I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

After doing all this, Zhongli's fingers returned to normal in an instant.

His face, however, appeared somewhat pale than usual.

"It's time to go."

He let out a soft sigh.

His figure suddenly rose taller.

Upward, upward, and ever upward.

From the unknowable, limitless depths, we entered the silt and sand of the river of time.

Upward, upward, and ever upward.

With a leap, He transformed once more into the seven-headed crowned dragon and returned to the river of time.

"Thus, we only need to wait for the passage of time."

On a time when no one knows, I have spoken these knowable words.

Zhongli's fourteen pairs of pupils slowly closed.

Then, it slowly opened its eyes again.

Before him stood Hisahito Itadori, still examining his fingers, and Satoru Gojo, whose expression was somewhat strange.

The tall young man with pale pupils looked at Zhongli, who had opened his eyes, with a conflicted expression.

"Mr. Zhongli, what have you done??"

“Hmm…” Zhongli nodded and pondered for a few seconds: “It’s really hard to explain in words. You just need to understand it as me slightly modifying the underlying program of the world.”

His eyes were calm, devoid of any emotion.

It's as if the fairest deity is reaffirming the trajectory of fate.

Then, a voice appeared in the minds of Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuujin.

I hereby declare.

From this day forward, over five decades, all spells and curses in this world will gradually disappear.

[First, during the first decade, the curse of the dead will not be resurrected.]

[Then comes the second decade, during which the power of human sorcerers will gradually diminish.]

[This is the third decade; humanity's evil thoughts will remain just that—evil thoughts—and will not give rise to new curses.]

Then came the fourth decade, and no new sorcerers were born.

Finally, in the fifth decade, the only curse, called Earth, will appear, urging humanity to leave Mother Earth's embrace.

The voice carried an inexplicable sense of trust.

As soon as you hear it, you feel that what He says is absolutely something that will happen in reality.

Both Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuujin stared wide-eyed at the deity before them.

"Hey, hey. What you said just now wasn't a joke, right?" Gojo Satoru's voice carried an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.

“This is a declaration on this planet, and there is no falsehood in it,” Zhongli sighed softly.

"In other words..." Gojo Satoru felt his mouth was a little dry, so he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his parched lips.

"All the curses in the world—no, I should say all the beings on this planet, and all those with cursed power, heard my declaration just now," Zhongli said slowly.

"Hey Hey hey."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, a deep smile playing on his lips.

"This is no joke. The whole world is about to get really lively."

"If we take Mr. Zhongli's declaration as a premise, I can imagine how excited those curses and the corrupt higher-ups of the sorcerers must be."

"hehe."

Gojo Satoru's eyes gradually sharpened.

"It's starting to get more and more interesting."

Chapter Fifteen: God guides the world toward the future using five decades as a timeline.

On a deserted island.

Many curses are coming together.

A tall, slick-haired monk with a cross emblem around his forehead was lying on a beach chair, gazing at the ocean in the distance.

He spoke with a light smile.

"There's only one way for us to win." He looked at the several [Cursed] before him and held up two fingers.

"First, we need to contain Gojo Satoru. As long as he's around, no matter how hard we try, we can't succeed."

"As the strongest sorcerer in the world, he could defeat all of you by himself. Only by limiting him do you have a 50% chance of defeating the sorcerer."

"Secondly, there's Itadori Yuujin. If we can revive Ryoumen Sukuna within him and bring him to our side, then we'll have a 100% chance of winning."

"Even if you all die, as long as these two goals are achieved, humanity will surely perish."

"Heh, interesting." The one with the volcano head curse exclaimed excitedly, about to say something more.

But then he suddenly froze.

Not only him, but everyone in front of him—the curse of humanity, the curse of the sea, the curse of the forest—all stopped moving.

The same was true of that monk who looked extremely sinister.

Several minutes later, their complexions returned to normal.

The monk Xia Youjie's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, his lips curling into a look that was hard to decipher—whether it was a smile, astonishment, surprise, or a combination of all three.

"What was that just now?" [The Curse of Man] The real man stretched out his long, deformed tongue and licked his lips.

