I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [142]

Jujutsu World

Yuji Itadori followed Grade 1 Sorcerer Mei Mei and her younger brother as they navigated the barriers erected around the area.

They were positioned between the first barrier—which prevented civilians from leaving—and the second barrier, designed to block jujutsu sorcerers from entering.

Before them were numerous people who had been twisted into grotesque forms by Special Grade Curses.

“Damn it!” Yuji muttered, his expression grim but his mind clear. He refused to let his anger consume him.

Beside him, Mei Mei stood tall and graceful, her confident demeanor exuding calm. Her long, golden hair was braided into a single plait, draping elegantly over her shoulder.

Using her crow-based curse technique, Mei Mei sent her familiars to scout the subway station. Minutes later, she folded her arms across her chest in a manner both dignified and nonchalant, resembling a poised noblewoman.

“Yuji, we have two options here,” she said. “We can either deal with one strong curse or clean up the horde of these transformed civilians. Which do you prefer?”

Yuji locked eyes with her, his determination speaking volumes.

“Heh, no need to answer,” Mei Mei said with a sly smile. She extended her hand, and one of her crows transformed into a gleaming scythe.

“I’ll handle the small fry. You take the left side. There’s a strong curse waiting in one of the rooms there.”

With a graceful swing of her scythe, Mei Mei cleaved through several twisted figures that lunged at her. Blood splattered across the black lace of her gothic-style dress, staining her ominous yet elegant attire.

“This sort of predictable, low-risk task is just my style,” she added.

“Understood.” Yuji gave a small nod before heading toward the room Mei Mei indicated.

Even from a distance, he could feel the waves of malevolent cursed energy radiating from the room. Each step brought him closer to the seething malice that awaited.

—It doesn’t matter. I will win.
—No, I must win!

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Subway Underground Level 5

Thousands of panicked civilians swarmed the subway platform, running aimlessly in a frenzy.

Screams of terror echoed throughout the underground space, amplifying the chaos.

Amid the pandemonium, two curses and a half-human, half-curse creature confronted a human figure—Satoru Gojo.

Gojo’s azure eyes narrowed as he regarded the two curses lurking among the crowd. A sharp, mocking grin spread across his face.

“So, this is your grand plan?” he asked, his voice dripping with derision.

“First, you use [Domain Amplification]—sacrificing the creation of a full domain to coat your body in a thin layer of cursed energy, ensuring partial immunity to my [Infinity]?”

“Then, you release all these civilians, forcing me to hold back and rely on physical combat instead of my techniques?”

“And you actually think this is enough to restrain me?”

His grin widened, his tone mocking. “That’s just pathetic.”

“Hmph!” Jogo, remained silent, his expression fierce as he darted through the crowd with unnatural speed. Every civilian he brushed against erupted into flames, their bodies becoming human torches.

Bang!

Seizing an opening, Jogo crouched low and launched a punch toward Gojo’s blind spot, using a fleeing civilian as cover. His fist, imbued with overwhelming cursed energy, could have destroyed the entire subway station upon impact.

But Gojo merely raised an arm, effortlessly deflecting the blow.

Did I hit him?!

Jogo’s thoughts raced.

He understood Gojo’s [Infinity], which slowed any attack approaching him to an imperceptible crawl until it completely stopped. It was why Gojo’s enemies could never truly touch him.

What made Gojo more terrifying was his ability to maintain such an advanced technique continuously, turning it into a passive, ever-active defense.

In theory, Gojo could maintain Infinity even while bathing or using the restroom, demonstrating his overwhelming advantage over all opponents.

But this time... my attack forced him to block?

Does that mean [Domain Amplification] is working? Did he forgo [Infinity] because he deemed it unnecessary? Or because the civilians make large-scale attacks unfeasible?

So far, everything is going according to plan.

“You seem pleased with yourself.”

Gojo’s hand snapped forward, grabbing Jogo’s wrist. With a sharp twist, he slammed Jogo into the ground.

At the same moment, Gojo deflected an incoming punch from Hanami, and countered with a precise kick, shattering Hanami’s leg.

Boom!

Jogo crashed into the ground with a heavy thud.

Crack!

Without hesitation, Jogo severed his own arm to escape Gojo’s grasp. Flames gathered in his remaining hand as he aimed a fiery blast at Gojo’s face.

“Hah.”

Gojo tilted his head slightly, dodging the flames with ease. With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance to Hanami, who had abandoned [Domain Amplification] to prepare a large-scale attack.

“So, you can’t use [Domain Amplification] and your techniques simultaneously,” Gojo remarked, his tone dripping with contempt.

“Who gave you the courage to abandon your only defense?”

Grabbing Hanami’s twin horns, Gojo wrenched upward. A sickening crack echoed through the chamber as the horns snapped, eliciting a pained scream from Hanami.

“Hanami!”

Jogo roared in despair, lunging forward with his burning hand.

Gojo used Hanami as leverage, stepping lightly on the injured spirit and sidestepping Jogo’s attack.

“Funny thing about escalating cursed energy,” Gojo said, his voice calm yet mocking. “You can pour as much as you want into it, but the weeds you’re dragging along will never keep up.”

Ignoring Jogo’s enraged screams, Gojo slammed Hanami against the subway wall. Their cursed energies clashed violently, but Hanami’s resistance faltered, and in moments, the forest spirit’s form dissolved into a mangled mass of blood and gore.

“Hanami!”

Jogo’s grief erupted into a guttural howl.

Though Jogo had often claimed that sacrifices were inevitable for the curses’ greater cause, witnessing his comrade’s death firsthand was a devastating blow.

Gojo turned to face him, his mocking grin intact.

“You’re next. Give it your all—if you think it’ll matter.”

