Heaven has bound me to weakness? I angrily unleash the Eight Gates!

All he could think of right now was, "This is no place for a human being."

Having said that, he unleashed his full magical power, and Gojo Satoru's figure vanished from the spot.

This sealed experience will be something he will never forget for the rest of his life.

The prison gates are so narrow that most people wouldn't last long inside.

Losing all sense of time, sleeping amidst a pile of skulls, not knowing how long I'd be lying there—that feeling was worse than death.

If he hadn't trusted the students he had personally trained, he might have actually committed suicide inside.

Standing on the sea, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and breathing in the fresh air, Gojo Satoru felt more relaxed than ever before.

"This is the kind of place a human being should live in."

After a brief moment of reflection, he began to synthesize the information he had gathered.

The most important thing right now is to find the guy who has taken over his best friend's body and find a way to take back his best friend's body.

"By the way, what's the date now...?"

Chapter 133 A High-Stakes Gamble Before the Final Battle

The sounds of fighting came from the training room of the vocational college.

Itadori and Hikari are currently sparring.

Kusakabe threw Itady with an over-the-shoulder throw, then put his hands in his pockets, calmly looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"We won't be able to help you in the upcoming battle, so why are you still training so hard?"

During this period, Itajō sought Kusakabe's help almost every day to spar with him and improve his strength.

Upon hearing this, Itachi turned around and lay down on the floor, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke up, "It's always good to be stronger, in case I can be of any help."

Although they had many experts on their side, Su Nuo still dared to accept the challenge under these circumstances, because he always felt there was something wrong.

But I can't quite put my finger on what the problem is. Since I can't figure it out, I might as well keep improving my skills.

As long as you are strong enough, all changes will seem insignificant.

"Yujin, don't overwork yourself, your younger brothers will worry about you."

Zhang Xiang opened his mouth, saying that he had been by Hu Zhang's side every step of the way during this time, saying that his younger brothers would worry, but in reality, he was the one who was worried.

"Don't worry, I'm not the only one like this. Fushiguro and Kugizaki are both training hard."

Haddō responded with a smile.

They are all accumulating strength, just to continuously increase their chances of winning.

Of course, not everyone is like that.

"Miss Mingming, may I place a bet?"

Zenjiro and Tsukumo Yuki found Mingming, who was looking at the computer with an excited expression, and asked her with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mingming raised her head and flicked her hair. "Of course, Zen Master, how much are you planning to bet?"

Now that the curse spirits have become known throughout the country, the gambling world of curses, which was originally a gray industry, has also ushered in a golden age.

As an expert in this field, Mingming has earned five billion just by charging online registration fees.

"Let's go all in and bet on the Sorcerer faction to win."

Zenji Jinsuke tossed down a card containing what he'd obtained from robbing high-ranking officials. It wasn't much, so he decided to gamble a little and earn some extra cash.

"Teacher of the Zen Academy, we need to designate someone, since everyone's camp is the one that wins against the Spellcaster."

A voice from the depths of my being gave me a reminder.

The internet has not only released information about cursed spirits, but also about sorcerers.

For this final battle, Mingming also posted Su Nuo's information, as well as brief information about the sorcerers from the high school who chose to participate.

For example, the information about Gojo Satoru is that he is a top-level sorcerer and the strongest sorcerer of the contemporary era!

In addition, there is information about Yi Gu, Jiu Jiu You Ji, Lu Zi Yun Yi, Wan, Hu Zhang, Hui, etc.

Below each character is the amount wagered by the participants in this gamble.

Because there were so many sorcerers on the side, almost no one bet on Sukuna to win. Of course, almost no one does not mean there were none; there were still a few gamblers who wanted to win big.

Many people also choose to open multiple accounts and bet on different people.

"Then I'll just put pressure on myself."

Zenjiro looked at his information and saw that he was still a Special Level 1 Sorcerer, and immediately laughed.

Very few people believed that Su Nuo would die at his hands, which resulted in him having only a few hundred thousand in funds.

The highest bet currently belongs to Gojo Satoru, who has bet over 10 billion yen that Sukuna will die at his hands. Keep in mind that there are still two weeks until the final battle, and a long time before betting stops.

Besides Gojo Satoru, the combined amounts from Otsukoshi, Tsukumo Yuki, Shiro Ichi, and Wan also exceeded 10 billion.

After all, the terms "special-grade mage" and "ancient mage" always evoke the perspective of powerful figures.

As for first-level sorcerers below the special level, they are quite common, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions, with the highest being no more than tens of millions, and none even exceeding one hundred million.

"Teacher of the Zen Temple, are you sure you want to put all your eggs in one basket? I know you are very strong, but I still have to remind you that Sukuna's death at the hands of any of you is a difficult event to control."

He entered the bank card number that Zenji Jinsuke had given him, saw that there were more than 10 billion yen in it, and decided to remind the other party.

After all, in a battleground filled with many skilled players, getting kills is really difficult, and one mistake could mean defeat.

"Having stolen so many heads over the years, I'm very experienced, and Su Nuo is no pushover either. Maybe even with all of us combined, we won't be able to kill him."

The monk waved his hand dismissively.

If Su Nuo dies, he is absolutely confident that he can seize the final blow. If Su Nuo really mutates to the point of being invincible, then keeping this money is probably useless.

As the mysterious force poured in all 10 billion, the amount below Zenji Jinsuke's account instantly skyrocketed, causing those betting elsewhere to think they were seeing things.

Whose general is so brave that he would bet so much money on a special level one mage? Does he think the word "special" really means that the person is special?

Many influential figures who knew about sorcerers had begun to laugh at this sucker for wasting so much money.