"You all know what I'm talking about without me having to explain it in detail, right?"

"Of course I know." Louhu, from [The Curse of the Earth], looked bewildered, with a hint of disbelief and a hint of longing: "But I have a feeling that what that voice said is true, it is certain. This is the inevitable destiny, the course of history."

"However, I understand everything that voice said, but what exactly is that last phrase, 'The Curse of Earth'? And why do I feel a strange sense of familiarity with that voice? Do any of you feel the same?"

Louhu's eyes swept over the several non-humans around him.

"Of course there is." The real person's expression held a strange undertone, a feeling akin to longing: "[The Curse of Earth...]"

"%$%＆*(^%*()*)"

[The Curse of the Forest] Hanami spoke his thoughts. His voice was strange, shrill and completely incomprehensible, yet the content of his words could be heard in one's mind.

That is our mother.

"what?"

All the curses looked up at it.

Hua Yu continued speaking, uttering a long sentence he hadn't spoken in a long time: "It is a mother, a mother called the planet. She is about to be born, our mother is about to be born."

"Gathering the power of all our curses, gathering the power of all the spirits, Mother will be born from this earth."

"What do you mean?" Monk Xia Youjie asked menacingly.

"This is what I heard. From the forest, from the earth." Hana looked around, her voice still noisy and grating, but the meaning was clearly conveyed to the hearts of all the cursed beings: "Fifth of today. Our mother will be born from the earth. And then lead all the creatures born on this planet to the frontiers of the universe."

"I heard humans?" Monk Xia Youjie whispered a reminder.

“That’s not important.” Hua Yu squinted. “Mother will lead most of the intelligent races on this planet into the universe. Whether they are humans or our curses, to Mother they are all her offspring.”

"so...."

"Therefore, we need to execute our plan even faster." Louhu said with a happy expression.

Its expression became visibly excited, and scorching flames appeared out of thin air around its body, beginning to ignite the air.

"Fifty years from now, on the wilderness, I look forward to my mother leading us into the universe to explore the unknown."

"Hmm." Apart from the monk Xia Youjie, all the others nodded with joy on their faces.

...

"So...."

Looking at Itadori Yuujin, who was still somewhat confused about the situation, Zhongli turned to Gojo Satoru.

"I have largely resolved your request to fundamentally address the current state of curses and sorcerers. The rest is up to time to work its magic."

"However, since I have gained some additional benefits in the process of resolving this situation, I can give you some compensation in accordance with the principle of fairness in contracts."

"What are your needs? Five insights."

“Hmm…” Gojo Satoru crossed his arms, thought for a moment, and then smiled nonchalantly: “That’s not necessary. Right now, my mind is full of thoughts about how to deal with those corrupt higher-ups of curses and sorcerers, but I can’t think of any meaningful requests.”

"How about this, I'll write it down first, and then next time when Hadana breaks her finger and calls for you, I'll tell her my request, okay?"

“Yes.” Zhongli nodded slightly. “From a generally rational point of view, I would not refuse.”

“Well then, this matter is settled.” Zhongli’s gaze swept over Itadori Yuujin, and he nodded slightly to him again: “I must take my leave now.”

The thought crossed his mind, and the chat group interface appeared instantly.

The quest issued by Hisahito Itadori emanated a faint, pale golden glow.

The next moment.

As if in response to his gaze.

Lines of chat group text refreshed in front of him.

The high-level quest from Ryomen Sukuna has been completed.

[Chat group user "Future Promising True Lord" has received 5000 points.]

[The Promising Future True Lord has completed the temporary task: Correct the current chaos level of the sorcery world (current chaos level 52% / current order level 48%). It is projected that within five decades, the world's chaos level will decrease by 7% and its order level will increase by 7%, meeting the requirements. After five decades, the player will receive one chat group invitation.]

[The Promising Future True Lord has completed the temporary task: Correct the current indolence level of the sorcery world (current indolence 51%/current faith 49%). It is projected that within five decades, the world's indolence will decrease by 10% and faith will increase by 10%, meeting the requirements. Players will currently receive one chat group invitation and will receive a second chat group invitation after the fifth decade.]

"Um???"