I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [145]

“Well, I’ll let it slide this time since you were kind enough to let me out for some fresh air,” Sukuna said nonchalantly. “Now, it looks like you’ve got something to say. Speak.”

Despite his casual demeanor, the malice radiating from Sukuna transformed the space around him into a nightmarish domain, as though it were the lair of a demon king.

“No.” Jogo shook his head slightly, a flicker of melancholy in his expression.

“We have nothing more to say,” Jogo replied, his tone carrying a quiet resignation. “Our sole purpose was to fully resurrect you.”

“You’re free to move now,” he continued, “but that’s only because Itadori Yuji’s body hasn’t adapted to consuming so many of your fingers at once. It won’t be long before he regains consciousness and suppresses you back into the depths of his mind.”

“That said,” Jogo added, “you still have a chance. Before Itadori regains control, you can force him to agree to a Binding Vow, one where you take full control of his body. Use his friends scattered across Shibuya as leverage. You’ll have plenty of ways to ensure he agrees.”

“Not necessary,” Sukuna interrupted coldly, dismissing the suggestion without hesitation. “I have my own plans.”

Jogo blinked, momentarily taken aback, before sighing. “If that’s the case, it seems we’ll have no choice but to make a last stand without you.”

“Heh…” Sukuna’s grin spread wide, his teeth bared like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Well, since you brought me so many fingers, I suppose I can grant you a small mercy,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “If you can either explain this so-called god to my satisfaction or manage to land a single hit on me, I’ll join your side. I’ll help you wipe out every human in Shinjuku—save for one. How’s that?”

“Really?” Jogo’s expression lit up with surprise and hope.

“Of course,” Sukuna replied, leaning forward slightly, his face unreadable.

“Let’s start with this so-called god. Explain.”

“Have you heard of the Heavenly Proclamation, Sukuna?” Jogo asked eagerly.

“The Heavenly Proclamation? Oh, you mean that voice that echoed in my ears recently,” Sukuna said, tilting his head thoughtfully.

“Yes, that voice,” Jogo confirmed.

Quickly, he recounted everything he had heard from Gojo Satoru, leaving no detail spared.

“Prayers to a god?” Sukuna muttered, narrowing his eyes as he mulled over the information.

So that’s why Itadori’s behavior has been so inexplicable lately. Was it because this so-called god has been interfering?

And yet, I can’t sense anything unusual on him. Does this ‘thing’ Gojo mentioned really exist?

Though… this countdown timer in the corner of my vision—visible but untouchable—has been ticking down since I woke up. Only ten minutes remain. What could it mean?

Despite these uncertainties, the King of Curses felt no irritation. Instead, a wicked excitement coursed through him.

“Hahaha! Intriguing—truly intriguing. This world, even after a thousand years, never ceases to amuse me.”

His laugh was wild and confident, the kind of audacious defiance that only came from unrivaled strength.

“Whether it’s you curses fighting for your species’ survival, that insufferable Gojo Satoru, or even this mysterious god… you’re all far more entertaining than the fools of a millennium ago.”

“Fine,” Sukuna said, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk. “You three, come at me together. I won’t kill you. If any of you can so much as touch me, I’ll call it your victory.”

“Is that your decision?”

Jogo and Mahito exchanged glances before nodding.

“Then let’s begin!”

Jogo’s shout echoed through the air as Sukuna’s figure suddenly vanished.

In an instant, he reappeared beneath Jogo, delivering an upward punch with devastating force.

Boom!

The impact sent Jogo’s body hurtling skyward like a home-run baseball, completely out of his control.

“One down,” Sukuna said calmly.

In the next moment, Mahito barely had time to transform his body, forming a thick shield in front of his chest.

But Sukuna had already seized his head in one hand and slammed it into the ground.

The collision sent shockwaves through Mahito’s entire being, shattering not just his body but reverberating through his soul.

“The soul and the body are one,” Sukuna said, his voice cold and precise. “You think that as long as your soul is intact, your body can’t die? The relationship isn’t that simple.”

Boom!

Mahito’s body smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater. Spiderweb cracks radiated outward as the earth trembled.

Pain coursed through Mahito’s soul and body alike, leaving him utterly paralyzed.

“Two down,” Sukuna murmured into Mahito’s ear.

“[Piercing Blood].”

Seizing the brief pause, Choso unleashed his most powerful attack. The supersonic blood bullet streaked toward Sukuna, moving so fast it reached him before the sound of its firing.

“Heh.”

Without even turning, Sukuna exhaled a wisp of white mist. An invisible slash cleaved the blood bullet in two. The slash continued unabated, hurtling toward Choso.

Choso prepared to leap aside, but his surroundings filled with dozens of slicing attacks, cutting off every possible escape route.

Trapped, he could do nothing but watch as the blades severed his limbs, leaving him bleeding and broken on the ground.

“Three down.”

Sukuna’s voice carried the finality of judgment.

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Jujutsu High’s Grade 1 sorcerer Kusakabe Atsuya strolled idly through the eerily empty streets of Shibuya, accompanied by the second-year student Panda.

After wandering for a while without encountering either enemies or civilians in need of rescue, Panda grew restless and turned to his teacher. “Most of the civilians on the surface have already been evacuated, haven’t they? Shouldn’t we head underground to find Gojo-sensei, Kusakabe-sensei?”

“How exactly do we even get to the fifth basement level of the Fukutoshin Line anyway?”

“Shut up about Gojo already!” Kusakabe snapped, his face contorted with irritation as he barked at Panda. “The world doesn’t revolve around him, you know!”

