"Gojo Satoru has entered the field."
In the monitoring room of Shibuya Station's basement,
Suguru Geto, with a scar on his forehead and wearing a blue-purple kasaya, saw Gojo Satoru's figure appear on the monitor, and the smile on his face grew wider.
Like a cat catching a mouse, his eyes narrowed with a smile.
The squinting Suguru Geto said to the one-eyed, small Cursed Spirit with a head similar to a volcano next to him,
"Do you know when Gojo Satoru can exert his maximum power?"
"Geto, no more beating around the bush now."
The small, one-eyed Cursed Spirit was very displeased and said in a stiff tone,
"A few of us are going to confront him."
"That's him. Hmm?"
But at this moment, the mineral water bottle on the table was shaking violently, and the words Suguru Geto was about to say were swallowed back.
"Earthquake!"
Japan, a land of outstanding people, is located in an earthquake zone, with thousands of earthquakes, big and small, occurring each year, so tremors are normal.
But this time, the situation was different. It was due to other reasons. Suguru Geto and the volcano-headed Cursed Spirit looked towards the southwest almost simultaneously.
As if something over there had attracted both of them, the originally smiling Suguru Geto's expression suddenly changed.
"Whose Cursed Energy is this?"
Suguru Geto always felt a sense of malice towards him within this Cursed Energy, and he immediately had an ominous premonition.
"Hmm? Why would a compatriot be born at this time?"
The one-eyed short Cursed Spirit also frowned, muttering to himself,
"This is in the city."
"No, although this commotion is very similar to the birth of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit."
Suguru Geto shook his head, but it wasn't the birth of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"It's the birth of a Special Grade Cursed Tool."
Moreover, it was a Cursed Tool that went against the laws of nature and was intolerable to the world, even more unacceptable to the will of the world than the bizarre Cursed Womb: Death Painting he personally refined.
He had lived for so long, but he had never heard of anyone else being able to do it besides himself?
Names of those old friends already began to surface in Suguru Geto's mind, but most of them had already been killed before his plan began.
"Who exactly is it!"
Suguru Geto suddenly felt that his pre-arranged plan seemed to have encountered a slight, unexpected change.
For him, who was accustomed to controlling everything and strategizing, it was the first time that events had exceeded his expectations.
At this moment, no matter which street in Shibuya Ward one was on, looking up at the sky outside, one would see a pillar of light burning with brilliant golden flames shooting straight into the sky!
The pitch-black night was illuminated by this beam of light, and the clouds in the vast night sky were also stained golden, emitting a dazzling radiance.
The momentum of this light pillar was extremely grand, with the instantaneous wind generated alone being as strong as a Category 7 or 8 hurricane.
Boom!!!
In an instant, after several earth-shattering roars, several golden thunder dragons appeared among the clouds, tumbling in the rapidly expanding dark clouds. The bodies of these giant beasts, imbued with terrifying Cursed Energy, reflected a large area of lightning, illuminating the deep clouds into a brilliant golden.
People could still hear the dragon's roar from the sky.
And as the pillar of light rapidly spread, the originally pitch-black night sky suddenly brightened like day, muffled thunder echoed across the sky, and lightning snakes tore through the dark sky, as if it were the end of the world.
When the terrifying thunder dragons above, spitting out heavenly retribution imbued with terrifying energy, were about to unleash divine punishment,
In a trance, a colossal blood-red demon god seemed to appear below, its majestic and powerful body covered in ancient armor.
In its hand, it held a katana about fifty meters long, seemingly burning with red demonic flames.
Even when facing world-destroying events, it showed no retreat in the face of heavenly thunder, its imposing aura alone was enough to inspire dread.
A crimson, sharp slash that tore through the sky shot straight up from the ground, containing an indomitable spirit of "vowing to be equal to heaven." The mere sword wind generated instantly shattered all the glass in the surrounding tall buildings.
"The sky, the sky has been cut open!!!"
The Jujutsu Sorcerer looked at the sky, which was directly split in two, and all opened their mouths wide, not knowing what to say.
Even though it was night, the scene of the thunder dragons being decapitated was still so clearly visible, and the blade was so terrifying that it seemed to have split the entire sky.
The surging sea of clouds, split in two from the middle, gave people a strong visual impact.
