According to this guy's memories, there should be an abandoned factory some distance away from this house. It used to be an automobile factory but relocated after receiving a government notice stating it was too close to a residential area—violating zoning laws and public safety regulations.
Stepping outside onto the busy streets of Tokyo, I inhale deeply, taking in the fresh, vibrant scent of the city. There's nothing quite like this—Tokyo in motion. I've always preferred the buzz of a bustling area, surrounded by people. After all, humans are social creatures.
I want to explore this world more—Japan, the dreamland of any true otaku. But that can wait. For now, I have a destination. The path to the factory awaits.
So I walk. And walk. And walk some more...
[Two hours later]
Who the hell said this place was close to a residential area? It's practically on the outskirts of the city. Definitely not a short walk.
Finally, I arrive.
The factory is vast and weathered by time. Its walls are a patchwork of faded paint and rusted metal, with vines slowly creeping up the sides like nature reclaiming its territory. Towering smokestacks reach into the sky, long dormant, but still commanding in their presence. The wide yard out front is cracked and overgrown with weeds, scattered with old crates and scraps of forgotten machinery.
Perfect. But even a place like this might not be enough to contain the chaos that could erupt from releasing my cursed energy.
So, I tried something new.
"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."
As I spoke the incantation, a dark, liquid-like substance began to drip from the sky, forming a massive half-sphere barrier—an outer shell that shimmered faintly like obsidian glass. The curtain had been cast.
Within its bounds, the sky turned pitch-black, a false night. This would provoke cursed spirits nearby, dragging them out of hiding.
The curtain made everything inside imperceivable to outsiders. To non-sorcerers, it would appear as if nothing had changed. Only jujutsu sorcerers—or even low-level windows—would be able to perceive the black shell from outside. But more importantly, this curtain felt different. I could sense it was doing more than hiding me.
It was containing my cursed energy output—locking it inside the factory grounds. A modification to the original technique, but a welcome one.
Now, time for what I came here to do.
I have enough cursed energy to create two special-grade cursed spirits—enough to instantly elevate me to the level of a special grade sorcerer. After some thought, I came to a harsh realization: this level of cursed energy won't always be available to me. Not naturally, at least.
So I decided to invest wisely.
I reached deep into the core of my cursed technique, feeling the raw, volatile energy swirl through me. Closing my eyes, I visualized my creation—drawing inspiration from the fox devil in Chainsaw Man, but reimagined in pure black, pulsing with cursed energy.
Its domain would be unique: gather ambient cursed energy from the world and store it, like a living battery. Not only that, it would also be able to absorb energy directly from curses I kill.
With this setup, my cursed energy output would be drastically enhanced—up to 60% efficiency, nearly rivaling the legendary Six Eyes of Gojo Satoru. Not quite there, but well beyond what any ordinary sorcerer could achieve. Even Sukuna, in his prime, would be cautious of what I was attempting.
Opening my eyes, I saw the effect almost immediately.
A massive section of the factory yard had been torn apart. Concrete slabs lay broken like shattered glass, jagged and scattered. Deep cracks split the earth, revealing twisted metal and dry, crumbling soil. It looked like something immense had clawed its way out from beneath the ground.
Standing in the center of the destruction… was it.
A black fox.
Its head resembled that of a giant fox, but far more monstrous—its surface covered in multiple large eyes, each one ringed with concentric circles that stared in different directions. Its arms were oversized and muscular, ending in deadly claws. Dozens more eyes blinked across its limbs and shoulders, glowing faintly in the darkness of the curtain.
And all of those eyes were staring at me.
The fox began to move forward, slowly, cautiously. Then, without warning, it crouched down in front of me, bowing its head slightly—as if acknowledging me as its master.
I reached out with my right hand, placing my palm gently on its head.
The surface was warm, almost pulsing with energy. It didn't resist. From what I could sense, this cursed spirit had a will of its own—a consciousness. But despite that, it was completely loyal to me, its creator.
Perfect.
Without this fox, I wouldn't be able to amass enough cursed energy to create more special-grade spirits. Worse, I'd be stuck trying to reach this level of energy manipulation through sheer willpower alone.
This changes everything.
"So… will you help me create the others?"
The fox looked up at me, then slowly nodded.
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth.
This was only the beginning.