What does it mean that the group members have given me back the light?

Bang bang bang——!!!

Wedge-shaped shuriken-like energy blasts tore through the sky, raining down like a storm. Seven's massive body darted wildly through the clouds, each leap creating a deafening sonic boom. His orange-yellow eyes flashed with a violent light, and his arms swung repeatedly, unleashing another series of deadly energy blasts.

However, Nexus's silver figure remained motionless amidst the rain of light. The energy attacks, powerful enough to flatten buildings, crashed into the transparent barrier in front of him, scattering and shattering like raindrops, without shaking the barrier in the slightest.

No matter how the red giant accelerated, changed direction, or even tried to get away from the red giant at tricky angles, the distance between the two giants was still shrinking at a visible speed. Judging from this trend, it would only take the silver giant a minute or two to catch up with the red giant.

Is this my last battle? Was it a little too easy?

Ignoring the opponent's unwilling roars like a trapped beast, Gu Nuo silently thought to himself. He even managed to spare a moment to glance at the battle on the ground.

Yoshino Junpei, who had been held hostage on the ground, was now being put down by Itadori Yuujin, who was using a horse charm to urgently treat his injuries.

Not far away, the cursed spirit with stitches all over its face was struggling to dodge and weave amidst the dense attacks of its friends. Its figure was elusive, and very few attacks hit it, but a look of disbelief still remained on its face, as if it could not understand why it had fallen into such a predicament.

In fact, the person in question was indeed completely bewildered.

It couldn't imagine that there was such a powerful yet not sinister superpower called a Stand, 'Hermit Purple', nor could it imagine that there was such a group in the world that would rush over to scatter its ashes less than five minutes after it was opened.

"Who are these people? Are they the Giants of Light's allies?"

The real creature pondered this with doubt, but it knew it no longer had the leisure to think about such things.

Aside from that silver giant, it fears no one present. Conversely, it must also escape this place before that silver giant, who is even more terrifying than Gojo Satoru, can defeat the delusional Seven.

It suddenly ducked, narrowly dodging a flaming longsword swung by a woman with dragon horns on her head. The scorching magic wrapped around the sword seemed to burn the soul, causing it to instinctively dodge.

Taking advantage of the situation, he retreated a few steps, then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out more than ten miniature modified humans hidden in his abdomen. As soon as they landed, they quickly twisted and deformed, emitting shrill cries, like monsters formed from pain, and frantically pounced on the surrounding crowd.

"Everyone be careful! These are all living humans!"

Yuji Itadori joined the melee, while Junpei Yoshino, who was behind him, had already been healed and was taken away by the high school's logistics personnel who rushed over: "They can be healed with the Horse Talisman."

"Damn it, what kind of disgusting ability is this?"

Kiana shouted angrily as she dodged a lunge from her right, then delivered a sharp spinning kick that sent another cyborg flying.

However, just as she pulled her leg back and lost her balance slightly—the real person moved.

It pounced like a ghost, precisely seizing this subtle opening, rushing forward and slapping her shoulder.

It didn't know what the so-called "horse charm" was, but its intuition told it that it had to create chaos as soon as possible.

Transforming this girl into a cyborg would be enough to instill panic and hesitation among her companions—and that would be its only chance to escape.

The moment its palm touched Kiana's shoulder, a surge of joy welled up in the real person's heart.

"Success! Transformation through non-action!"

The corners of Zhenren's mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

What a perfect moment! This girl will become its most perfect creation, a key pawn to disrupt the battle and help it escape. It has even begun to imagine the look of terror and despair on her companion's face as her body twists and contorts.

However, at the very moment its spell was activated, a cold, majestic voice, like that of a queen high above, struck its brain like a heavy hammer:

"roll!"

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Real Person Breaks Through His Defenses

In an instant, an invisible giant hammer, carrying the spiritual power to crush souls, slammed into the deepest part of the real person's consciousness.

It had never experienced anything like this before—it wasn't pain, but a more fundamental collapse; it clearly tasted... the taste of death... cold, nothingness, absolute end, like a tide that instantly overwhelmed all its senses.

All its pride, scheming, and ecstasy were washed away, leaving only the most primal, instinctive fear.

"puff--!"

