Deep underground in the Tomb Chamber,
In a secret chamber, a figure dressed in a white kimono, with a cylindrical, wood-like head, four eyes neatly arranged on it, and a stiff face that seemed incapable of showing emotion, stood silently.
It was hard to believe that this unknown entity was alive, but she was Tengen from a future timeline.
She stood in front of a mummy that had completely split in two, lost in thought.
This was a "Sokushinbutsu," a Buddhist monk who, a thousand years ago, knowing his end was near, would fast, eat only tree bark and fruits, and finally dry out to become a withered mummy.
However, the owner of this mummy had nothing to do with Buddhist monks; he committed all sorts of evil, murder and arson were commonplace for him.
Because if one looked closely at this mummy, they would find that it actually had four arms, and those four arms were empty, without a single finger.
Yes, this characteristic was particularly similar to Ryomen Sukuna.
In fact, this was indeed Ryomen Sukuna's body, which had been buried deep underground in the Tomb Chamber for over a thousand years since his power was split into twenty parts.
The scene before them conveyed a clear message. After a long while, this old, withered thing finally uttered a dry sentence from its mouth.
"Sukuna, actually…"
The tone was still incredibly incredulous, and Tengen's previously calm expression suddenly became extremely solemn.
And on the battle-scarred battlefield, as the bloody mist dissipated and the light faded, returning to peace.
The once ferocious Ryomen Sukuna had completely transformed, making it impossible to imagine how terrifying he had been originally.
The previously violent four-armed monster was now withered all over, like an oil lamp that had run out of fuel, appearing as a dark brown, translucent amber.
And all the anomalies produced by the corruption rituals from the Plague Lord Nurgle had completely disappeared.
However, the pits and holes from the flesh mutation on Ryomen Sukuna's body were still there, so there was a big hole here and a big hole there.
In his current state, let alone using Reverse Cursed Technique, he could die on the spot in the next second, merely clinging to his last breath.
Speaking of historical records, the Buddhist monk who was the predecessor of the Prison Realm was also in this posture before his nirvana.
Kenmyo slowly walked up to the faint Ryomen Sukuna, stood there, and raised his blade, preparing to cut off his head.
Ryomen Sukuna looked like a gaunt old man, as if this was his original appearance. He tried hard to widen his cloudy eyes, wanting to get a good look at the young man before him.
"Kid. What's your name?"
But before Ryomen Sukuna could speak, he started coughing violently.
"Kenmyo."
Kenmyo said indifferently.
"Kenmyo, huh?"
Ryomen Sukuna received his final answer, and the expression on his face became incredibly peaceful.
"Thank you."
This was his last opponent in this life, the one who gave him the most exhilarating battle, and most importantly, Ryomen Sukuna had witnessed
What it looked like above the High Heavens?
"Is that so."
Although Ryomen Sukuna saying words of gratitude was unexpected for Kenmyo, the blade in his hand did not stop.
The battle would not end until the enemy stopped breathing.
Ryomen Sukuna's withered face was illuminated by the blade's gleam, and his life flashed before his eyes, quickly reviewing his invincible existence.
With a swish, a shriveled head was severed and rolled to the ground with a thud.
Before Ryomen Sukuna breathed his last, he left his final words.
"It was an honor to be your opponent."
"You're welcome."
He felt that he should have recorded that for Gojo Satoru to hear, what a pity.
Otherwise, if Gojo Satoru heard that his beloved Lord Sukuna had been subdued by Kenmyo, what kind of expression would he make?
Thinking of that coward, he felt unlucky.
Kenmyo forcefully flicked the blood from his blade onto the ground.
"You have killed a special unit: Ryomen Sukuna."
"points obtained: 800,000 points."
Note: This income is sharply reduced by more than 60%. Ryomen Sukuna was a Jujutsu Sorcerer who survived from a thousand years ago by using a special Cursed Technique, so part of his power has been depleted over the millennia.
Kenmyo knew that a certain old schemer, who had been hiding and secretly developing, was where the bulk of the points lay.
It was normal for Ryomen Sukuna, who had always been at the forefront, to have losses.
After all, this guy's twenty fingers had been scattered for a thousand years, and even now, he only managed to retrieve all of them from various sources, Curse Users, and Cursed Spirits.
One of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers could create a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, so it's easy to imagine that these things were highly sought after, convenient for immediate use.
It was almost like the Shikon Jewel.
You use a bit, I use a bit, everyone uses it, so it's inevitable that there would be some loss in the end.
Kenmyo took out Lucky of Atonement, and just now, he had also gained the luck from killing Ryomen Sukuna.
