The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

"It must be from a worldline where all the students from the high school died in Shinjuku, and Sukuna won!"

Fushiguro's reasoning pierced through the carefully constructed facade of the parallel Fushiguro.

It also pierced through Lu Suo's consistently composed demeanor.

I saw the parallel black shoulders tremble violently for a moment, and I saw the smile on Lu Suo's lips freeze for a moment.

Faced with the two's intense reactions, the answer was churning within Fukuro's mind.

"I was right after all."

Fu Hei's face clearly showed understanding.

"Someone as exceptional as this must have found countless parallel world lines for you."

Fu Hei raised his hand sharply and pointed straight at the space between his eyebrows.

My fingertips weren't trembling because of fear.

Rather, it was because Fu Hei's anger was already uncontrollable.

Look me in the eye!

"The reason why all the vocational colleges failed is because you went all the way."

A chilling aura, like that of a judge, burst forth from Fu Hei, carrying an irresistible majesty.

Fu Hei, burning with rage, forced out the answer through gritted teeth:

"It was because you persisted to the end that all the members of the high school were killed in battle!"

"After dominating the world, it's probably because your cowardly appearance made Sukuna a source of amusement that he spared you, leaving you alone in the world like a clown!"

"You are the only one left alive in a world where the sorcerer system has long since collapsed. Because of this, you have no way to improve yourself anymore."

"So, aside from shikigami, your skill level is still pretty low!"

"Subdue the Demon Void Demon? Ha."

Fu Hei's lips curled into a mocking smile, a smile tinged with sorrow and rage as he judged the fallen soul before him:

"You are not the strongest Fushiguro!"

"You're the worst, the most lazy, the most war criminal Fukuro!!!"

Fu Hei raised his voice, echoing across the battlefield:

"You haven't grasped even a fraction of the will to love alone!"

"Because you've never had the mindset of a strong person!"

"You're just a cold, useless piece of trash, you're nothing but a nobody!"

"With so many people's expectations on your shoulders, how can you be content to remain stagnant and stop progressing!"

"Even if it means utterly abandoning your position and letting all your fellow college students die because of you!"

"Stop...stop talking!" Hei Pinghei clutched his head, his nails almost digging into his scalp, trying to dig out the words that had crawled into his ears from his brain.

He covered his hands even tighter, trying to prevent Fu Hei's shrill voice from piercing his brain again.

"Stop talking about my district."

"...I'm going to integrate!"

After being exposed, Pingxing Fuhei clearly lost control of his emotions, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

Under this influence, the shikigami's offensive also stopped.

Mo Xuluo's sword stopped less than a foot from Fu Hei's head, and did not thrust down.

The defensive line formed by the two massive figures instantly revealed a flaw, opening a gap that allowed Fu Hei to pass through alone and reach Pingxing Fu Hei directly.

"gravity!"

The sound of a clapper came again from the edge of the battlefield.

The sudden turn of events forced her to join the battle in a sorry state, trying to slow down Fu Hei's offensive with her weak spells.

"Think about the conditions I promised you, Parallel Fukuro!"

The voice was deliberately raised at the word "condition," causing Pingxiang Fuhei, who heard it, to pause for a moment.

"Yes, I have conditions, I have a reward!"

Parallel Fukuro was pulled back to reality by Lu Suo's words, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

A sickly smile immediately appeared on his face, replacing Fukuro's hurtful words with a delusional self-deception.

"How dare you yell at me, you bastard Fu Hei, whom even Mo Xu Luo couldn't subdue!"

The two men, both shrouded in darkness, reflected each other's image in their eyes.

The same eyebrows and eyes, yet they reflect completely different souls.

A flame burning with unyielding strength, still blazing fiercely amidst wind and rain.

One exudes an aura of decay, yet remains oblivious to the depths of fantasy.

"I...I am a war criminal."

"So what...so what!"

He forced a slightly trembling voice to make himself sound more convincing.

"To be...to be the last one standing, isn't that being the winner?"

"If I kill you, I will become the strongest Fukuro in the universe!"

With trembling limbs, Pingxing Fuhei once again commanded Moxu Luo and Etu to resume their attack.

Two enormous figures caught up with Fu Hei, but Fu Hei didn't stop for a moment and continued to meet his gaze.

"Nonsense!!!"

Fukuhei forcefully interrupted Hei Pingxing's speech, his anger seemingly about to burst from his pupils.

Do you even have a conscience?

