I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [147]

Beneath the moonlight, the [Prison Realm]—the cursed object sealing Gojo Satoru—was now fully exposed.

With a slight wave of his hand, Zhongli effortlessly lifted the [Prison Realm], which had been anchored to the ground by immense cursed energy, as though it were weightless.

Suguru Geto, the monk, could only watch in stunned silence. His worldview—crafted through years of mastering curses—shattered before his eyes. He didn’t even attempt to stop Zhongli.

Click.

The black cube floated gently into Zhongli’s hand.

With a quiet intensity, Zhongli examined it, his pale-gold eyes glinting in the light.

“Yes, Gojo Satoru is indeed within.”

He gripped the cube lightly, preparing to crush it.

At that moment, Geto finally moved. With a battle stance, he summoned a powerful curse from his reserves—a grotesque, otherworldly creature.

Zhongli glanced at the monk and his summoned monstrosity.

That single glance released a tidal wave of pressure that slammed Geto to the ground, forcing him into a prostrate position.

The summoned curse, unable to withstand the weight of Zhongli’s presence, disintegrated into ash and vanished.

“Damn it… damn it all!” Geto growled, his body trembling as he struggled futilely against the crushing force.

“Now, to break the [Prison Realm].”

Zhongli raised his right hand, squeezing gently.

Crack… crack…

The [Prison Realm] shattered effortlessly in his grasp.

The moment the seal was broken, Gojo Satoru leaped free from the black cube.

“Wow, Zhongli-san! It’s been a while,” Gojo said with a cheerful wave, seemingly unaffected by his time in confinement. His pristine attire and confident demeanor were entirely intact.

“Hmm,” Zhongli acknowledged him with a small nod, sparing no further words as he continued to address Itadori Yuji’s wish.

“Second,” he said, his voice steady and authoritative, “eliminate all curses within this area.”

“Clarification: this area encompasses the Shibuya district of Tokyo and its immediate surroundings.”

Zhongli ascended once more, walking calmly into the air as if it were solid ground, his gaze sweeping over the entirety of Shibuya.

He raised his hand, as though to encompass the heavens and earth in his palm.

A faint golden cube materialized in his grasp.

His voice, resonant and commanding, spread across the sky.

“Condense.”

In the next instant, countless golden cages erupted from the ground, encasing every curse and curse user within Shibuya—excluding Jogo, Mahito, and Sukuna.

Golden particles began to emanate from the ground, suffusing the air and bathing Shibuya in a radiant, otherworldly light.

“This is…” Gojo Satoru gaped in awe, his mouth curving into an amused smile. “So this is the power of a god.”

Whoosh!

The golden particles condensed, drawing Shibuya into a dreamlike state.

The golden cages, numbering in the thousands, shimmered as they shrank. The curses and curse users trapped within them were helpless against the phenomenon.

Crack… crack…

The sound of the cages collapsing filled the silent void, reverberating like a heartbeat.

No screams, no bloodshed, no violence—only the quiet disintegration of cursed energy.

Crack.

The final cage shrank to its limit and shattered into nothingness.

Sukuna, Jogo, and Mahito watched in stunned silence. Even the King of Curses momentarily lost his composure.

The curses were gone.

Zhongli descended gracefully to the ground, stopping before Sukuna.

The King of Curses smirked defiantly, his lips curling as he struggled to move. Despite the immense pressure from Zhongli’s presence, he forced his arm to form a cursed technique hand seal.

“[Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine]!” Sukuna roared.

From the void, skeletal structures and cursed energy surged forth, forming a domain filled with lethal, slicing blades.

But within three seconds, everything vanished.

The cursed energy dissipated as though time had reversed. Sukuna felt his connection to cursed energy severed entirely, as though his very essence rebelled against him.

“What…?” His expression darkened.

Unfazed, Zhongli stepped forward and extended a single finger toward Sukuna’s forehead.

“Curse: Sukuna.”

With a light tap, Sukuna felt his entire being lift as though he were weightless.

In the next moment, he saw Itadori Yuji’s body standing nearby.

Realization struck like a hammer.

I’ve been separated from Itadori’s body…?

A split second later, Zhongli’s finger pointed at him again.

Sukuna’s vision plunged into darkness.

“Wow…”

Apart from Gojo Satoru, none of the sorcerers present understood what had just transpired.

But they saw the immediate result—Itadori Yuji’s body was free of Sukuna’s markings, and the oppressive cursed energy that had radiated from him was gone.

Zhongli turned to Jogo, who remained kneeling.

“Curse of the Earth: Jogo.”

Jogo trembled as the god approached. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

“Before I vanish… may I ask you one question?” Jogo’s voice quivered with fear and reverence.

“Speak,” Zhongli said, pausing briefly.

Jogo lifted his gaze to the god who had created Mother, the embodiment of earth and stone. His voice trembled as he asked:

“Why… do you favor humanity so much?”

Zhongli replied without hesitation.

“It is not favoritism. It is the demand of order and faith.”

Jogo’s head bowed in silence.

But Zhongli added, “Fifty years from now, this world will still have earth, seas, forests… and spirits.

“You and your kind will find a place among them.

“But no longer as curses. Nor will you retain your current memories.”

Zhongli’s golden eyes softened slightly.

“Perhaps your new name will be elves, and you will exist eternally alongside humanity.”

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T/N: wow

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