Lucky of Atonement
Creator: Kenmyo
Quality: Gold
Category: Special Equipment (Uncertified)
Durability: 56/56
Equipment Requirement: Kenmyo's bound equipment, usable only by the host.
Note: Cannot be lent out.
Equipment Effect 1: Fortune (Passive), Seize the luck of other humans defeated or killed. Luck will be stored in 'Lucky of Atonement'.
Hint: Luck stored 120%. (Maximum storage 120%)
It was indeed full.
Kenmyo had killed so many useless people before, but it was only about thirty percent, maybe even less; he hadn't looked closely then.
Ryomen Sukuna alone had instantly maxed out the luck storage of this equipment.
Just as Kenmyo had expected.
Putting everything else aside, the fact that Ryomen Sukuna could obtain those two terrifying Cursed Tools showed how incredible his luck was.
One Shinbu Kai was enough to cripple a Special Grade Cursed Spirit like Dagon, and the full counter of Fly Heaven almost took Gojo Satoru offline.
Unfortunately, both of these weapons were destroyed by the guy himself, unable to withstand the erosion of Ryomen Sukuna's terrifying plague power. Fly Heaven was even shattered into pieces, and Shinbu Kai was broken.
However, this brought Kenmyo good news: the existence of these two Cursed Tools. Such items could be legendary for millennia, but it was absurd that there was no information about them.
In his past timeline, these two Cursed Tools were completely ignored.
At that time, Kenmyo could snatch them, no, not snatch, but pick them up from the ground.
Kenmyo suddenly noticed a green light flickering in the palm of one of Ryomen Sukuna's headless hands. He walked over and picked it up.
It was about one-third the size of a grain of rice, so small that it would be missed if not for the green light it emitted.
"This is... Life Essence?"
Seeing the familiar appearance, he instinctively thought it was the welcome gift Kenmyo had once received from the Plague Lord Nurgle, each one evolving from the entire population of at least one planet.
But if it was just Ryomen Sukuna alone, it seemed unlikely that such a thing would drop.
After all, he was a single individual, not an entire entity, and his creation conditions were extremely harsh, making it improbable for it to be born so easily.
Kenmyo picked it up and observed it carefully, finding some slight differences.
The item in his hand now seemed to be of poorer quality and full of mottled impurities.
But undeniably, it was indeed some kind of life essence collective.
Fortunately, Kenmyo found that as soon as he picked it up, there was a description available.
Sukuna's Essence (Fragment)
Origin: Jujutsu World
Quality: Normal (Certifiable)
Description: Formed from the life essence of a strong individual in this world. Absorbing it can grant a portion of their power, with a 30% chance of awakening their Cursed Technique from when they were alive.
Hint: Not suitable for human consumption.
Recovery Price: 5000 points
From these attributes, this was similar to a Cursed Energy ball, and even after consumption, one could gain Ryomen Sukuna's power.
This was a pleasant surprise; Kenmyo had previously thought about making him his subordinate. But since his body and soul were completely contaminated by the plague power, that idea had to be abandoned.
However, if eating this thing could grant Ryomen Sukuna's power, then it would be just as good.
Kenmyo still needed to clean up the battlefield. After all, those two shattered Cursed Tools, he wondered if they still had any repair value.
Also, the traces of battle between Kenmyo and the plague-infected Ryomen Sukuna all needed to be dealt with.
And it had to be pollution-free disposal.
Because he knew the dangers of that thing better than anyone; if any ordinary person got even a drop of Ryomen Sukuna's blood, they would likely turn into a zombie immediately.
So, people in the distance saw the city, completely turned into ruins, swallowed by an endless sea of blood, and Ultimate Mechamaru, submerged deep within the blood sea, also gained many skyscraper city fragments as neighbors.
But just as Kenmyo was about to sink Ryomen Sukuna's remains along with the entire Shibuya, he suddenly detected a faint Cursed Technique fluctuation from within the corpse.
"You can only die surrounded by people."
Then a heartbeat sound came.
"Huh? No way."
Kenmyo had clearly seen that Ryomen Sukuna had been completely killed by him, and even the system notification had appeared.
So whose heartbeat was this?
It couldn't possibly be Ryomen Sukuna's, could it?
Kenmyo stepped forward and punched the skeleton, and immediately a pink-haired child fell out.
"A child?"
Kenmyo said, puzzled.
The child was wearing loose clothes and was completely unconscious.
He seemed to vaguely remember this pink hair; when he saw him before, he was happily fighting a Cursed Spirit that was so weak he couldn't even describe it, like a grasshopper or a locust.
