Imaginary Cursed Spirits are completely different from Ordinary Cursed Spirits that naturally accumulate from the negative emotions emitted by humans; they are the aggregation of human fear toward a fixed concept.
For example, Urban Legends, ghost stories, and myths—the more people believe in them, the more these Cursed Spirits are born from human fear.
Therefore, Imaginary Cursed Spirits far surpass Ordinary Cursed Spirits in terms of ability, potential, and growth.
Suguru Geto's [Imaginary Cursed Spirit - Slit-Mouthed Woman] originates from a particularly famous Cursed Spirit in Neon. In the last century, the areas where the legend was most rampant even forced local schools to completely suspend classes for a time.
It once caused the highest risk factor among Special Grade Cursed Spirit attacks, leading to massive casualties among Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Its ability is simply cheating, equivalent to forcibly pulling the enemy into its domain where time is nearly stopped. Once specific conditions are met, they immediately die from the Slit-Mouthed Woman's curse.
The concepts of time and space around them came to a complete halt, the infinitely expanding space turned into a blue world, and five Child-like Cursed Spirits, along with the Rainbow Dragon they were tormenting, were dragged into the Slit-Mouthed Woman's domain.
Although movement was prohibited, the Cursed Spirits' thoughts were still active.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman approached from a distance, changing positions frame by frame, like an old century Reel-to-Reel Film, drawing ever closer.
"Am I... I... I..." The hoarse voice, sounding like it was recorded on a tape, continuously amplified. As the Slit-Mouthed Woman drew near, her appearance was gradually witnessed by these Cursed Spirits.
The revulsion in the eyes of these Unlucky Children showed just how terrifying that thing looked.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman slowly raised her head. The hair on her head was not hair at all, but rather short tentacles, each tipped with a wide, crimson eye filled with malice.
Where her eyes should have been, she was covered by dirty white bandages. Her mouth opened to reveal sharp teeth and a long, slender tongue.
"Am I beautiful?"
Before this question could be answered, the scissors in the Slit-Mouthed Woman's hand were already slowly exerting pressure.
Although these Child-like Cursed Spirits couldn't speak, it felt like they desperately wanted to nod, filled with a strong Will to Survive.
Unfortunately, the Slit-Mouthed Woman is cruel and acts with extreme brutality.
The rule is: answer and die, remain silent and die.
Therefore, whether they spoke or not, there was only one outcome: death by the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
The prelude to her domain had already been activated.
"Tear!" x 6. Six cruel lines of blood emerged from the bodies of the Cursed Spirits, clearly cutting deep enough to reveal bone. Their insides were sliced open, and soon they were covered in blood.
The poor Rainbow Dragon, having also been dragged into the Cursed Spirit's domain, was forced to endure the same agony.
Because, given Suguru Geto's current proficiency in Cursed Spirit Manipulation, he couldn't actually control this Special Grade Cursed Spirit to unleash its true power; the Technique Precision was very low.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought the Rainbow Dragon along into this place.
Furthermore, simultaneously binding one Special Grade Cursed Spirit and five Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirits—equivalent to six Special Grade Cursed Spirits—within the Slit-Mouthed Woman's domain was taxing on the manipulator behind the scenes, further increasing Suguru Geto's burden.
Although he wanted to tame these Cursed Spirits, when it truly came down to it, Geto Suguru would not hold back.
He was no longer an ignorant newcomer; facing Cursed Spirits with the half-hearted attitude of wanting to capture them alive would only lead to one outcome.
That would inevitably be death by their hands.
Over a dozen huge scissors appeared out of thin air around the Cursed Spirits—that was the Slit-Mouthed Woman's curse.
Death was certain; their bodies would be segmented by the scissors.
The sharp blades had already proven their lethality during the initial display; empowered by Cursed Energy, they could cut through anything.
The terrifying cold light was aimed at the Cursed Spirits' weak points, such as their legs, torsos, and necks.
"My apologies, Rainbow Dragon."
Dragging the Rainbow Dragon along with these five Cursed Spirits was truly Suguru Geto's intention, but hesitation invites disaster; these five Cursed Spirits had to be dealt with.
