Limitless Cursed Technique, Six Eyes, Reverse Cursed Technique…
In total, for around 80,000 points, one could purchase the abilities exclusive to Gojo Satoru.
Of course, for ordinary people, this was a distant dream, like the grand prize in a lottery—they knew it existed but held no wild hopes of obtaining it.
However, for the political groups holding real power, points were something they had in abundance.
A great number of their members exchanged points for this incredibly practical three-piece set, becoming like clones of Gojo Satoru, possessing identical abilities.
The only difference was the vast gap in their Cursed Energy. The Culling Game didn't offer Cursed Energy for sale, and even with the strongest Cursed Technique, they couldn't compare to Gojo Satoru without the strongest Cursed Energy.
Still, it was more than enough to deal with most people. To the Jujutsu world, these groups formed by ordinary people were mass-producing Special Grade Sorcerers.
These numerous, watered-down versions of Gojo Satoru quickly helped various nations regain control of the situation. At the same time, due to the threat of the Culling Game, no one dared to rashly start a war, and the world, for a time, truly fell into peace.
The sole exception was Tokyo. Twelve hours had passed, and news of the great upheaval in the city had already spread. The appearance of that giant tree coincided perfectly with the start of the Culling Game.
Powerful sorcerers were all rushing to Japan. Geto Suguru himself, the one who had exposed the existence of Chakra and the secrets of the Jujutsu world, was also Japanese. All signs indicated that important clues were to be found there.
'The guidance of destiny leads me to Tokyo. To seize final victory, must I join the chaotic battle there?'
'That thing didn't deceive me. I truly do possess the power of destiny.'
A fighter jet flew at high altitude, heading straight for Tokyo on a direct flight from America, equipped with external fuel tanks.
The blond-haired man pressed the ejection button, discarding the hundred-million-dollar fighter jet as if it were trash.
He didn't activate his parachute; he even abandoned the ejection seat itself. A lone figure plummeted downwards. The inertia from ejecting while the jet was at full speed alone was something no ordinary person could withstand.
His body was covered in a golden veil that nullified every factor working against him—gravity, G-force, inertia, along with the damage from a high-altitude fall—it ignored them all.
The newcomer was none other than the President, who had been in the White House just a short while ago. Following the instructions of 'that thing,' he had confirmed his destiny; he was one favored by fate.
Millions of points had fully unlocked his brain, manifesting an ability he had already anticipated…
And because of this, his belief in destiny was absolute.
The vast majority of the nation's living citizens had given all their points to him. His actual power hadn't increased by much, but this was 'trust' itself.
He was also the only powerful individual to proactively participate in the Culling Game, growing stronger through the power of ordinary people.
'The President, Sorcerer, Total Points—Fifty Million (Outlier).'
Kenjaku was greatly pleased by the current global situation of a million Gojo Satoru knockoffs. The Six Eyes, a power like destiny itself of which only one pair was said to exist per era, was now a dime a dozen.
Twenty-five thousand points. A normal person had four or five points, which meant that if just over twenty thousand people each contributed a single point, it could be bought.
Unfortunately, most of the buyers were government agents, primarily aiming to have enough power to maintain social stability.
But this was enough. The destiny of the Jujutsu world was completely shattered. Not only could everyone control Cursed Energy and cultivate Chakra, but they could even 'buy' a Cursed Technique.
Joining the Celestial Organization had been his most correct decision; otherwise, how could he have ever witnessed such a scene?
'This should still be far from enough, for your true goal.'
'The evolution of humanity shouldn't be about just retracing the path of sorcerers. There should be a better option.'
'The current society is rotten. And you happen to possess the potential to change it all.'
A voice appeared in Kenjaku's mind without any warning. He subconsciously glanced around, but no one seemed to notice, or rather, they couldn't hear the voice at all.
'Who are you?'
'I am Cursed Energy itself. I am power, emotion, the essence of Cursed Techniques, the incarnation of destiny…'
In reality, it was The All-Evil of this World, an existence born from Cursed Energy, an amalgamation of the malice of every person on the planet.
Its words carried a powerful allure, making Kenjaku subconsciously want to trust it.
However, thanks to the two Uchiha in his team, he was highly attuned to mental manipulation and quickly identified it.
'Cursed Energy itself can develop a will? Besides, what use do you have for me?'
'If the fear of nature can take form, why can't I? The fear of Cursed Energy is still fear.'
Kenjaku understood its form of existence. It was similar in principle to a Cursed Spirit, but he still found it utterly absurd. Cursed Energy itself coming to life?
Nevertheless, he found it interesting. This unexpected discovery added a bit more amusement to his life.
'So, what business do you have with me, unknown entity?'
'You originally carried a great deal of destiny, and now, that destiny has been strengthened. You have the qualification to enter the final stage.'
'The true nature of the Culling Game is a ritual. No matter how many changes you've made, you cannot deny this fact.'
'The culmination of this ritual is to absorb everyone's Cursed Energy, along with all their hopes and expectations—including destiny itself—to create a 'miracle'.'
'A nearly omnipotent wish. At least for you, anything you can imagine can be realized through it.'
'Schwarzer's true purpose is to seize it—to seize all the power in the world.'
'Once she achieves final victory, the power she takes away will disappear from this world forever.'
Most of this was true. It had analyzed Schwarzer's objective and then added a little misdirection; after all, an 'outsider' naturally breeds mistrust.
Kenjaku obviously didn't have a particularly good relationship with Schwarzer either. They had only known each other for a few days, and their alliance was based purely on mutual interest.
Combining the entity's words with Schwarzer's actions, Kenjaku found that it all matched up. It was indeed possible that Schwarzer intended to gather all the world's Cursed Energy.
One must always be on guard against others. Besides, he was also extremely curious about this so-called wish. Rather than letting someone else have it, why not seize it for himself?
'Even so, the two of us combined are no match for her. What do you plan to do?'
'Don't worry, everything is going according to plan. I haven't contacted only you. Everyone's goal is to expel the outsider. The wishing machine must remain in our world.'
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