Kenmyo's first impression of him was that he wasn't very smart; what decent person would fight a Cursed Spirit in hand-to-hand combat without using Cursed Techniques?
So, this was the vessel for Ryomen Sukuna's incarnation; it was strange that he was still alive.
Kenmyo briefly examined the child's body and found nothing wrong except for extreme brain exhaustion.
"What a lucky guy."
So Kenmyo grabbed the child by the collar and vanished from the spot, leaving only a bottomless pit.
Perhaps only in people's memories would they know that it was once the location of Shibuya.
Rather than looking like it had experienced a nuclear explosion.
"First, I'll go find that slacker and get that Cursed Spirit."
Kenmyo had not forgotten the Cursed Spirit he had targeted, which was still with that old slacker Fushiguro Toji.
As for Fushiguro Toji losing to it, that was simply impossible.
Kenmyo had seen through his ability: Mahito's Cursed Spirit ability was soul manipulation, altering the essence of the flesh through touching the soul to cause mutations.
However, Fushiguro Toji's soul and body were not something that Mahito, a mere Special Grade Cursed Spirit, could restrain.
Heavenly Restriction was something even Kenmyo hadn't fully understood its workings yet, and moreover, the Soul Eater Blade's ability was a natural counter to that Cursed Spirit.
Soul Eater Blade: A Special Grade Cursed Tool that ignores physical defense and directly attacks the soul.
Kenmyo felt that Fushiguro Toji could easily chase and cut down Mahito.
And when Kenmyo removed the entire barrier that had been erected over Shibuya, everyone else knew that this decisive battle had ended in their ultimate victory. However, when they sent out an advance team into that area, everyone was stunned by the sight before them.
Shibuya city center had completely vanished, leaving only a giant crater, reaching approximately 400 meters at its deepest point.
Kenmyo had the Blood River devour all these things, so the consumption was quite thorough; it was impossible to discern what had originally remained.
"This is simply the power of a god."
A thought slowly arose in the hearts of those Jujutsu Sorcerer.
"Kenmyo."
Gojo Satoru had reattached his severed arm and stood there, witnessing this scene, which was also quite shocking.
Even Gojo Satoru would have to use Purple to blast away this much earth for a long time, and it wouldn't be achieved in one go.
"Wow, I knew you were slacking off."
When Kenmyo and Suguru Geto followed their senses and found Fushiguro Toji, he was already far away in a yakiniku restaurant in Tokyo.
Since Kenmyo hadn't changed his appearance, he specifically checked the surveillance cameras outside before walking in.
Ironically, the TV was broadcasting that Shibuya had been completely evacuated due to a massive natural gas explosion.
However, the footage being broadcast was still of Shibuya before it entered a state of alert, still brightly lit.
But paper cannot wrap fire, and by tomorrow morning, people all over the world would know that the Shibuya area had disappeared.
The cabinet ministers in Neon must be in a terrible state, right?
The economic loss is estimated to reach four or five hundred billion US dollars.
Kenmyo, one of the perpetrators, thought maliciously.
"Boss, come eat with us."
Kenmyo walked over to Fushiguro Toji's side, and the slacking uncle immediately saw the bosses and invited them to sit down together.
This scoundrel has already ordered several plates of grilled meat, beef, pork, good heavens, all the expensive stuff.
Fushiguro Toji was currently devouring grilled beef tongue. Even when he saw his Boss arrive, he just kept eating.
Like a hungry ghost reincarnated.
Well, he really was a hungry ghost.
"Where's the Cursed Spirit?"
"Boss, the thing you asked for..."
Fushiguro Toji heard his Boss ask, so he stomped his foot hard.
"It's still alive and kicking, naturally."
Then a dull groan was heard, and Kenmyo also saw where the Cursed Spirit was.
Mahito had been carved into a square by Fushiguro Toji, with all unnecessary parts removed, leaving only its head.
From Mahito's inability to speak, it seemed Fushiguro Toji had even pulled out its tongue.
Just as he thought, Fushiguro Toji indeed tortured Mahito. The attribute counter was particularly evident in their case.
When Mahito saw the terrifying man walk in, the sorrowful expression on its face grew even deeper.
Everything had been settled.
Even it, the sole seedling of Cursed Spirits, could not escape.
"Boss, what's with that kid?"
Fushiguro Toji saw the pink-haired kid his Boss was carrying, and holding his chopsticks, he asked curiously.
Kenmyo placed the cooked meat from the grill onto his plate and ate it.
"I found him. Someone should be coming to pick him up soon."