There was no real attack, but the real person's body seemed to be forcibly cut open from the inside by an incomprehensible force. Countless blood arrows suddenly shot out from the stitches all over its body, instantly turning it into a miserable bloody figure, and a strong smell of blood suddenly spread.

This sudden, terrifying scene, which resembled a self-destruction, caused Itadori Yuujin and Talulah, who were charging forward from all sides, to instinctively stop in their tracks, their faces filled with astonishment and vigilance, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

Kiana, covered in blood, looked completely bewildered.

What is this...? ...No, this isn't the time to think about that...

Despite the excruciating pain that threatened to shatter their souls at any moment, the real person's survival instinct, born from the curse, still overwhelmed their fear.

It couldn't understand what was happening at all. The girl named Kiana hadn't moved at all, so why was it suffering such a terrible backlash? But thinking was a luxury; it had to find a way to escape!

Just as everyone was stunned and hesitant because of its sudden burst of blood, the real man's eyes flashed with ferocity again.

The second closest to it was the woman with dragon horns on her head and a flaming longsword in her hand.

Fueling his remaining magical power with a ferocious expression, the real man dragged his nearly broken body, like a blur, and suddenly changed direction, extending his still-bleeding arm, charging towards Talulah once again with a desperate gamble.

Talulah reacted at this moment. A cold light flashed in her gray vertical pupils, and her movements were incredibly fast. Without hesitation, she thrust out her burning longsword, which accurately pierced through the arm that the real person was reaching out to.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced through its body, the intense heat causing its blood to evaporate into puffs of blood mist. The intense pain almost made the real creature scream, but a hint of madness, as if its scheme had succeeded, appeared on its contorted face—it defied the force of being pierced and forced its nailed arm forward an inch further!

It was this tiny inch that allowed the real man's hand, pierced by the sword and bleeding profusely, to finally touch Talulah's wrist, which was holding the sword.

"Non-action transforms..."

It roared inwardly, attempting to unleash that soul-twisting spell once more.

However, before the curse power could surge forth, a cold snort slammed directly into its mind:

"Humph."

In stark contrast to her previous queenly rebuke, this cold snort seemed to come from a dark abyss, damp, slippery, and carrying a deadly chill.

In an instant, the real person felt an invisible, cold, slippery venomous snake suddenly coil around its neck, and then... tighten abruptly!

The feeling of suffocation came instantly... but it was not physical suffocation, but rather like a hanging that directly affected its very soul. A cold and vicious power was frantically eroding it, trying to drag it into eternal death and darkness.

You son of a bitch!!!

The real creature gritted its teeth and let out a mournful sob, its voice filled with twisted resentment and incredulous confusion. It suddenly pulled back its arm, which had been pierced by the longsword and was almost useless, and retreated wildly like a madman, ignoring the splattering blood and the tearing pain.

At this moment, all plans, composure, and dignity were thrown to the winds. It desperately tried to calm down, but an unprecedented sense of frustration and anger surged to its head.

It has toyed with the souls of countless people, and it has always been the one to make others despair and fear. When has it ever suffered such injustice?

Why? Why can't I touch any of them?! That giant of light who suddenly appeared is one thing, but how come these women are so strange?!

Kiana and Talulah exchanged a glance and instantly completed their team voice communication in the chat group.

"It sprayed blood all over me and made me filthy. What kind of ability does this guy have?"

'I don't know, it might be a trap. It'd be better to kill it quickly.'

'Okay, let's go!'

The burning longsword and the twin pistols bursting with flames met the attack simultaneously, while Hisahito Itadori swung his iron fist, which was imbued with terrifying power. The three of them charged toward their target like arrows released from a bow.

I must survive!

Suppressing the excruciating pain that felt like its soul was being torn apart and the overwhelming frustration it felt, it kept an eye on the battle that was about to end in the sky. A glint of extreme madness flashed in its eyes. It knew that if it didn't fight desperately and empty its coffers, it would really be stuck here forever.

It leaped backward, simultaneously opening its mouth, which split open to its ears—

"Pfft-!"

This time, what gushed out was not a dozen or so, but hundreds of miniature cyborgs with wailing expressions!

Like a burst dam, they instantly transformed into a dense, twisted, terrifying jungle, emitting a collective, chilling wail as they frantically fled in all directions.