"I'll also bet 10 billion."

Gojo Satoru appeared to the side, tossing a card to Mingming, "Remember to bet it all on me."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru glanced at Zenji Jinsuke and said, "Thank you for the summer oil."

Hearing Gojo Satoru being so polite, Zenji Jinsuke gave him a strange look. "You can say thank you? Has the prison gate worn down your edges?"

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru's lips twitched slightly. He was already annoyed by the name Gokumon Sō, and sure enough, this guy was as annoying as ever.

However, in just a moment, Gojo Satoru regained his original expression. "Maybe, that might really be the reason. It's a pity that the Prison Gate is destroyed, otherwise you could go in and experience it too."

He has also figured out what happened after he was sealed away in the past few days.

If it weren't for this annoying guy, the college might not be as lively as it is now.

Although he hates him, he has to admit that having this guy around makes his life a lot easier.

"I'm not that bored. But you, betting 10 billion, as expected of the head of the Gojo family, you're really extravagant. It's a pity that all that money is going to go down the drain."

Zenji Jinsuke shook his head and left with Tsukumo Yuki, leaving Gojo Satoru standing there with a smile on his lips.

"It's not certain whose money will go down the drain."

Having said that, Gojo Satoru bid farewell to the Dark Realm.

Watching the two bet 10 billion each on their own victory, Mingming sighed, "Two big spenders."

As they spoke, they silently swiped through their accounts, pondered for a moment, and then each transferred 5 billion yen to the places where Zenji Jinsuke and Gojo Satoru had placed their bets.

Since both of them are so confident, she'll give it a try and see who can make her money.

The final prize distribution will involve clearing all prize pools except for those of the winners, and distributing all prize money to the winners' betting accounts according to their betting ratios.

In short, if Sukuna dies at the hands of Zenin Jinsuke, the bets placed on Zenin Jinsuke will be returned to the original bettors, while all bets placed on other people will be distributed to the bettors who placed bets on Zenin Jinsuke.

It's safe to say that anyone who correctly bets on the final winner will almost always make a fortune.

Chapter 134 Meeting Gift

"Are exorcising curse spirits really that profitable?"

When Tsukumo Yukimi Zen-in Jinsuke bet 10 billion yen on him in one go, he suddenly regretted not having made any money over the years.

As a top-tier mage, even if she only takes on one mission a year, she shouldn't be this poor, right?

"It's alright. Most of those 10 billion was stolen from the higher-ups. Didn't Gosho kill those old guys from the higher-ups when he came back a few days ago? I went and stole some money."

Zenji Jinsuke said calmly.

He could have taken more, but Gojo Satoru felt that the remaining money should be used to cultivate new talent, and not all of it should go into his personal pocket.

He didn't care about this, since 10 billion was already enough, and it might double after this.

"No wonder we haven't seen those old fogies showing off their power lately; they've all been killed by you guys?"

Tsukumo Yuki looked somewhat surprised.

She had long been unhappy with the higher-ups in the sorcery world, and it was good that they were eliminated. Now, the new generation of students at the college had the ability to stand on their own and could completely replace these higher-ups, bringing about change to the sorcery world.

“It was Gojo Gosho who killed him; I didn’t lift a finger,” Zenin Jinsuke emphasized.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I'm dead."

Time passed slowly in a solemn atmosphere.

Finally, the day of the decisive battle arrived. Everyone rushed to Shinjuku. Those who were supposed to fight participated in the battle, those who were supposed to engage in group fights engaged in group fights, and those who were supposed to broadcast live were broadcasting live. No one was left out.

"Why are you here? You're not here to help, are you?"

Maki frowned as she watched Naokito Zenin arrive in Shinjuku with several key members of the Zenin family.

How could the Zen temple suddenly be so kind as to help in such a situation? Shouldn't they just sit back and wait for the high school and the sora to be both severely injured, and then reap the benefits from it?

"What? We can't even come to the site to take a look? We need to report to you?"

Zenji Naoya glanced at Maki and retorted.

He came here naturally to see how his older brother, Jinsuke, overpowered Gojo Satoru and beat up Sukuna.

For this reason, he even staked all of his savings of one billion yen accumulated over the years on Zenji Jinsuke a couple of days ago.

The reason why Zenji Naoki came was simple: he just wanted to see how strong Ei had become.

As for Zen Temple Fan and Zen Temple Shenyi, they were just there to make up the numbers. Seeing that the head of the family had come, they decided to join in the fun.

Maki turned her head away, no longer paying attention to them.

No matter how arrogant these guys are at the Zen temple, they have to keep a low profile here.

After all, there are several top-tier sorcerers here.

Just then, an extremely evil aura enveloped the entire Shinjuku, clashing unabashedly against the souls of all the sorcerers.

Everyone's expression changed instantly. This level of power far surpassed Sukuna's performance in Shibuya.

"Is this Sukuna in his prime...?"

Sensing this terrifying aura, everyone's expressions gradually became serious, as if Su Nuo's strength was somewhat beyond their imagination.

"Now, it's about time to begin the battle against Sukuna."

Gojo Satoru's voice rang out.

"That's a really unpleasant atmosphere."

Although Gojo Satoru was also surprised by Sukuna's current aura, which was slightly different from what he had expected, he did not seem too worried.

After all, he wasn't the only one on their side who could step forward this time.

"To be able to challenge an opponent of this caliber even once in my lifetime, I have no regrets!"

Lu Ziyun was filled with excitement. Sensing Su Nuo's aura, he knew he couldn't defeat him. But as a martial arts fanatic, he felt it was worth dying to fight such an opponent!

"It shouldn't be..."