Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

With only two minutes left until the day of the decisive battle, an uneasy atmosphere permeated the entire Shinjuku.

New York, London, Tokyo.

Live streams around the world simultaneously played a constantly updated countdown, with comments scrolling wildly.

The countdown slowly reached 0 and disappeared from the screen, replaced by the brightly lit Shinjuku.

"It's starting! It's starting!"

"Front row!"

"Why is it so bright? Isn't it nighttime?"

"I heard it was specially modified with some kind of magic, and there's even a director involved so the audience can see it clearly."

"So professionally done?"

"So does anyone know what the Lord of Curses actually looks like?"

"Isn't anyone afraid of the comments? What if we lose?"

"So what if we lost? What can we do? Just because they can't beat us doesn't mean we can."

On the college's front line, everyone stared at the big screen.

Mashiro sat at the front, with Gojo Satoru and the other special-grade mages behind him.

The moment the countdown ended, Mashiro stood up, turned around and looked at them.

"All the hard work these past few days has been for this day. The decisive battle in Shinjuku has begun. Now is the time to fight."

She paused, about to say something, when she sensed Su Nuo's presence.

Mashiro raised her head and looked up at the sky: "It seems the other side is also impatient."

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure slowly descended from the sky above Shinjuku.

With her blonde hair and red eyes, the black markings on her face and her four glasses symbolized her identity.

The King of Curses, Sukuna, has descended upon Shinjuku.

Su Nuo's feet were off the ground, suspended in mid-air, with her wings slightly open, exuding a sense of holiness.

The chat room exploded with comments.

"Holy crap, a woman??"

"So beautiful... I'm going to defect to the enemy."

"This is the King of Curses? You must be kidding me!"

"Are you sure it's not an angel, but a curse?"

"Mother."

"Aren't you guys being way too repressed?"

......

Su Nuo, floating in the air, glanced at the deserted city and slowly curled up the corners of his mouth: "The evacuation was really fast, there's not a single person left."

As she spoke, she slowly opened her arms, releasing waves of magical energy.

"boom!"

A massive wave instantly emanated from her, causing the entire Shinjuku area to tremble.

The building, a symbol of human civilization, swayed violently, and its glass shattered with a crash.

Inside the high school's training grounds, the ground trembled slightly.

"It's probably already at its complete form," Mashiro nodded and said. "With the addition of angelic techniques, it might even be more powerful than its peak in life."

After saying that, Mashiro turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru slowly took off his sunglasses and placed them on the chair.

"Then, I'll be right back."

"etc."

Gojo Satoru stood up, but just as he was about to leave, Mashiro called him back.

He glanced at Mashiro, only to find that she tilted her head, indicating that she wanted him to turn around.

Gojo Satoru turned around, and everyone stood up and surrounded him from behind.

Haddock laughed and said, "Teacher, your spell is really in the way!"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback at first, then immediately understood Itajō's meaning, laughing loudly as he took off his coat: "Haha! Bring it on!"

Itadori laughed heartily and patted his teacher on the shoulder. After him, his students were no longer reserved and all smiled easily as they offered their blessings to Gojo Satoru.

Finally, Mashiro kicked Gojo Satoru in the butt, causing him to stumble forward.

"Hey, kicking someone's butt is way too much!"

Gojo Satoru protested loudly, "At least give me some face in front of the students!"

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, everyone burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere relaxed.

"Go well, and may your military career prosper."

Mashiro smiled and nodded.

"He's not a samurai."

Gojo Satoru grinned, and then his entire aura changed, with his [strongest] pressure reappearing.

"Don't blink, watch carefully."

After he finished speaking, he took a step and soared into the air, heading straight for Shinjuku.

After Gojo Satoru arrived, Rakuganji Yoshinobu, Ankahime, and Ijichi Kiyokatsu were already in place.

"Spell [Separate Forbidden Zone]".

The songstress activated her spell, and Ijichi Kiyotaka began to release a barrier.

She chanted incantations, formed hand seals, and danced a ritual dance.

Leyan Temple sat cross-legged to one side, plucking the strings of his zither to complete the final part of the songstress's spell.

"Go, Gojo Satoru!"

"oh!"

Gojo Satoru's spell power was amplified to 120% by the technique, and he clasped his hands together.

"Nine principles, polarized light, black and declaration, between inside and outside."

Azure and crimson meet in the palm of the hand.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, his azure pupils filled with intense fighting spirit.

"【Virtual Form - Zi】!"

200% of the power was compressed into a single point and suddenly blasted out from the middle finger.

"boom!"

A powerful purple beam of light tore through the night sky and shot straight toward Su Nuo.

"Um?"

Su Nuo's expression changed; her senses kept sending warnings as soon as the powerful attack appeared.

She turned her head and saw the [Virtual Style: Zi] attacking at lightning speed.

"Gojo Satoru!"

Su Nu laughed loudly and raised his hand: "The old me might have struggled to withstand this attack, but things are different now!"

"Jacob's Ladder!"

As her words fell, a blinding beam of light descended from the sky, directly meeting [Virtual Style: Zi].

One white, one purple, the two extreme beams of light collided in an instant.

"Boom!"

The entire city of Shinjuku was illuminated as if it were daytime. The shockwave ripped through the clouds and even lifted the city's skyscrapers into the air, raising a cloud of dust as they landed on the ground.

The blinding light gradually faded, revealing Su Nuo's figure.

She remained suspended in the same spot, completely unharmed.

"Is this all there is to it, Gojo Satoru?"

Sukuna looked at Gojo Satoru, who had appeared high in the sky at some unknown time, and sneered: "You dare to call yourself the 'strongest' based on this? You're just an ordinary person born in an era without me."

"Sukuna, what are you talking about by relying on the power of others?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled. Although the [Virtual Style: Zi] he had prepared for so long had not been used, this level of skill was nothing.

The real test will come in the next battle.

"Say what you will, you mortal."

"You may have misunderstood something; let me explain."

Gojo Satoru held up one finger, grinned, and said, "You're the challenger!"

The two stared at each other from a distance, engaging in the most primal form of human provocation.

The atmosphere above Shinjuku gradually grew heavy.

The audience who witnessed the battle just now couldn't contain their excitement.

"Holy crap, what is this?!"

"A light cannon?! It really is a light cannon!!"

"Is a human capable of launching such an attack?"

"Don't you guys think they're both really good-looking?"

"Is it only those with good looks who can become strong?"

"Could it be me too?"

"Good luck, Master Sukuna!"

"How come there are still people committing rape?"

"What traitor? I'm just a fan of Lord Sukuna's body."

"Don't body enthusiasts enjoy Sukuna's defeat CGs?"

"Why didn't you say so sooner? Good luck, Gojo Satoru!"