I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [144]

"Please help me!"

The voice of Itadori Yuji’s desperate plea resonated through the finger’s connection, traversing countless dimensions and spaces until it reached the ears of Zhongli in Teyvat.

The seven-headed dragon adorned with a crown stirred, its massive body rippling as fourteen gleaming eyes turned, focusing on the direction of the cursed energy in the Jujutsu world.

After calculating its trajectory and the time needed to traverse the realms, a response echoed back.

[00:30:00]
[Countdown begins.]

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Shibuya Subway, Underground Level Five

The curses had vanished completely. The civilians, surrounded by blood and corpses, had finally stopped screaming. Instead, they huddled in corners, trembling in silence as they watched the seated monk, Suguru Geto, with terror.

Before Geto, the [Prison Realm] continued to emit waves of unrelenting cursed energy, anchoring it firmly to the ground. The object remained immovable.

“Gojo Satoru truly is a terrifying monster.”

Geto’s expression carried a hint of both amusement and exasperation as he observed the seal before him, sighing softly.

Inside the Prison Realm, Gojo Satoru was deep in thought.

I can delay the sealing process for about twenty more minutes before the Prison Realm fully neutralizes my cursed energy and renders me unconscious.

That should be enough. My earlier words should redirect the curses’ focus toward Yuji instead of them thinking about escaping here.

But they don’t know… the ability Yuji has is a divine pact unique to him. It can’t be taken by anyone else.

And judging by the timing, Yuji should have already crushed the finger and called Zhongli to his aid.

Everything is set. All I have to do now is wait.

[00:30:00]

On the rooftop of the building, Yuji heard a voice echo in his mind.

A translucent countdown timer appeared in the corner of his vision, resembling the interface of the multiverse chat group he hadn’t used in a while.

Yuji suddenly remembered: he hadn’t actively participated in the group for some time. Lately, he had only logged in to collect daily rewards before immediately closing the system.

After all, his real-world life was exhausting—training, exorcising curses, hanging out with friends… It was no wonder he often forgot about the chat group.

He dismissed the thought within seconds, his mind refocusing on the task at hand.

Step one: Hold out for thirty minutes until Zhongli arrives.

Step two: Rescue Gojo-sensei by first breaking the barrier preventing sorcerers from entering the inner layers.

Having finalized his priorities, Yuji leaped down from the rooftop, sprinting toward the barrier.

Before he could close the distance, a suffocating sensation—like a knife pressed to his throat—swept over him. The source of this murderous aura was quickly approaching from within the barrier.

“Huh?”

Yuji stopped abruptly and rolled to the ground, narrowly dodging an incoming attack.

Before his eyes, the pitch-black barrier shimmered and vanished. In its place, dozens of crimson arrows hurtled toward him at blinding speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The arrows struck where Yuji had stood moments ago, producing muffled impacts. While the sounds weren’t particularly loud, the attacks left deep, narrow holes in the solid ground.

Small area of effect, but the piercing power is insane. I can’t block it; I’ll have to dodge.

Yuji analyzed the situation instantly. Twisting his body mid-roll, he planted a foot on the ground with enough force to create a spiderweb of cracks beneath him. The recoil propelled him forward, maximizing his speed.

His target: the curse user who had appeared where the barrier once stood. Yuji swung a fist at him, the punch so fast it created a sonic boom that rippled through the air.

“[Piercing Blood]!”

The curse user calmly took a step back, clasping his hands together in response.

Boom!

A compressed bullet of blood, faster than sound, erupted from between the curse user’s palms, hurtling toward Yuji’s chest.

I’ll die if this hits!

Yuji’s instincts screamed. He halted his punch midway, crossing his arms in front of him despite the searing pain of strained muscles.

Clink!

A dull sound echoed as the blood bullet impacted his forearms, sending waves of pain up his body.

It hurts.

The thought barely registered before he dropped to the ground, evading a second blood bullet aimed at his head.

“You’re Itadori Yuji?” the curse user asked, maintaining his stance but refraining from launching another attack.

Finally having a moment to breathe, Yuji studied his opponent.

The man wore the garb of a traditional sorcerer, the intricate robes loose but somehow imposing. A black band—something between a scarf and a binding—encircled his neck. His face bore the marks of age, yet his features were sharp and defined.

He didn’t seem like a curse but rather a human driven by some intense purpose.

“That’s me.”

Without giving the curse user a chance to react, Yuji darted toward a nearby building.

His attacks are not only fast but also have significant range. Fighting him in the open is suicide.

The countdown still has twenty minutes. Zhongli will arrive at my current location. I need to get to the fifth underground level and find Gojo-sensei. That’s the only way Zhongli can deal with all the curses in one move.

I just need to stall for time, escape when I can, and then—

Crack!

His thoughts were interrupted as searing pain shot through his arm. Blood spurted from the shredded flesh. Despite his attempt to evade, he couldn’t fully dodge the attack.

Worse, the curse user now unleashed a barrage of crimson bullets, precisely blocking every path Yuji could take.

Whether he advanced or stayed still, the outcome would be the same: he’d be riddled with holes.

Damn it. I can’t keep this up.

Itadori Yuji quickly stepped back, his eyes locked onto the enemy before him.

"You can’t run," Choso said coldly, his face pale but his expression calm, though anger simmered beneath the surface. "Tell me, Yuji Itadori—what were my brothers’ last words before they died?"

“Brothers?” Yuji blinked, caught off guard, but realization struck a moment later.

The cursed user must be referring to the two he had killed: Eso and Kechizu of the Death Paintings.

Lowering his gaze slightly, Yuji said in a somber tone, "He cried."

The simple, piercing words left Choso momentarily stunned.

