's structure is far more complex than it appears from the observation window.

The wreckage was not randomly piled up, but deliberately organized by some force to form a spherical maze with a diameter of hundreds of meters.

The passage between the wreckage was barely wide enough for two people to pass through at its widest point, and so narrow at its narrowest that you couldn't even fit an arm through.

Moreover, there are no fewer than ten unknown creatures swimming inside the maze.

When the sensory lines touch them, the returned signals have a sense of resistance, like a finger poking into mud.

"Straight down." December 1st opened her eyes. "The entire cemetery is spherical, and we are now on the top level."

At the very bottom is an open area, and below that is the trench itself.

"What's inside?"

"We sensed more than a dozen. The three closest to us are in the second-level passage below."

Gojo Satoru nodded.

The two people began to move downwards.

December 1st controlled the speed of descent with the [chicken], and Gojo Satoru was about an arm's length to his right.

An unlimited force field simultaneously enveloped the two people, forming a transparent sphere several meters in diameter around them.

Occasionally, tiny ripples appear at the junction of the sphere's outer wall and the seawater, proof of the ever-increasing external water pressure.

Soon, the debris from the first level swept past overhead.

Once inside the maze, the light completely disappeared.

The wreckage blocked the cold light emitted by the phosphorescent creatures, and silhouettes of metal and wood debris were visible all around.

On the first day of the twelfth month, the focus shifted to the word "pig".

In thermal sensing mode, the entire world appears as a dark blue background with dark red patches floating on it.

The seawater was extremely cold, close to freezing, but the monsters' body temperature was much higher than the surrounding water—they looked like slowly moving will-o'-the-wisps against the blue background.

The nearest one is less than twenty meters ahead at the corner of the passage.

On the first day of December, he raised his left hand, signaling Gojo Satoru to stop.

How big?

"The passageway is about the same width."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the water flow at the corner suddenly changed direction.

That thing moved.

A translucent tentacle emerged from a crevice in the wreckage.

The tentacles were thicker than the thigh of a 12th-month-old, and their surfaces were covered with countless suckers, each with a barbed keratinous spike at its center.

"Buzz"

The tentacles encountered a force field with no limits.

"Gurgle."

A ripple spread across the force field's surface. The tentacle recoiled abruptly as if it had touched a hot iron plate.

But then it stretched out again.

This time it's not one, but three.

They emerged simultaneously from the gaps in the wreckage from different directions, enveloped in a dim phosphorescent glow.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly.

"Shall we do it, or should we?"

He didn't answer on the first day of the twelfth month; his right hand was already raised.

A crimson fireball condensed from his palm.

【dragon】.

The seawater around his palm instantly boiled, and the bubbles were crushed by the enormous water pressure before they could even form, turning into a dense white mist.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he gently pushed his hand forward.

The fireball flew out of his hand, carrying boiling steam as it rushed into the passage.

The moment the heat wave touched the surface of the tentacle, the translucent tissue immediately charred, curling up from the outside in like a plastic film that had been burned through, emitting a series of fine "crackling" sounds.

"squeak-

'

Just then, a muffled hiss came from the end of the passage.

Gojo Satoru looked at the passage ahead, which had returned to darkness.

"Highly efficient."

He didn't respond on the first day of December.

He sensed that thing was moving backward.

wrong.

The information transmitted back by the sensory wires suddenly became extremely chaotic.

One.

Five.

Ten...

The things below started moving at the same time.

"Eleven." December 1st withdrew its sensory ties. "They're all converging this way."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

"They're trying to drive customers away."

The wreckage on both sides of the passage began to shake.

The clanging of the chains carried far in the water, muffled, like the tolling of a bell.

More tentacles emerged from the gaps in all directions, some as thick as tree trunks, some as thin as ropes, all converging towards their location.

On the first day of December, I glanced down.

Through his thermal vision, he saw their tentacles converge deep within the labyrinth of wreckage, connecting to the same massive torso.

Not eleven.

"No, they are a whole."

After listening, Gojo Satoru chuckled.

"Then we don't need to look for them one by one."

He clenched his right hand slightly.

The force field with no lower limit suddenly expanded.

"Azure".

Gravity exploded from his palm, spreading in all directions. Countless tentacles, fragments of wreckage, rust, and seawater were violently pulled towards the center by gravity; chains snapped in the twisting motion, and wooden planks shattered into dust under the pressure.

In that instant, a hole was torn open in the upper part of the graveyard maze.

Cold light streamed in through the gap, illuminating the entire bottom of the maze.

A massive, grayish-white mass of flesh lay coiled at the very bottom of the graveyard, its surface covered in a grayish-white, waxy substance. Countless tentacles radiated from its body, penetrating every corner of the labyrinth.

It has no eyes.

【ox】.

Instantly, power filled his limbs.

He plunged down from the edge of the force field, leaving a trail of boiling bubbles behind him. His right fist, coated in the heat of the [Dragon], drew a blinding crimson streak in the darkness of the deep sea.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand from above.

"Hmm."

The repulsive force and heat energy struck the lump of flesh almost simultaneously.

The entire sea area was instantly engulfed in a bright light.

The shockwave from the water spread outward from the epicenter, and the debris tumbled and broke apart in the waves.

The upper half of the meat chunk was torn into pieces, and grayish-white tissue fragments, accompanied by churning bubbles, flew everywhere.

The new moon of December fell directly above the wreckage and glanced up at Gojo Satoru above.

His expression was relaxed, as if the punch he had just delivered was nothing more than swatting a fly off the table.

Look down again.

The bottom of the graveyard cracked open, revealing the trench beneath.

Darkness surged up from the crack.

But this darkness is different from before. The previous darkness was the absence of light, but the space before me feels like a shielded, forgotten place.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he reached out and let the end of his sensory ray penetrate into the darkness.

The line broke as soon as it touched the edge.

It was as if it had been bitten off by something, clean and swift.

"Dead water zone".

Gojo Satoru floated down, hovering alongside him above the crack. Rokugan stared at the pure, deathly blackness below, his pupils contracting slightly.

"The water below is completely still." He paused for a moment. "Even six eyes couldn't see through it."

The two people were hanging on the edge of the abyss, looking down.

The boundary of the dead water zone is as clear as a line drawn in the sea. Above the line, there are still faint ocean currents and temperature fluctuations; below the line, everything is zero.

On the first day of the twelfth month, the runes on the back of his hand flickered, as if responding to something.