"Do you even deserve to be called human?"

Faced with Fukuro's attacks, Fukuro completely used morbidity to cover up his riddled inner wounds.

"Ha, Lord Sukuna has bestowed upon me the title of the world's strongest sorcerer!"

Parallel Fu Hei's voice carried a twisted pride.

"You're the only one left. If you're not the strongest, then who is?"

Fuhei was stunned by this sudden title of the strongest, and almost lost his composure.

"Why don't you think about why you're the only sorcerer left!"

"Sorcerer".

As Fu Hei pondered this weighty name, the image of his teacher's sturdy figure appeared in his mind.

That man who was the only one in heaven and earth, that man hailed as the strongest, that man who was like a god in the eyes of everyone.

Having absolute power also means absolute freedom, allowing Gojo Satoru to easily choose to side with any faction.

An individual who objectively does not need to be affiliated with any camp, nor can any external force force them to act.

However, Gojo Satoru always stood on the side of humanity.

For ten years, they have been fulfilling their duties as protectors without fail.

Was it his strongest identity and responsibility that bound Gojo Satoru throughout his life?

"Sorcerer".

Fu Hei chewed on the name repeatedly, and anger surged in his heart.

"I can't be bothered to reason with you; you're not worthy to listen!"

The moment the last word was uttered, Fu Hei's figure had already launched an attack, his strike aimed directly at his counterpart from a parallel world.

The Heavenly Reversal Blade traced a cold arc in the air, reflecting the sunlight, and delivered its final judgment.

"Help me, Mr. Etu! Mr. Moxuluo!"

Fu Hei scrambled and stumbled, looking utterly pathetic, his posture devoid of any dignity befitting a powerful figure. He then summoned his left and right protectors to intercept him once more.

Mo Xu Luo's demon-slaying sword covered half the sky, making it almost impossible for people to breathe.

Jaguar's claws tore through the air, unleashing a barrage of lightning.

Facing a shikigami several times larger than himself, facing the aura of death that seemed to collapse like a mountain.

Fu Hei felt no fear whatsoever.

Only the thoughts churning in his mind kept driving him to keep throwing punches.

Curse power is the energy leaked out by negative human emotions.

Emotions such as anger and hatred can amplify the output of spell power.

This is the most basic principle of sorcery, the knowledge that every sorcerer learns in their first lesson.

As a sorcerer, one should use emotions to enhance one's power in battle.

But the anger of Fukuro now is not an emotion deliberately stirred up, nor is it anger that is faked to make his curse power stronger.

It is real, it is pure.

It is anger that bursts forth from the depths of the soul.

Anger at his depravity, anger at his betrayal, anger at how wretched his other self was—this fueled his weary body, driving him to keep throwing punches.

"From the moment you started giving up, you could no longer be called a sorcerer!"

Compared to the enormous figures of Moxu Luo and Etu, Fuhei's figure appeared so small.

Yet it was also so full of power!

All the battles fought along the way, the bonds built up, and all the memories converged into an unstoppable force, driving Fu Hei forward relentlessly.

These people, these events, these bonds constitute the entirety of what makes Fushiguro Megumi who she is.

Without them, Fuhei would simply be a sorcerer with the Ten Shadow Technique.

With these, Fuhei becomes a true sorcerer.

"But I am—"

Fu Hei gathered all his strength into his fist, suppressing all his grief and anger, and condensing it into this one punch.

"A sorcerer!!!"

The whistling wind cuts through the air here.

The seemingly weak fist, which appeared to be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, suddenly unleashed an aura even more powerful than that of the two shikigami.

Space itself began to distort.

The air folds around the fist in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and the whole world was waiting for that punch to land.

The distortion of space began to spread from the tiny space between Fu Hei's fists, engulfing the figures of Mo Xuluo and E Tu, engulfing the terrified face of Ping Ping Fu Hei, engulfing everything.

Finally, within the torn space, bursts of black and red lightning unique to Fu Hei erupted.

The black and red light tore through the clouds, ripped apart the shadows cast by Moxuluo and Etu, and tore apart this battlefield shrouded in despair.

Like a new sun rising from the ground, it tore through all the gloom in front of it, going against the direction of the sky.

In the light, Fu Hei's figure was clearly outlined.

His clothes billowed in the air currents, his hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes reflected the dark red light, like stars.

The black and red lightning unique to Fushiguro is etched on Okinawa.

"Black Flash!!!"