Meanwhile, Kenmyo's hand under the table transformed Mahito into a Cursed Energy orb and put it away.
"Boss, you're capable of good deeds too."
Fushiguro Toji teased.
"Enough chatter, bring a few more plates of meat."
Kenmyo also felt a bit hungry. He didn't want to go back on an empty stomach.
He had already checked the Sands of Time on his way here. Kenmyo found that the hourglass-like object flowed faster as he progressed in changing this world.
If it were at the original flow rate, Kenmyo felt he could have stayed for about three more days.
But after his confrontation with Ryomen Sukuna, there was almost nothing left.
It could be the next second, or it could be ten minutes later.
Looking at the ravenous Fushiguro Toji, Kenmyo shook his head helplessly.
"Have you ever imagined what it would be like to have both a son and a daughter?"
Kenmyo suddenly asked.
Because the guy in front of him was still in an untamed state.
"Huh? What are you talking about, Boss?"
Fushiguro Toji took a fierce bite of a beef rib.
"At this point, nothing matters, right?"
Fushiguro Toji was just a departed spirit. Being able to see his son grow up safely and have one last meal before returning to hell was already the luckiest day in his unfortunate life.
"Is that so."
Kenmyo opened his phone and showed Fushiguro Toji a photo he had secretly taken.
"Look how happy you're smiling."
"This is... me?"
The bone Fushiguro Toji had in his mouth dropped onto the plate with a crisp sound.
His face was filled with disbelief.
Because Fushiguro Toji saw himself in the photo, leading two children.
The boy must be Megumi, and that little rascal was glaring at Fushiguro Toji, unwilling to show weakness, while he himself was also staring back, like a child competing.
The girl must be Tsumiki. Fushiguro Toji still recognized his adopted daughter; the girl was trying to mediate beside them.
Although the photo didn't at all show Fushiguro Toji smiling happily as Kenmyo claimed; instead, it even contained a hint of resentment.
"Fake, impossible."
Fushiguro Toji didn't believe it, even with the photo right in front of him.
"Mhm."
Kenmyo nodded. He picked up a napkin nearby and wiped his mouth.
"Toji, do you know why I'm so familiar with you?"
"Because in another world, you also worked for me."
"Another world?"
Fushiguro Toji was still immersed in the surprise of the photo, but then he was bewildered by his new Boss's words.
"You and I are not people of this era."
Kenmyo was particularly pleased to see the surprise on Fushiguro Toji's face.
It was because Fushiguro Toji always had such an arrogant look that made people want to punch him.
Kenmyo continued to explain.
"It's also because of certain reasons that we were summoned to this world."
After a moment of silence, Fushiguro Toji chuckled softly.
Fushiguro Toji took a deep breath and nonchalantly handed the phone back to Kenmyo.
Only then did everything make sense.
Why was his Soul Eater Blade with this young man?
And Kenmyo even gave him the feeling of being constantly manipulated.
He shook his head with a smile, speaking in a tone of 'disappointment in someone for failing to meet expectations'.
"Look at this guy, does he even look like a Sorcerer Killer anymore?"
"Lazy, frivolous, and even daring to take a kid out to play?"
He looks like a full-time stay-at-home dad, not a Sorcerer Killer at all.
How embarrassing.
But if Fushiguro Toji could control his sour tone, it would be better.
Fushiguro Toji only realized what he had missed all these years when he saw his children grown so big.
"Do you still want to fulfill that promise?"
Kenmyo had previously promised Fushiguro Toji release after everything was over.
But he remembered that Fushiguro Toji from his own world had given him a choice once.
Why not give him another chance to choose?
"If you stay, you might actually experience what it's like to be a grandfather."
"Look, your son is here."
Kenmyo gestured for Fushiguro Toji to look. It was already clear that the number of customers in the restaurant was visibly decreasing.
The surroundings became completely empty, with only their table remaining.
Not only Fushiguro Toji's son, Fushiguro Megumi, but also a large group from Tokyo Jujutsu High, such as Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, and people from the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, had all arrived.
Kenmyo had only lingered for a second at the surveillance camera near the entrance earlier, so it wasn't surprising that they managed to track him down.
"Hmph, never mind."
Fushiguro Toji took one last deep look at Fushiguro Megumi's complex expression, then finally shook his head.
"I hate kids the most."
"Little kids are annoying too."
"Is that so, I understand."
Kenmyo no longer forced the issue, and thus lifted the restriction that prevented Fushiguro Toji from dying.
Fushiguro Toji immediately felt a certain restraint on his body lift, and the heavy shackles were removed, leaving him incredibly light.
