Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"Buzz!"

The gravitational field of Shinjuku and even the entire Tokyo collapsed in an instant.

The rubble, cars, and even ordinary people who hadn't had time to evacuate all floated up against the laws of physics, and were then violently flung into the sky by a horizontal repulsive force.

"Damn it!"

Gojo gritted his teeth and clasped his hands together abruptly.

"Spell Reversal - Heh!"

A dark red repulsive wave erupted from him, forcefully counteracting the gravitational distortion exerted on everyone.

"December! Is it because of your appearance?" Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at the boy lying on Iori Shoko's body.

The light in December's eyes dimmed to its lowest point. He looked at the sky, at the seven familiar yet unfamiliar figures, and a smile that was more like a grimace tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes... Gojo-sensei."

December's voice was weak. "This world is balanced. Just as the activity of cursed spirits has become more frequent because of the appearance of six-eyed beings like you, the power I possess has also attracted the world's karma, forcibly amplifying the strength of the other side."

"This cause and effect..." Yiguyou Taihu stood before December 1st, his katana trembling. "You mean, these monsters' target... is you?"

"roar!!!"

As if to prove his words, the mountain-like demon in the sky let out a deafening roar. Its gigantic maw, large enough to devour the heavens and earth, was aimed at the ground, and the immense suction instantly formed a visible tornado.

The target is the first day of December.

"Protect Saku!" Itadori Yuujin roared, stomping his feet on the ground. The light of the Tsubasa Fist shone on his fists as he tried to block the suction force.

But this is not a battle on a single dimension.

Each of those seven demon gods possessed a combined magical power comparable to, or even surpassing, that of the Ryoumen Sukuna at its peak. The simultaneous arrival of seven monsters exceeding the Sukuna level meant this was no longer a game like the "Death Migration," but a true apocalypse.

"it's useless."

On the first day of December, he struggled to sit up. He looked at Khajiitsu, Otsuko, and Gojo Satoru in the air, who were blocking his way.

"You can't stop them. As long as I 'exist' here, they will attack endlessly until they wipe me and this land out."

"Then exorcise them all!" Gojo Satoru's figure instantly appeared above the green mountain of flesh, delivering a powerful whip kick.

"boom!"

The massive mountain of flesh trembled slightly. Immediately afterward, a bolt of blue lightning struck from the flank, instantly engulfing Gojo Satoru.

"Teacher Gojo!"

"Don't worry about me! Take December with you!" Gojo Satoru's voice came from the lightning. Although it was still full of energy, everyone could hear the seriousness in it.

On the first day of the twelfth month, seeing this scene, his heart turned cold.

He knew very well that Gojo Satoru might be able to fight any one of them one-on-one, and even hold them off against two. But there were seven of them. And they were the seven great demons who had mastered the power of their respective rules.

More importantly, these demons were born from the new moon. He could certainly release the suppression of the spells to fight them now, but as long as he remains exposed to the world's observation, the world's corrective power will continuously resurrect these demons.

This is a war that is destined to be lost.

unless……

On the first day of the twelfth month, he looked down at his palm.

At this moment, a talisman mark engraved with a blue snake shadow was shimmering slightly in his hand.

"Is this the only way...?"

On the first day of December, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The air was thick with the smell of despair. It was the blood of their fallen comrades, and the acrid smell of the city's impending destruction.

"snake."

The first day of the twelfth month whispered in my heart.

"The serpent of shadows makes me omnipresent."

"If this power is pushed to its limit and combined with constraints, could we achieve something even more?"

"Senior Yigu, Huzhang, and... everyone."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it strangely pierced through the noise of the battlefield and clearly reached everyone's ears.

Yi Gu You Tai turned around and saw December 1st standing up unsteadily.

"Shuo? What are you doing? Lie down!"

"Listen to me." Ignoring Yi Gu's advice, December 1st raised his head, his clear eyes reflecting the thunder and fire in the sky, his calmness frightening. "This disaster started because of me, and it must be ended by me."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Tiger Rod smashed a low-level companion spirit that tried to approach with a punch, roaring, "We're partners! Let's figure something out together..."

There's nothing we can do about it.

December 1st gave a bitter smile. "As long as I am still 'observed' in this world, this correction will not stop. You will die, and Gojo-sensei will die too."

He raised his right hand, and a faint green light began to flow in his palm.

That was the radiance of the snake charm, but at this moment, it was more profound and eerie than ever before.

"I want to establish a 'bond' with this world."

The sound of the new moon in December began to become ethereal, as if it came from another dimension.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

Gojo Satoru in the sky seemed to sense something. Ignoring the bombardment of lightning, he forcibly activated the Limitless Technique to teleport down, attempting to grab the hand of the new moon.

But he missed.

Gojo Satoru's hand passed straight through December 1st's shoulder, as if passing through a holographic projection.

"Teacher, Six Eyes can see very clearly, right?" December 1st looked at his body, which was beginning to become transparent. "My existence is being 'forgotten' by the world."

"December!" For the first time, Gojo Satoru's pale blue eyes showed panic.

"I will establish constraints."

Ignoring the shouts of the crowd, he formed a hand seal with his hands. It was an ancient and obscure gesture, which, combined with the power of the snake talisman, engraved his will into the underlying logic of the world.

"Use this body as a sacrifice, and the power of the serpent as a medium."

"I am willing to relinquish all social existence as the 'New December'."

"Unobservable, undetectable, and without any sense of existence."

With each word uttered, December's body became one step more transparent.

"Even if it objectively exists, it cannot be discovered by any living being."

"I will vanish into nothingness, beyond perception, beyond the reach of any spell."

"My past will turn to dust, unable to be remembered, unable to be recorded."

"After this, there will be no more New Year's Day. I have no family, no friends, and no connection to this world."

"At this cost—"

On the first day of the twelfth month, he suddenly looked up at the seven roaring demon gods in the sky.

"Let the cause and effect of the world lose their purpose!"

"Buzz!!!"

An invisible wave, centered on the first day of December, swept across Shinjuku, across Tokyo, and across the entire world in an instant.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Everything happened silently.

Yigu Youtai's hand, which was originally reaching for the new moon, suddenly stopped in mid-air. A moment of blankness appeared in his eyes, as if he had forgotten why he had reached out in the first place.

Hisahito Itadori remained in his fist-pumping stance, but the anxiety and sorrow on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a deep confusion. He stared at the empty space ahead, feeling a void in his heart, as if he had lost something important, yet he couldn't remember what it was.

"What are we doing?"

Maki gripped the long, black sword, her brow furrowed. She clearly remembered coming to rescue someone, but who?

In her eyes, the figure of December 1st still stood there. But her brain, her cognitive system, naturally "ignored" him.

Like a speck of dust on the roadside. It exists objectively, but it is meaningless.

This is the ultimate form of the Serpent Talisman—conceptual concealment.

Not only visual perception, but also cause and effect, memory, emotion, and all other "sense of existence" are completely erased.

In the sky.

The seven demons, who were preparing to unleash a world-destroying attack, froze in unison.

The lightning spear in the Thunder Demon's hand had already taken shape, but its eyes, which flashed with electricity, were filled with doubt.

"The target... has disappeared?"

That anomaly that disrupted the balance, the source that triggered their arrival, vanished completely from the world in that instant.