"Hahaha!!!"

The real person laughed maniacally, his voice hoarse and full of malice:

"These people are all still alive! You seem to have a way to save them, right? Three minutes, three minutes at most! If you don't save them soon, they'll die from shock!"

It stared intently at Itadori Yuujin, who was charging at the forefront, and grinned wickedly, "Come and chase me, Sukuna's vessel! You can try to kill me first, or save them first!"

Before the words were even finished, it suddenly turned around, and in order to accelerate to the extreme, its legs twisted and deformed under the enhancement of the technique, turning into a horseshoe-shaped structure with reverse joints, trampling the ground as it desperately fled towards the street.

"asshole!"

Yuujin Itadori let out an angry roar. He glanced at Kiana and Talulah, who had to stop and frantically pull back the cyborgs who were fleeing everywhere, and then at the rapidly departing Makoto. Without the slightest hesitation, he looked at them again.

"This place is yours to handle!"

He threw the horse talisman to the two men, then exerted force with his feet, bursting forth with all his speed, and chased after the direction in which the real person had fled!

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"Shit! That kid Itajit is too reckless!"

Meanwhile, Joseph, who was guarding the sand table not far away and watching the movements of the figures representing several people, frowned deeply. He looked up and shouted at Kiritsugu Emiya, who was holding a sniper rifle nearby:

"Emiya, are you still sulking about losing to these kids in an arm wrestling match? Why aren't you firing to provide support?"

"...I won't let something like this interfere with my mission."

Kiritsugu Emiya said in a deep voice, looking up at the sky: "It's just that there's no longer any need for it."

Joseph paused, then followed Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze and looked up in the same direction.

In the sky, the red and silver giants finally stopped their chase and stood facing each other. The battered and bruised Seven seemed to be making a desperate gamble, and suddenly made an "L" shape with both hands.

Pseudo-beam beam!

A stream of scorching light, carrying terrifying heat, shot out, but Nexus's response to this powerful attack stunned both Joseph and Kiritsugu Emiya.

He raised his hand to gather all his energy, and as the light flashed, his hands also formed an L-shape. A beam of light, identical to the one in the picture, extended from the fingertips of his right hand to his elbow and shot out suddenly.

Two beams of light, almost identical in color and shape, collided violently in the air, unleashing astonishing energy and heat. Their light intertwined and shone, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

"???"

Just as Joseph and Kiritsugu Emiya were wondering if they had seen things wrong, the sky naturally changed!

The light stream released by Nexus suddenly surged, and the beam in his hand overwhelmingly engulfed the red giant's pseudo-beam ray in an instant. That pure and majestic beam of light, like the light of judgment, accurately struck the center of the opponent's chest!

"boom--!!!"

A massive explosion shook the heavens, and a blinding white light instantly engulfed the crimson body. It didn't even have time to let out a final wail before its enormous body began to disintegrate from the inside out under the extreme light and heat.

The silver giant slowly lowered his arm, looked down, and saw the direction of the real person and Hisahito Itadori, who was chasing after him.

Immediately, His body transformed into starlight and dissipated in the air.

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"...If this is your choice...then I have nothing to say..."

Back on the ground, Gu Nuo looked at the Evolution Trustee that was flashing in his hand as if bidding a final farewell, and a complex emotion of understanding yet loss welled up in his heart.

He finally let go, letting the short blade that had been his companion for so long transform into a streak of light, disappearing into the sky.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Real Person Dies (3k2)

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The intense panting burned in its throat, and the pain from the two blows to its soul still lingered. The real creature ran frantically without stopping, dragging its broken body and leaving a trail of blood that splattered on the deserted street.

However, at some point, with a muffled 'bang,' it was bounced back hard by something and staggered, almost falling over.

"This is... an account?!"

The real being instantly realized something was wrong. It immediately sensed that the constraint imposed by this enormous 'tent' was 'allowing entry but not exit, especially for individuals with powerful spells'.

When... how could it be so fast? Could it have been at the very beginning of the war? Why didn't I sense it in time?

The second characteristic of the five evils of the internet—'impatience'—was manifested on the real person's face. Under normal circumstances, it would have had plenty of time to unravel this level of 'debt', but now, with its curse power almost completely exhausted...