“Show me,” Satoru Gojo’s voice dripped with mockery, “what exactly is so superior about your curses. Is it that you’ll be reduced to a bloody pulp with one punch? Or is it your remarkable ability to bully defenseless civilians?”

“Hmph!”

Jogo, the Cursed Spirit of Earth, steadied himself, glaring at the unmoving figure in the distance—Choso, the eldest of the cursed womb: Death Paintings.

“If you keep standing there doing nothing,” Jogo barked, his tone furious, “I’ll kill you first!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

Choso waved lazily, seemingly unconcerned, as a volley of blood arrows brimming with razor-sharp cursed energy hurtled toward Gojo.

“This is your grand strategy?” Gojo remarked, his expression deadpan as the arrows dissipated harmlessly against his Infinity barrier.

To Gojo, the attacks posed no threat, leaving him ample time to ponder their true intent.

—Are they stalling for time? That has to be it. Do they have some sort of backup plan?
—Why isn’t that patch-covered curse—the one capable of altering souls—present here?
—This doesn’t feel right. I need to pick up the pace.

Gojo’s mind raced as he prepared to act.

The sudden screech of an incoming subway train echoed through the cavernous underground space.

In a matter of seconds, the train skidded to a halt, its doors hissing open.

Gojo’s gaze sharpened as he immediately took in the sight of its passengers:

Hundreds—no, a thousand—humans, their souls twisted and mutated into monstrous forms.

The moment the train doors opened, the creatures flooded out, surging toward the crowd of unaltered civilians.

Gojo’s decision was instantaneous. There was no hesitation.

“[Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void].”

As his words fell, darkness surged forth.

For 0.2 seconds—a mere blink of an eye—his domain expanded. Within that fleeting instant, everything halted.

—A short activation means the ordinary humans and these mutated creatures won’t suffer irreparable brain damage. The sensory overload won’t last long enough to break them. Two months of rest, and they’ll recover.

Gojo moved like a crimson whirlwind, his every action deliberate and precise. Mutated creatures fell one after another as his movements became a lethal blur.

—I’m not omnipotent. I can’t save everyone. But I can make sure none of these monsters leave here alive.

In just 200 seconds, every single one of the thousand monstrosities lay slain.

Gojo casually discarded the last two severed heads in his hands, his sharp gaze locking onto the remaining threats: Jogo, Choso, and Hanami.

He was about to make his next move when a strange voice echoed across the platform.

Click!

“Huh?” Gojo turned his head toward the ground, where the sound originated.

“[Prison Realm: Activate].”

The voice was calm yet charged with a chilling familiarity, and Gojo’s chest tightened.

He whipped around to face the train’s interior, where the source of the voice revealed itself: a monk stepping out from the shadows.

It wasn’t just any monk.

It was Suguru Geto, Gojo’s former friend—someone Gojo himself had killed with his own hands.

—How? This isn’t possible. I killed him. I was there. I did it myself.
—But… he looks exactly the same. My Six Eyes confirm it—it’s him.

Gojo’s mind reeled as images of the three years they had spent together flooded back, momentarily dulling his focus.

Click!

The eerie mechanism of the [Prison Realm] shifted, its edges aligning perfectly as it locked onto Gojo.

“Damn it!”

Gojo’s body froze as his cursed energy and physical strength began to drain away at an alarming rate.

Realizing the trap too late, he used the last of his strength to bellow a single command:

“Yuji! Use the finger!”

Then, all was silence.

“Well, damn.”

The monk—Kenjaku, the curse inhabiting Geto’s body—cursed softly, his tone surprisingly calm.

“I underestimated him again. I thought he’d need at least 300 seconds to clean up all those mutated creatures. Turns out he’s even stronger than I expected—he only needed 200.”

Jogo approached cautiously, his flames flickering. “Still, we managed to seal him in the [Prison Realm]. That’s a victory.”

The human-curse hybrid, Mahito, lazily walked toward the immobilized Gojo, now trapped in the Prison Realm’s lock.

“This little contraption is incredible,” Mahito said with a grin, inspecting the Prison Realm. “Once activated, it only needs to stay near its target for one minute to succeed. And it’s not even real-world time—it’s the target’s own perception of a minute.”

“An absolute weapon for sealing the strongest,” Kenjaku added, his tone approving. “It’s a shame it only works on one person at a time.”

“This is perfect,” Jogo said, his tone grim as he turned toward the others. “Now we move to the next phase. We need to bring Yuji Itadori here, make him ingest Sukuna’s finger, and awaken him. Once that’s done, we’ll have won.”

“I think…” Mahito began, but his thought was interrupted by the sound of Gojo’s laughter.

“Heh… heh heh… hahahahaha!”

Gojo’s laughter rang out, loud and unrelenting, his voice brimming with disdain.

“You plotted all this... schemed for so long… just to seal me?”

His azure eyes, still blazing with power, scanned the group before him.

“How pathetic. How utterly laughable.”

“You weaklings,” Gojo continued, his mocking tone cutting deep.

“You, the fake Suguru Geto—whatever curse or sorcerer has taken his body.
You, the Cursed Spirit of Earth.
You, the Cursed Spirit of Humans.
And you, the eldest son of the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings.”

“You think that sealing me means your victory is assured?”

His laughter intensified, shaking the air with its intensity.

“How pitiful. How small-minded. You’ve sealed me—but what next?”

Gojo’s smile widened, his confidence unshaken.

“Go ahead. Take your next steps. I’ll be watching, and I’ll be laughing every step of the way.”

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T/N: id shid myself if the guy we made an elaborate plan for and succeeded with said plan started laughing and is like that's it? okay bro let me get some popcorn

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