Only the terrifying residual Cursed Energy fluctuations in the sky reflected that what had just happened was real, not an illusion.
The important figures of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association The Higher-Ups had already entered the Stargazing Platform, detecting this unimaginable Cursed Technique feast.
The experienced old-timers also discovered that it was the birth of an extraordinary Special Grade Cursed Tool, which caused such an earth-shshattering commotion.
"Find out what exactly happened!"
"Damn, is the commotion that big?"
The instigator who caused this huge commotion had long since "fled."
No sooner had Kenmyo left than nearly twenty to thirty black-clad Jujutsu Sorcerer appeared at the spot he had just stood, all of them Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Good heavens, you guys aren't helping Gojo Satoru, you're all slacking off here.
Kenmyo realized that the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association was full of slackers like Kusakabe, leaving everything to the workhorse Gojo.
Kenmyo himself hadn't expected the commotion to be so big, but fortunately, his Cursed Tool was indeed successfully refined in the end.
"That really took some effort."
This was also the first time he had openly exploited a loophole in the warhammer simulator.
At this moment, Kenmyo's left palm was entangled by several slender golden chains, which were watch chains.
Below the watch chains was a pocket watch-shaped object about three centimeters in diameter, its edges polished smooth as a mirror, and the dial was covered with many strange, tiny patterns. These patterns looked quite profound and mysterious, with craftsmanship so fine it was breathtaking.
Under the moonlight, the exterior of this pocket watch also emitted a faint golden, glazed light.
Lucky of Atonement
Creator: Kenmyo
Quality: Gold
Category: Special Equipment (Unnotarized)
Durability: 56/56
Equipment Requirement: Kenmyo's bound equipment, usable only by the host.
Note: Cannot be lent out.
Equipment Effect 1: Fortune (Passive), Seizes the luck of other humans defeated or killed, and stores the luck within 'Lucky of Atonement'.
Hint: Luck stored 0%. (Maximum storage 120%)
When the minute hand on the dial completes one rotation, 100% is stored, and the hour hand will then jump, representing one storage of [Strong Luck].
Equipment Effect 2: Strong Luck (Active), Releases the luck stored within 'Little Luck', consumes 1 durability point, during which the holder's luck attribute +3, effect lasts for 2 minutes.
If 'Lucky of Atonement' is not fully stored with luck, 1200 points will be paid instead of luck. (Current equipment is unnotarized, so unavailable)
Hint: Strong Luck (Active) cooldown is 1 natural day.
Equipment Effect 3: All or Nothing (Active), Can clear all durability of this equipment, at which point the equipment is damaged. It can forcibly reverse a fatal judgment when life is in danger.
Hint: This effect is only valid when durability is above 95%.
Rating: No rating yet as it is unnotarized.
Description: Although it is a roughly made work, it is still very good as a practical piece of equipment.
After reading the attributes of this equipment, one should understand why it caused a celestial phenomenon and terrified the entire Jujutsu World.
Firstly, it must be evil, otherwise, how could it cause a commotion even more outrageous than that caused by the heinous and intolerable Cursed Womb: Death Painting?
It is equivalent to plundering others' Fortune for one's own use, and it requires the path of slaughter, which doubles the demonic nature of this equipment.
Therefore, heaven and earth do not allow such a Cursed Tool to be born!
But for the user, there are no such taboos as 'this is not allowed' or 'that is not allowed'.
It can simply be described as luxurious.
Especially in terms of the generosity in luck attributes, Kenmyo could even exclaim, "Boss is generous!"
Shigeta Haruta, though he deserved to die, finally did one good thing; his Cursed Technique was made into a piece of equipment with excellent attributes.
He deserved his death.
Although he can only be a true man for two minutes.
But in those two minutes, Kenmyo's luck value at least doubled.
Do not underestimate the effect of even a tiny bit of luck, otherwise, why would they say that opportunities are fleeting?
Moreover, this thing isn't only useful in combat. Although Kenmyo doesn't have any treasure chests to open right now, if he were to draw Simulation worlds in the warhammer simulator, it would also depend on luck.
Kenmyo stroked his beardless chin, contemplating the effects of this equipment.
By killing enemies, he can plunder others' luck to activate the second active effect of the equipment, [Strong Luck].
