Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

On the first day of December, he hurled the ball of light with one hand.

The moment the ball of light left his hand, it transformed into a magnificent pillar of light.

This beam of light contained destruction, immortality, healing, speed, brute force... All the laws of the world resonated and crushed each other at this moment.

The beam of light made no sound the instant it touched the Shadow King's "black hole".

The whole world seemed to be paused at that moment, turning into a black and white film.

Under the beam of light, the Shadow King, hundreds of meters long and attempting to sacrifice the entire dimension to perish, suddenly vanished.

Its tentacles disappeared.

Its eyes disappeared.

Its massive, dark body was forcibly and completely obliterated by this attack.

Nothing was left behind.

The beam of light swept across, its momentum undiminished.

The dark purple sky of the Shadow Realm was cleaved open by a golden rift tens of thousands of kilometers long. Beyond the rift lay endless void.

When the light fades.

The King of Shadows has vanished completely.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the created earth legions, the magnificent throne... all vanished into thin air, leaving only a dark, ruined wasteland.

In the air, only the first day of the twelfth month remained.

The light emanating from him gradually dimmed, and he gasped for breath.

Although he was already the master of the talisman, this attack, "Ragnarok," had taken a tremendous toll on him. If it weren't for the [dog] and [horse] maintaining his vital signs, he would probably have been on the verge of collapse.

"Is it over...?"

Below, Yujin Itadori slumped on the mirror-like ground, staring blankly at the empty sky, as if he had just experienced a long, unreal nightmare.

Zhenyi was the first to react, and she ran desperately toward the figure in the sky.

"December!"

The body of the new moon swayed slightly and then fell straight down.

Zhenyi leaped up and quickly ran in front of him.

At this moment, December 1st was pale and breathing weakly. His body began to flicker again and became somewhat translucent.

Clearly, fighting against the entire Shadow World has taken a heavy toll on him.

"Hey! Don't scare me!" Zhenyi's eyes reddened, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs. "Weren't you so smug just now?! You big liar!"

On the first day of December, he struggled to open one eye.

He looked at Zhenyi's dusty, tear-streaked face, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips.

"Mai...don't cry...you're so ugly."

"You still have the mind to joke!" Zhenyi angrily punched him hard in the chest, but the force of the punch was as light as a feather.

"Cough cough...it hurts..." December 1st grimaced exaggeratedly. "Don't worry, I'm immortal...I won't die, I just need to rest for a while."

He looked at Zhenyi with a relieved expression in his eyes.

"it's over......"

Just then, Fushiguro Megumi, who was standing to the side, suddenly let out a muffled groan.

He clutched his chest and staggered over. His face hadn't improved because of the Shadow King's death; instead, it had become even paler.

"It's not over yet!" Fushiguro Megumi's voice was weak but urgent.

"What do you mean?" Itajimaru quickly steadied him. "Weren't all the monsters dead?"

Fushiguro pointed to the sky.

Although the Shadow King is dead, his previous actions of forcibly sacrificing dimensions have not completely ceased. The entire sky of the Shadow Realms is collapsing at a visible speed, with large chunks of space peeling away from the sky to reveal the endless void behind them.

"Although the Shadow King is dead, there is probably still a core maintaining the Shadow World." Fukuro Megumi suppressed the pain deep in his soul. "If we lose the core's sustenance, this dimension will completely collapse within minutes. We will be trapped in this void forever."

"Where is the core?" Zhenyi asked through gritted teeth.

"Over there," Fushiguro pointed to the very center of the square.

With the help of Shin-chan, Shin-chan stood up, and with Itsuki carrying Fushiguro Megumi on his back, the four of them quickly ran towards the center of the square.

There, suspended, was a crystal no bigger than a fist, entirely black, radiating an extremely pure and profound light.

That is the core of the Shadow Kingdom.

"Is it enough to just break it?" Itajō raised his fist.

"No!" Fukuro Megumi immediately stopped her. "If we shatter it, the dimension will collapse immediately! Someone must... merge with it, replace the Shadow King, and become the new anchor point of this dimension. Only in this way can we stabilize space and open the passage back."

"Fuse it?" Itari was stunned. "How do we fuse it? Who will fuse it?"

Fukuro Megumi remained silent, staring at the black crystal with a resolute glint in his eyes.

He is the inheritor of ten shadow magic techniques, and the residual power of the mask still resides within him. He is the most suitable candidate.

Fukuro Megumi broke free from Huzhang's support and walked forward step by step.

"I'll do it. It's my responsibility." Fushiguro Megumi's voice was calm.

"Fukuhiro! Are you insane?!" Itajō grabbed him, "You can't withstand this kind of power!"

"Let go, Itadori. There's no time."

Just as the two were arguing,

A semi-transparent hand suddenly reached over them and gently grasped the black crystal.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhenyi turned around in alarm and found that December 1st, who had been leaning on her shoulder, had somehow stood up straight.

"December!"

They were not seen on the first day of December.

He gripped the cold, heavy crystal that represented the laws of a dimension, and the golden light in his eyes flared once more. But this time, a profound darkness lingered within the golden light.