“There are still people out there—terrified, hiding in corners, clinging to life! If we ignore them and only focus on saving Gojo, what happens to those people if they die? Huh?”

“Wouldn’t that make us accomplices in their deaths? Do you get it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah! Got it!” Panda nodded vigorously.

Satisfied with his student’s response, Kusakabe gave a small, approving nod. “Good. Now follow me. We’ll search each building, one by one.”

I absolutely refuse to go to the fifth basement level. I’ll stall for as long as I can—I’m not ready to die yet.

A Special Grade curse powerful enough to seal Gojo Satoru, the vessel for Sukuna, and all these massive cursed energy signatures appearing and vanishing like nothing?

No thanks. Certain death isn’t my style.

“Hey! You guys are Jujutsu sorcerers, aren’t you?”

A voice suddenly called out from above. “If you agree to leave the barrier now, we might let you live.”

Kusakabe tilted his head upward to see two curse users standing on the rooftop of a nearby building, their attire strange and unfamiliar.

“Oh?”

Kusakabe unsheathed his katana in one swift motion, settling into a combat stance.

[Inryuu Iai: Evening Moon]

Guess these two must be the strongest curse users in this area. Perfect—messing with them gives me a great excuse not to head underground.

“Looks like that’s your answer,” one of the curse users remarked with a smirk.

But before he could make a move, an earth-shattering explosion erupted from behind him.

A blazing fireball descended from the sky, raising the temperature of the entire area by several degrees, despite it being October 31st.

The curse user turned in shock, staring at what appeared to be a massive, flaming meteor streaking toward the city.

“What is… this?!”

On the ground, Kusakabe sheathed his sword in a flash and grabbed Panda’s shoulder. “We’re getting out of here! Now!”

“Wait, you’re not going anywhere!” the curse user on the roof shouted.

Kusakabe cast him a scornful glance, shrugging nonchalantly. “Do you even get what’s happening? This is a battle between Special Grade sorcerers and curses. What do small fry like us have to do with it? Standing here is just asking to get crushed like ants under elephants’ feet. We wouldn’t even know how we died.”

“Still trying to run?”

The ominous voice came from right beside him.

A cold, indifferent hand landed on Kusakabe’s shoulder, freezing him in place.

The overwhelming pressure of cursed energy swept over the area, drowning it in a sea of malice so intense it could drive anyone to their knees.

Kusakabe’s peripheral vision caught sight of the figure beside him. Sweat drenched his face, while Panda’s jaw dropped so wide it could probably fit an entire apple.

Itadori Yuji? No… that presence… It’s definitely Sukuna.

“Don’t run,” Sukuna murmured, his tone light but mocking, his lips curling into a faint smile as if he found the entire situation amusing.

“From now on, no one here is allowed to move until I say so. Disobey me, and you die.”

The sheer malice in Sukuna’s words paralyzed everyone present—Kusakabe, Panda, and the curse users above—all rendered motionless by the weight of his command.

“Still not enough…” Sukuna’s voice was almost a whisper, his head lowered as he chuckled to himself.

“Not yet ready…”

Above, the flaming meteor continued its descent. The searing heat it radiated had already turned the air into a sweltering summer haze. The nearby buildings began to melt as the blazing rock approached.

“Still not enough!” Sukuna laughed, his grin widening as if relishing the impending chaos.

Finally, the meteor reached its target zone, colliding with the tallest structure nearby. The building disintegrated instantly, its remains scattering as molten rubble.

“Now you can move.”

With a casual snap of his fingers, Sukuna released his hold over everyone.

Kusakabe wasted no time, dashing madly to the side just as the meteor impacted.

BOOM!

The explosion rocked the entire area. A chain reaction of collapsing skyscrapers and crumbling concrete sent shockwaves through Shibuya, leaving the cityscape in ruins.

“Hah… there’s no way even Sukuna could survive that unscathed,” Jogo muttered, standing atop the meteor as he panted from exertion. Even for him, summoning such destructive power had been no small feat.

“Except…”

Sukuna’s voice cut through the air as his figure appeared crouched on the meteor’s surface, completely unharmed. A devilish grin adorned his face, his body pristine without a scratch.

“...you’d have to hit me first.”

Jogo’s expression twisted in disbelief.

“Well,” Sukuna said, stretching his arms as though limbering up, “since you worked so hard, I suppose I’ll indulge you—by beating you with your own specialty.”

Sukuna extended his hands, spinning them slightly as a flickering flame ignited in his palms. He opened his mouth to add another taunt but abruptly froze, his expression shifting.

His gaze darted to the countdown timer in his peripheral vision—the one he’d been tracking since his emergence.

It had finally reached its conclusion.

[00:00:01]
[00:00:00]

“Oh?”

Intrigued, Sukuna halted his actions and glanced skyward.

Something was coming.

Is this the so-called god Gojo pinned his hopes on?

Interesting. Let’s see what this “god” really is.

Beside him, Jogo noticed the strange shifts in the atmosphere. The air itself seemed to hum, trembling with anticipation.

The earth quaked.

The sky cracked like shattered glass, fragments of the void raining down. In their place, a massive, pitch-black gate formed in the heavens.

Creeeaaak…

The gate slowly swung open.

Two golden, slit-pupiled eyes emerged from the darkness, surveying the world below.

And then, a voice resonated—not through the air, but directly within the minds of every sorcerer and curse in Tokyo.

[Yuji Itadori.]
[I.]
[Have answered your call.]

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T/N: god i am assuming the position, also i hope choso lives :((

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