Kronos clapped his hands and chuckled. "Well done, Gojo Satoru!"
Gojo scratched his head and laughed. "Haha, this was really nothing for me!"
In the distance, the members of the Charlotte family nearly exploded with rage upon hearing that. What was with that tone? Did he not even take Katakuri seriously?
Kronos gradually put away his smile. After sneering coldly, he said to Oven and the others, "Do you want to die?"
Those five simple words—like the low growl of a demon—caused Oven and the others' faces to pale drastically. A wave of fear surged from the depths of their hearts.
What they feared most was now happening.
It didn't matter which family you were from—no one wanted to die like this.
They were still young!
How could they die so easily?
There was still so much they wanted to accomplish!
Just when the Charlotte family members were frozen in uncertainty, Katakuri—who had been knocked out by Gojo's technique—miraculously regained consciousness.
It had to be said: Katakuri's willpower was truly formidable. For an ordinary person, falling into the domain of Six Eyes would've meant lying unconscious for months.
Even a powerhouse at the level of a Marine Vice Admiral would need several weeks—or even a month—to recover if they stepped into that domain.
But Katakuri?
He was only out for a few minutes before regaining awareness!
It was clear that Katakuri truly had strength and resolve.
Gojo smiled. "Interesting. To recover so quickly... Did I underestimate your willpower?"
Having just woken up, Katakuri still felt a bit dazed. His mind was flooded with strange, useless memories that shouldn't have been there.
It felt like a heap of garbage had been dumped into his brain, leaving his thoughts sluggish and disoriented.
At that moment...
Kronos approached slowly, hands behind his back.
His voice was cold.
"Katakuri... you lost."
Though it was an undeniable truth, Katakuri couldn't help but feel deeply pained—not just from defeat, but also from a sense of powerlessness and even reluctant admiration.
He had no choice but to admit it: in this battle, he was completely and utterly defeated.
No matter how many chances he had, he couldn't win against Gojo Satoru.
Even if they fought a hundred or a thousand times, the result would be the same.
He would be crushed again and again—completely helpless.
What had just happened was undeniable proof.
With his current strength, thinking about defeating that man was nothing but a dream.
Katakuri exhaled deeply.
Then turned to Kronos.
He asked slowly, "What do you plan to do with us?"
Kronos snapped his fingers.
He had been waiting for that question.
And he laughed.
"From now on, including you, all of you are my spoils of war. Any objections?"
Katakuri and the others were silent.
Silence was the best answer.
Kronos didn't care about their reactions. He walked into the cabin, took out the Charlotte family's Den Den Mushi (transponder snail), and began contacting Charlotte Linlin on Cake Island.
Seeing Kronos pick up the Den Den Mushi, Katakuri had a bad feeling. He frowned.
"What... what are you trying to do?"
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