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

In the pure black, boundless space.

It was as if the concept of time had long since vanished in this secluded and hidden realm.

Like a tomb without boundaries.

It was as if even the concept of self was being slowly dissolved by this darkness.

The first of the five senses that the King of Curses regained was the sense of pain.

I felt the contractions in my abdomen.

Su Nuo slowly opened her eyes.

Those once domineering, terrifying crimson eyes now held a rare bewilderment.

Looking around, my gaze traveled through the darkness, but I couldn't find a single answer in this deathly silent space.

There were no enemies, no battlefield, no light, no temperature, nothing at all.

There was only boundless darkness and himself, as if he had been abandoned at the end of the universe.

"Hey, Su Nuo, I didn't expect you to arrive first."

In the deathly silent space, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Su Nuo suddenly rang out.

"You're here. This is our third conversation, isn't it?"

Su Nuo gazed at the silhouette that was faintly emerging in the darkness.

Covered in stitches, like a pieced-together doll, it reappeared before Su Nuo with an unpleasant smile.

Su Nuo looked at the cursed spirit that she remembered as being called Zhenren.

"How about it, Six-Eyed Gojo?"

"And the Ten Shadows of the Zen Temple family."

"This battle must be amazing."

"That's... shit!"

"It feels like those kids have a backup plan; they haven't used their full strength at all."

"I even think that they could win even if they didn't have such superhuman surgical skills..."

Su Nuo gritted his teeth more and more, as if savoring the taste of the battle just now.

However, the emotions that exploded in the King of Curses' chest were only bitter.

"I never expected him to make you say something like that."

Hearing the real person's mockery, Su Nuo simply snorted coldly.

"I originally thought I could empathize with the loneliness of aloofness more than anyone else."

"This body, forged over a thousand years, and the tactics it has learned."

"And the fighting style that has been honed."

"And the ability to improvise with imagination..."

At this point, Su Nuo paused, exhaling a long breath, a breath carrying the weight of a thousand years and an unprecedented weariness.

Subsequently, it completely transformed into boundless rage:

"They're not even as good as those kids!"

Su Nuo's voice was almost a roar, filled with anger mixed with resentment, confusion, and defiance, as well as a kind of admiration that even he himself was unwilling to admit:

"I actually failed to get that brat... failed to get Fukuro to use his full strength."

"What killed me wasn't time or illness, but that kind of guy!"

The King of Curses looked at his trembling four arms, the four arms that had once torn apart countless enemies, now trembling uncontrollably, like withered branches in the wind.

"I actually got eaten up by those four stinky zones?"

"I was actually eaten up by those four stinky zones!!!"

Su Nuo struggled angrily, trying to break through the pure black space again.

With all four arms swinging simultaneously, the slashes roared through the darkness, the invisible blades cutting through the void.

But no matter how hard it was used, it couldn't affect the entire space.

Not a single echo was heard, not a single spark was left behind; everything was silently swallowed up by the darkness.

"Is this... the taste of death?"

Su Nuo stopped her futile struggle, her eyes revealing a sense of unfamiliarity she had never felt in a thousand years.

"Am I, Su Nuo, going to die?"

"To die here?"

Thoughts still flickered in Su Nuo's mind.

"No……"

"I can't die."

"I can't die!"

"I still have little devils to deal with, and my pride remains unfulfilled..."

"There are still errors that have not been corrected."

"Now that the Lü Suo has become a cripple, if I were to fall as well, the curse would surely be unbearable!"

"The world will be ruled by people like the highly skilled..."

"How can I fall down?"

"I can't fall!"

"Rime needs me!!!"

"I need to perform a ritual to appease you!"

"I want……"

Sukuna gathered up the turbid air in his lungs, carrying his thousand-year-old obsession, and together with his consciousness broke through this boundless land, returning to the sky above Okinawa!

"Let's fight again!!!"

However, Su Nuo's consciousness returned to the battlefield.

Unable to get up again, he launched another attack on the challenger before him.

Because of the two Nuo Su—

already.

It turned into a Nuo Su.

Having successfully turned the tables, Gojo Satoru began to recount everything that had just happened.

"The Demon Void's [Adaptation] is activated after each attack."

"Then it will begin to analyze slowly."

"After a period of time, you will be able to adapt."

"If the same attack occurs again during this process, it will accelerate the parsing process."

"Even if a spell has already completed its [adaptation], Demon Void will not stop analyzing it, but will continue to adapt it further."

Fu Hei's voice slowly echoed from the battlefield, explaining to the King of Curses the reason for his defeat.

"From the very beginning, Moxuluo has been constantly adapting to two different spells simultaneously in battle!"

Upon hearing this, Gojo turned his head slightly and pointed to the halo behind him.

"You're paying too much attention to how the Demon Void Demon adapts to the slashing attack."

"Thus, I completely failed to notice that while enduring the slashes... I was also continuously using 'No Limits,' employing the inviolable aura surrounding me to exert a sustained influence on Demon Void Luo!"

"……impossible"

The King of Curses raised his hoarse voice.

"Then why didn't I notice that Demon Void was adapting...?"

Seeing the furious and resentful look in his defeated opponent's eyes, Gojo Satoru laughed even more heartily.

"Fortunately, Fushiguro-sensei's Shadow Tide was able to conceal the sound of the Demon Lord's Wheel."

"I didn't faint from having my Demon Orb cut off at all!"

"I pretended to faint so you would think I had temporarily lost my ability to move. In reality, I was accelerating my adaptation to the boundless and inviolable within the Shadow Tide!"

"The damage to the Demon Orb was just a trick to deceive you!"

"My Demon Orb can withstand any slashing attack!"

When Fushiguro first proposed the plan, he was worried about whether Gojo Satoru could complete it successfully.

However, the result far exceeded Fukuhiro's expectations.

Gojo Satoru's will is too firm.

His demonic energy, like his will, is as indestructible as steel!

"In the ensuing battle, Moxu Luo continued to analyze the inviolability."

"And Demon Void's second 'adaptation' perfectly matches my expectations!"

"He analyzed the limitations of the concept of space imposed by 'inviolability' and fed back into my techniques."

"What was once inviolable has become—"

"Where space exists, all things are permitted."

"From invulnerable to vulnerable, then applied to the spell!"

"My hypothetical mass..."

Gojo Satoru once again used his familiar empty-style attack, aiming at the defeated King of Curses, as if a child were using his knuckles to create a gun.

He squinted one eye, accompanied by a shooting sound effect from his mouth, his posture relaxed and carefree:

"It has long since broken through the limitations of space."

"I am no longer attacking your physical body, but the entire space you inhabit."

At this moment, Gojo Satoru began to bid his final farewell to his opponent:

"How delightful!"

"The King of Curses"

I'll probably forget about you by tomorrow.

His face was covered in scars, with a bloodstain running diagonally from his left eyebrow to the corner of his right mouth.

The azure pupils continued to reflect the sky, reflecting the sky that had gradually cleared after being scorched by the flames of war.

In a battle that spans millennia and the universe.

Six eyes shone with a spirited gleam.

Like the first ray of dawn after a long night, it illuminated this land ravaged by war.

Nothing could stop the radiant joy on the seventeen-year-old boy's face.

"In other words..."

"Gojo Satoru won!!!"