Even if it can't be fully accumulated, points can be used for payment, which is unexpectedly thoughtful. Although this function cannot be used in this timeline for now, knowing it in advance is very necessary.
Therefore, if Kenmyo wants to try the effect of this equipment, he must kill people.
What a pity, Kenmyo originally wanted to take a good rest, after all, he had finally come to the future and didn't want to see blood.
However, the parameters of this equipment must be thoroughly tested in actual combat.
For example, how much luck value can killing a Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer fill in that equipment?
What is the difference between Grade 2, Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, different grades of Cursed Spirits, and humans?
These are all things Kenmyo can accomplish and achieve in this world.
He's done here, so he won't need to make the same attempts back in his own timeline.
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Kenmyo looked towards the tallest tower in the Shibuya area.
Even without Cursed Energy covering his eyes, he could see the dense Cursed Energy fluctuations over there; it was practically teeming with demons and monsters.
If he wasn't mistaken, that several-hundred-story building was completely packed with Cursed Spirits, stuffed full by who-knows-who.
Just looking at it made him nauseous.
"First stop, that place."
For the second stop, Kenmyo had also decided: it would be inside the Curtain, where the number of Cursed Spirits was even greater than all the Cursed Spirits in that building's floors combined.
Moreover, Kenmyo sensed not just one Special Grade Cursed Spirit within that Curtain, but also one A-grade and several B-grade peak ones.
Let's start with some appetizers.
And at this moment, at the very top of the building Kenmyo considered his first stop—
There was a large letter 'H' there, a helipad used by the company's president for travel.
The night wind howled, but three people still stood there.
One looked like a middle-aged man, while the other two were elderly.
One was an old woman, and the other was an old man.
The old woman seemed very old, hunched over, but the old man, on the other hand, looked full of vigor.
He had a tuft of hair on top of his head, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, looking a bit comical.
Speaking of which, these three really did look a bit like a comedy group.
But in reality, they were once renowned Curse Users in the dark world, masters who were active over 30 years ago.
"Speaking of which,"
The old man walked to the edge of the building, leaning down to observe the city.
"Among us, isn't our position on the outer perimeter of the Curtain the most conspicuous?"
The youngest among them, the Punk-Rock-Haired uncle with a mohawk, slowly said.
"But even if they found us, it would be difficult to approach, right?"
"True, after all, the lower city is packed with so many Transfigured Humans."
The old man felt a little relieved hearing his words, shrugging his shoulders and starting to self-persuade with an indifferent tone.
Transfigured Humans refer to those who were once living people, but were transformed by a certain Special Grade Cursed Spirit into hideous, irrational monsters, essentially cannon fodder.
Only the weakest guys would feel smug about defeating a Cursed Spirit transformed from a human. Yes, I'm talking about a certain jock; it's impressive that guy could fight a locust Cursed Spirit for so long.
"Our spot is pretty good."
The old man said with a relaxed tone, hands on his hips.
"The enemy definitely won't be able to come up anytime soon."
But no sooner had the old man finished speaking...
A loud explosion suddenly came from the very bottom floor of the building, and the tremor from this explosion almost shook the entire building.
The few old folks on the rooftop, with their old bones, nearly fell. Especially if the old woman fell, it would definitely be serious.
"What happened?"
The old man grimaced.
Why was his mouth like it had been blessed? Something happened right after he spoke.
"I don't know."
At this moment, in the lobby on the first floor, Kenmyo was there to test the luck-stealing ability of the pocket watch in his hand.
So he started directly from the first floor and gradually began to clear his way up.
Now, the entire first floor of the building had completely transformed into a world of ice and snow, with rock-hard ice sculptures everywhere.
They had various expressions, but one thing was certain: all these Cursed Spirits had found peace.
"How is it only one percent moved?"
Kenmyo took out his pocket watch and looked at the minute hand; it had only just jumped to the next position.
Kenmyo had just frozen about 120 Cursed Spirits, but these 120 only slightly filled 1% of his luck.
This ratio seemed unexpectedly low.
But regarding this question, one doesn't even need to think too hard; the result should be obvious.
They were all captured to become Transfigured Humans, placed here, and then encountered Kenmyo.
How much luck could these unlucky souls possibly have?
They were simply utterly unlucky, alright.
Kenmyo knew there was a hollow, high-ceilinged area in the middle that could lead straight to the highest point.