If not killed, they must be severely wounded!
Suguru Geto released his control over the Slit-Mouthed Woman, allowing her to unleash her nature fully.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman revealed a cruel smile, tightened her grip on the scissors, and cut down heavily towards the Cursed Spirits.
Fear, a humanized emotion rarely seen on the faces of the fearless Child-like Cursed Spirits, surfaced.
It was especially uncommon for Non-sentient Cursed Spirits.
But the Slit-Mouthed Woman had no mercy.
The next second, blood splattered everywhere!
At the same time, on the empty corridor of St. Maria Academy, a figure wrapped in a hood slowly approached from a distance.
The hunched figure carried a darkness that warped the air. The corridor it walked through seemed to transform into another world; the wooden window frames began to decay, and even the floor and ceiling became filthy.
The bells on the Snake-Shaped Scepter, whose eyes were made of rubies, jingled with a crisp, pleasant sound.
This old man was the notorious Doctor, who had committed several Blood Sacrifices and was ranked first on the kill lists of many nations. No one knew his real name or where he came from.
When the Doctor laughed, he let out a weird, cackling sound. A look of assured victory appeared on his face, which resembled a gnarled old tree.
"Tengen, I will kill all of them before coming for you."
"I've always wanted to know. What do you taste like?"
The greedy Doctor wanted to devour all the students in the entire school, along with Gojo Satoru and the others. This was a Feeding Ground, a tyrannical declaration of his sovereignty.
If other Curse Users dared to approach, he wouldn't mind; he would simply kill them all immediately.
Cursed Spirit Manipulation? Limitless? Blood Manipulation?
None of that mattered. In the Doctor's eyes, these flashy Sorcerers and their techniques were utterly useless, perhaps only serving to ensure they received a more miserable fate before death.
"As long as I have this Music Box."
The old man held a purple Music Box in his left hand. It had seven layers and resembled a palace.
Its appearance was ordinary and somewhat old, with a layer of crimson paint on the wooden exterior, looking as though it had been used for a very long time. Vaguely, a corpse smell, similar to that of the dead, emanated from it.
That was the extremely dangerous Special Grade Cursed Tool, sirens lament, considered a Special Special Grade Cursed Tool on the same level as the Prison Realm currently held by Kenmyo.
If the Prison Realm represented the ultimate in sealing, then the effect of [Overflow King's Lament] was quite bizarre.
That was [Oblivion].
These two words appearing together here might sound funny, like Alzheimer's Disease or being forgetful.
But sirens lament elevated the characteristic of Oblivion into a Rule-Based Ability.
For humans, they usually leave an impression in others' minds, but Oblivion can make the general public forget you entirely.
All traces of your existence in the world will vanish. Everyone will forget you, as if you were never born.
Whether it's surveillance footage, records, files, or databases—anything related to your information—even machines can forget.
Erasing all evidence of your life is just the first step of isolating you.
Then, you start to forget who you are, and why you are here.
Finally, you forget whether you are even alive, forgetting all traces of your existence in the world.
When the self is forgotten, the entire person will be devoured by this Cursed Tool.
Moreover, when a person is devoured by this Cursed Tool, the victim's name, files, and everything else mysteriously vanish.
Not even the victims can be found.
The records of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association are fragmentary and incomplete because this Special Grade Cursed Tool has only appeared once in history.
Forger: Unknown. Evolution Process: Unknown. Maximum Capture Limit: Unknown. Danger Level: Super Grade. Suspected cause for the complete disappearance of a city with XX hundred thousand inhabitants in Country XX.
The barren, massive hole was believed by the forgotten populace to be a large-scale coal mining base, a natural pit, but when they dug down, there were too many people—all skeletons.
These remains were buried deep underground. They were thought to have died hundreds of years ago, but they had died just yesterday.
It's likely that there were too many people, causing sirens lament to crash before it could devour them all.
In the end, statistics showed that nearly 300,000 bodies were buried underground.
Only then did the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association realize that such a Cursed Tool existed in the world.
However, it's also possible that it existed before, but after it was used, no one remembered, and it was forgotten.