Then, his voice dropped into an ominous calm as he stared at Yuji, speaking each word with deliberate weight. "You’re going to die here today, Yuji Itadori."

“[Piercing Blood].”

Scarlet bullets of compressed blood shot forth from Choso’s hands at supersonic speed, reaching Yuji in an instant.

Fixing his eyes on Choso’s fingers, Yuji bent his body sharply, dodging the projectiles by a hair’s breadth. Using the momentum of his forward motion, he closed the distance between them in a few swift strides.

Long-range attacks are his strength. Then I just need to get up close!

The gap of several dozen meters vanished in less than three seconds as Yuji reached Choso. As he threw a punch, cursed energy surged into his foot, delivering a low kick aimed at Choso’s ankle.

"Heh."

Choso smirked, adjusting his stance with calm precision.

Even as Yuji’s punch landed on his face, shattering his cheekbone, and the kick destroyed his thigh, Choso stood firm. Blood dripped from his wounds, but his hands maintained their poised position.

From his palms, the blood that had been forming into arrows suddenly fragmented into dozens of tiny spheres.

“[Supernova].”

The spheres scattered like shotgun pellets, targeting Yuji’s vital organs with deadly precision.

The instant he saw the blood beads, Yuji’s instincts screamed.

I’ll die. I’ll definitely die!

If even one of these hits my heart or head, I’m finished!

But no matter how desperately he tried to move, his body couldn’t keep up. His strength was depleted after his punch and kick, leaving him unable to dodge in time.

“Damn it, Choso! What the hell are you doing?!”

A furious voice suddenly rang out.

Simultaneously, a massive pillar of flames erupted from beneath Yuji, consuming the incoming blood beads in an instant.

Whoosh!

The scarlet spheres evaporated, leaving the air heavy with heat.

"Itadori Yuji must live," said a deep, commanding voice.

A hulking curse emerged from the shadows, standing beside Choso. Though its stature wasn’t towering, its presence was overwhelming. One hand rested on Choso’s chest, faint embers flickering from its palm.

“Jogo!” Choso snarled, glaring at the curse.

“If you’re so eager to die, I don’t mind killing you here,” Jogo snapped back, his fiery eyes blazing.

"Tch," Choso growled but reluctantly lowered his hands.

“Good.” Jogo withdrew his arm and turned his gaze to Yuji, who stood not far away, his entire body tense.

“Looks like we’re just in time,” Jogo remarked.

Yuji stiffened, recognizing the volcanic-headed curse. He knew Jogo’s terrifying strength all too well. Even with his current abilities, defeating this curse was impossible.

"Hey, Itadori. Long time no see."

The familiar voice behind him made his heart sink.

Spinning around, Yuji saw the curse he despised most—his teeth clenched as rage boiled to the surface.

“Mahito!”

“It’s me,” Mahito replied cheerfully, clapping Yuji on the shoulder with a bright, almost friendly grin. “Unfortunately, I won’t get to enjoy a one-on-one fight with you today.”

The next moment, waves of cursed energy from multiple directions converged on Yuji.

He managed to block Jogo’s punch from the front, but he couldn’t stop Mahito’s fist from slamming into the back of his head.

Boom!

A deafening sound echoed in Yuji’s ears as his brain throbbed violently. His vision blurred, swaying uncontrollably.

The direct blow to his head was devastating—his body crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

“What now?”

Mahito flexed his hand, staring at Yuji’s collapsed form with a bored expression.

Jogo stepped forward, pulling out a rolled cloth from his robes. Unfolding it with a flick, he revealed a collection of Sukuna’s fingers.

"Itadori Yuji is the perfect vessel for Sukuna’s fingers. His body can completely suppress Sukuna’s power. Even if he ingests all twenty fingers, he can contain it."

"But if we force him to consume multiple fingers while he’s unconscious, even he won’t be able to suppress the King of Curses. Sukuna will take over his body."

Jogo grabbed Yuji’s jaw, prying his mouth open, and stuffed the fingers inside one by one.

When the last finger was forced in, Jogo turned to Mahito. “Check for any abnormalities in his body. We need to find the ‘thing’ Gojo mentioned—the item that can summon a god.”

"The item that can summon a god?"

Before Mahito could respond, an arrogant, mocking voice cut through the air.

Hearing it, Jogo, Mahito, and Choso froze. A suffocating malice enveloped the room, pressing down on their nerves like a heavy weight.

Their heads turned instinctively toward the source of the voice.

There, rising from Yuji Itadori’s body, was the King of Curses, Sukuna, fully resurrected.

No elaborate words, no grand descriptions were necessary.

Just his presence alone was enough to instill fear—a primal, bone-deep terror that gnawed at the soul.

“Sukuna… you’ve returned?” Mahito’s trembling voice broke into a nervous laugh.

“Fool,” Sukuna snarled, cracking his neck as his crimson eyes locked onto Mahito.

With a single motion, a blade of pure cursed energy slashed diagonally across Mahito’s head, splitting it in two.

Blood and brain matter splattered across the floor.

“And who said you could look at me?” Sukuna growled, his voice a command. “Kneel.”

Choso and Jogo’s bodies collapsed to the ground against their will.

As they knelt, an invisible ring of cursed energy expanded outward, slicing through everything in its path. Skyscrapers were severed at the waist. Even the protruding part of Jogo’s volcanic head was shaved clean off.

"Ha! Hahaha!"

Sukuna chuckled at Jogo’s disheveled appearance.

“Kneeling suits you. But let me teach you something.”

“A truly ripe stalk of wheat knows to bow its head humbly.”

“Still, I’ll forgive you this time for letting me stretch my legs.”

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T/N: lmao they jumped Yuji

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