So, he went there.
"There really are quite a lot."
As soon as Kenmyo looked up, he saw layer upon layer, continuously stacking upwards, with each floor displaying crimson pupils, full of bloodthirsty gazes, staring at him without reservation.
"Zero point three seconds."
That was Kenmyo's mental estimate of how long these wastes could collectively obstruct him.
Six slender, magnificent ice-element wings slowly unfolded behind Kenmyo. His entire body was bent like a spring accumulating kinetic energy, and then all the wings flapped simultaneously in almost an instant.
"What happened?!"
The three Curse Users on the rooftop were still helping each other, but before they could stand firm, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth waves of impact were continuously spreading upwards from below.
The power supply was also cut, and the lights extinguished upwards, one by one.
Kenmyo shot up like an arrow released from a bow, soaring into the sky. With each powerful flap of his wings, the tempered glass on the corresponding floors shattered completely.
So the old folks on the top floor were truly not having a pleasant experience right now; instead, they felt a sense of trepidation, reminiscent of their youth.
When all sounds quieted down, only one possibility remained: the intruder had arrived before them from the ground.
The door, which had been locked for safety, now flew directly towards them.
"Boom—"
The deformed steel door, still retaining its momentum, slammed into the distance outside, falling down to the floors below.
Kenmyo pushed aside the deformed doorframe, walked out from inside, and greeted them.
"Didn't expect it to be three old geezers."
The old fellows exchanged glances, knowing that the newcomer was not to be trifled with.
The old man spoke first.
"I'll stall for time; you activate that Cursed Technique!"
He said this to the old woman; she should understand what he meant. This young man in front of them was not someone they could handle.
So they had to use their trump card.
Without further ado, the old woman took out a string of prayer beads and sat cross-legged on the ground, while the punk-rock middle-aged uncle guarded her like a bodyguard.
At this moment, only the old man had the time to block Kenmyo.
"Just hold him off for three minutes."
The old man was constantly assessing the gap between himself and the enemy.
"Bring it on, kid."
This old man's Cursed Technique was specifically designed to deal with strong opponents, so he had some confidence in stalling for time.
The old man was still swaying left and right, taking small, quick steps.
"Pfft."
The sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping, so terrifying, was particularly harsh in the quiet night sky.
"Huh?"
Why do I see my own body?
The old man suddenly saw a headless corpse wearing his clothes in his line of sight, with a large amount of fresh blood gushing from the severed neck.
While the old man was rambling, Kenmyo went straight over and gently twisted his head off.
"Old geezer talks too much, huh?"
With your old bones and legs, you think you can stop him for three minutes.
Kenmyo held the head, tossing it up and catching it repeatedly.
"But his luck is pretty good."
This old man contributed 3% to him in one go, indicating he was an old geezer who could have lived to retirement, but unfortunately, he met him.
"Two more."
"Hmm?"
Kenmyo noticed that after he killed her teammate, the old woman's chanting speed increased by about 40% or more.
"How could I let you succeed?"
Although he didn't know what Cursed Technique the old woman was using, it was better not to waste extra effort on something he could easily slaughter.
So Kenmyo's entire body assumed a throwing posture, and he directly hurled the head in his hand towards the old woman.
It was just a head, but in his hand, it was like a cannonball.
Therefore, the punk-rock middle-aged man faced it as a formidable enemy, wanting to intercept that thing, which was like a killer volleyball, beforehand.
But the difference in strength was so great that it was impossible to intercept.
The head in Kenmyo's hand directly blew off the old woman's head with one hit, and another headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.
"Hehe, good aim."
However, the old woman, having already foreseen her death, simply sacrificed all her remaining life force, instantly reducing her casting time by more than 50%.
In other words, a certain Cursed Technique had already been completed before her head exploded.
"It's up to you, grandson."
The old woman said weakly.
Her Cursed Technique had been completely transferred to her grandson.
"I know, Grandma."
Before the punk-rock man could grieve, he directly pulled out a tiny, fingernail-sized glass bottle from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and bit it open.
"His aura changed?"
Kenmyo was slightly startled. When he saw the punk-rock middle-aged uncle's face increasingly resembling the familiar face in his memory—
His previously unenthusiastic face suddenly broke into a smile.