Therefore, sirens lament in the Doctor's hands was his greatest reliance, capable of making Jujutsu Sorcerer forget their Cursed Techniques.
However, the Doctor activating sirens lament is not unconditional.
After all, Special Grade Cursed Tools like the Prison Realm require many strange Prerequisites to be met before they can completely seal an enemy.
The same is naturally true for sirens lament.
But currently, only the Holder, the Doctor, knows the activation conditions of sirens lament.
The Doctor's methods are extremely cruel. Ordinary people who fall into his hands suffer terribly, dismembered to be used as Ritual Tools in various bloody and brutal ceremonies.
Regardless of age, male or female, young or old, he has different uses for them.
All of these become delicacies enjoyed alone by this terrifying old man at home.
"Hmm?" But suddenly, the Doctor stopped walking. Sensing something unusual, he slowly raised his hand.
Around the Doctor's neck was a string of extremely terrifying bone beads.
The old man sensed something was wrong, but before he could identify the anomaly...
The Bone Necklace, strung together with Children's Skulls, suddenly exploded right in front of him. Both the bones and the connecting gold thread snapped simultaneously.
Black gas mixed with shrill screams leaked out from the cracked bones.
"Hmm?" This was the Special Grade Cursed Tool, [Ring of Life], which took 15 years of effort to forge. How astonishing was it that it took 15 years just to polish five skulls? It had become a perfect artifact.
"Impossible." Yet, such a treasure had completely lost its effectiveness. Moreover, it was utterly destroyed, inside and out.
"Something happened to those children."
The Doctor's face was filled with confusion. The several Imps he refined using Special Methods had completely lost contact with him and could no longer be summoned using Summoning Techniques.
"Damn it!!!" The Southeast Asian Founder of Curse Users, who was already intent on revenge, flew into a rage.
The Doctor swore that he would make the person who buried his five Cursed Spirits suffer, killing them using the most brutal methods.
Those were five Special Grade Cursed Spirits in their Growth Stage! They weren't just five pigs.
The Doctor's heart was bleeding.
"Damn it, I'll make all of you die inside sirens lament."
"Did Geto's Cursed Technique end?"
Inside a large church, two people floated high above. That was Gojo Satoru's Cursed Technique, allowing Kenmyo to float with him.
Below them, the Choir was singing—that was Riko Amanai's location.
Kenmyo and Gojo Satoru instantly located this spot using the Spatial Coordinates previously placed on Riko Amanai.
To be safe, they remained directly above and did not descend into the crowd below, as that would cause less disruption.
If the existence of Jujutsu were exposed to ordinary people, even Gojo Satoru would be severely reprimanded by his teacher, Yaga Masamichi.
Kenmyo also noticed that the fight on Suguru Geto's side seemed to be over. It was fast; one second there was a serious Cursed Energy Clash, and now it had instantly died down.
Kenmyo was just about to pull Gojo Satoru down, but the shout of "Riko" stunned him.
"Riko!!!" Gojo Satoru shouted Riko Amanai's name loudly from the Railing above, as if giving a warm greeting.
This instantly drew the attention of all the girls below, who looked up to stare directly above them.
Like the girls on the Soccer Team, these girls seemed captivated by Kenmyo and Gojo Satoru's casual attire.
Kenmyo and Gojo Satoru, representing two types of handsome men, basically fulfilled all girls' fantasies about attractive men and their yearning for love.
The dignified Young Ladies became incredibly frantic, with only one thought in their minds: they absolutely had to find a way to get their hands on that man.
Unfortunately, Kenmyo was the man they could never have.
"Riko, is that your boyfriend?" "No way, a love triangle?" "You've gone too far, Riko." "She's cheating on them both!"
Only Riko Amanai truly wanted to die at that moment. She covered her face, never having felt such shame.
Riko kept explaining, "That's my cousin!" But it was all in vain.
Kenmyo looked at Riko Amanai, surrounded by the crowd, and somewhat understood Gojo Satoru's actions.
It was to let her keep a few more beautiful memories before she was assimilated. Even if she didn't like the method itself.