"Why don't you give this to me?"

A mad smile crept across December 1st's lips.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he directly pressed the crystal... into his chest!

"What are you doing?!" Fukuro Megumi exclaimed in shock.

"If this were in the real world, it would indeed happen." December closed his eyes, feeling the violent dark energy surging through his body.

"But now..."

Black and white patterns appeared on his chest and began to spin wildly. The dark source that was originally enough to destroy a world miraculously calmed down under the influence of the talisman and began to slowly merge with the new moon.

On the first day of December, he suddenly opened his eyes; his left eye shone with brilliant golden light, while his right eye was shrouded in deep shadow.

He forcibly stole the core of this dimension's origin!

With the support of this core, December's somewhat transparent body instantly solidified. Moreover, he could sense that this body was entirely composed of the power of the Shadow World; although it lacked the many special energies of the Shadow Monsters, it was sufficient.

From now on, he will no longer be a ghost.

He once again possessed a real body that belonged to him!

"So that's how it is..." December 1st clenched his fist, feeling the perfectly fused power within his body.

With the core stolen, the collapse of the Shadow Dimension halted. December New Moon is now the master of this dimension, controlling its laws.

He raised his hand and gently traced a line across the golden crack in mid-air.

The crack instantly widened, transforming into a massive, stable passageway leading to the present world. At the other end of the passage, the dilapidated yet real streets of Tokyo could be vaguely seen.

"The door is open." December 1st turned around and looked at the three stunned people.

He walked up to Zhenyi, reached out his hand, which had real warmth, and gently flicked her forehead.

"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go home."

Zhenyi covered her forehead, and tears finally welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. She didn't say anything, but just hugged December Shuo tightly around the waist, buried her face in his chest, and cried loudly.

Yuji Itadori watched this scene, rubbed his sore nose, and broke into a big smile.

"Fukuhiro, we won."

As Fukuro Megumi watched the departing figure of December 1st, the huge weight in his heart finally lifted.

"Ah...we won."

On the first day of December, with his arm around May's shoulder, and accompanied by Itachi and Fushiguro Megumi, he strode toward the gate leading to the present world.

Just before he stepped out the door.

He glanced back at the desolate, shadowy realm.

"This place is nice, let's keep it as a storage room."

On the first day of December, he smiled and stepped into the light.

......

The present world.

Gojo Satoru and Otsuko Yuta stood before the gate to the abyss, their bodies covered in black ash.

The surrounding army of shadows did not diminish over time; instead, it became even more ferocious due to the anomaly in that dimension, charging at them fearlessly.

"Teacher, the pressure is getting heavier and heavier." Yuta Otsukoku said, panting heavily as he sliced ​​through a giant shadow that was trying to sneak up on him.

Gojo Satoru remained silent, his "six eyes" fixed on the slowly rotating black vortex.

"It'll be soon," Gojo Satoru muttered to himself. "I believe in them."

Sudden.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the originally pitch-black abyss gate suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling light!

Within that light, four figures flew out of the door like shooting stars and landed steadily on the dilapidated streets of Tokyo.

The moment they landed, the gate to the abyss collapsed completely, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Deprived of the energy supply from the Abyss Gate, the shadow army, which had been attacking frantically, froze in place. Then, one by one, they vanished like melting snowmen.

"Cough cough... Ptooey!" Yuujin Itadori spat out the black ash in his mouth and shouted excitedly, "We're back? We're back!"

Gojo Satoru's figure appeared instantly beside everyone. He glanced at the weak Fushiguro Megumi, and then at December Sakuya standing next to Mai.

Gojo Satoru's sunglasses slipped slightly, and his "six eyes" swept over December 1st.

"You..." Gojo Satoru's tone carried a rare hint of surprise. Countless memories surged through his mind, yet remained vaguely present.

Welcome back.

"Thank you." December 1st shrugged, her tone relaxed.

Zhenyi raised her head. Although her face was covered in dirt due to extreme fatigue, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Gojo-sensei. Tsuro... is dead."

She paused, then added the last sentence.

"The King of Shadows was also... completely wiped out by him."

The streets were deathly silent.

"Clang!"

The long sword in Otsuko Yuta's hand fell to the ground.

The thick, leaden clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate at that moment.

moonlight.

The cool, long-awaited moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds onto the devastated streets of Tokyo.

"We finally won!"

Yuji Itadori looked at the sky, where there was only the moon and a dark vortex.

No one answered him.

Zhenyi simply lowered her head, tightly gripping the hand of December 1st, which possessed real warmth.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he took her hand in his own, their fingers intertwined.

He looked up at the moonlight overhead and let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, his gamble paid off; the world believed he was now merely a shadow soldier. Although his power was still suppressed, it had now been unleashed to three-fifths of its full potential.

The crisis in the Shadow Kingdom has been resolved.

But the seven real "demons" he created seem to have sensed his change.

However, that's all for the future.

At least for now.

December 1st squeezed Zhenyi's hand, a smile playing on her lips.

"Boss lady, when we get back, we need to change the flower shop's signboard."