"I'm leaving first."
"Mhm."
Kenmyo didn't even look at Fushiguro Toji. He knew that after this farewell, this difficult guy would find a deserted corner to end his life.
Fushiguro Toji walked out alone, his hands in his pockets, ignoring the people from the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association and the crowd with his son.
He also never looked at Fushiguro Megumi one last time.
"Wait!"
Even hearing Fushiguro Megumi's words, Fushiguro Toji, with his head down, remained unmoved and continued walking outside.
"I told you to wait."
It was Fushiguro Megumi who walked out from the crowd, looking at the face he had even forgotten in his memories with a complex expression. He stepped forward and grabbed Fushiguro Toji's shoulder.
"Bastard Dad."
Although he added 'bastard,' the two words 'Dad,' which Fushiguro Toji had never heard before, still made him stop in his tracks.
"You always talk to yourself like this? Disappearing alone."
The previous conversation between father and son was Fushiguro Toji's monologue; he disappeared without giving Fushiguro Megumi a chance to speak.
"Will it be like this again?"
After a moment of silence, Fushiguro Toji finally answered.
"Because I'm just a scumbag, after all."
Fushiguro Toji brushed off his son's arm and walked straight out the door.
But before leaving, Fushiguro Toji glanced at Fushiguro Megumi, who was looking down, just like the little kid he was when Fushiguro Toji left home back then. As their figures overlapped...
"But..."
In the end, Fushiguro Toji still spoke some words he had hidden in his heart.
"I'm quite happy to see you've grown so big."
"Megumi."
After saying these words, Fushiguro Toji fled from the doorway as if escaping, completely losing his earlier composure.
"What an unforthcoming guy."
Kenmyo shook his head.
But he was also exceptionally easy to understand. Fushiguro Toji had never fulfilled his fatherly duties, so he naturally wouldn't expect his son to accept him, an irresponsible father.
Kenmyo didn't forget to smile and wave goodbye to Fushiguro Toji as he left the restaurant.
Seeing the subtle smile on Kenmyo's face, Fushiguro Toji grew even angrier, and his pace quickened as he left the restaurant.
As he walked among the crowd, at a distance from the restaurant,
Fushiguro Toji, without hesitation, raised the fork he had taken from the restaurant and stabbed it directly into his head.
The surrounding crowd screamed incessantly, and Fushiguro Toji, who had actively committed suicide by piercing his own head, saw that photo as the last thing in his mind.
Himself, walking openly in the sunlight with his children.
Truly, different people, different fates.
"To actually be able to watch a kid grow up."
Fushiguro Toji closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into complete darkness.
"Damn it!"
"I'm not envious at all."
Meanwhile, at the restaurant, Kenmyo, who had finished eating, also stood up.
His actions caused those from the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, who were explaining the benefits of joining the association to Kenmyo, to involuntarily take a step back.
"No matter how high your price, it has nothing to do with me."
"And that kid, he should be your former companion."
Kenmyo glanced at the Sands of Time, which was almost empty, and also walked out the door. This time, no one dared to stop him.
But as Kenmyo left, the sakura-haired kid's eyes opened a crack, his pupils a horrifying dark green, though no one noticed.
However, what this entity also didn't notice was that Kenmyo had placed a little trinket on Yuji Itadori.
"I've done everything I could."
And things I shouldn't have done.
Kenmyo could already feel the rejection from this place; he might leave here in a few seconds.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Kenmyo turned his head to see Gojo Satoru standing on the street with a complicated expression.
"Or are you even afraid to speak to me? Coward."
He raised his hand and could see his hand gradually becoming transparent.
"Thank you."
Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment before finally speaking.
"If you hadn't stopped Ryomen Sukuna, none of us would be alive."
Kenmyo did not reply.
"You hit me and cursed me earlier, and now I truly feel it was deserved."
Gojo Satoru recalled his situation at the time and immediately slapped himself in the face.
How much of a beast must he have been to say such things?
"I will make myself stronger."
Gojo Satoru performed a very standard 75-degree bow.
"So, thank you."
"Hmph."
Kenmyo merely snorted. In truth, by this point, he could no longer hear what the other person was saying, as he felt he had been completely separated from this world.
"One more thing!"
Kenmyo only managed to understand what Gojo Satoru wanted to say through lip-reading.
"Please don't let the tragedy of me and Geto happen again!"
When Gojo Satoru looked up again, the person in front of him had disappeared.
But the final promise, carried by the wind, still drifted into his ears.
"Idiot, isn't that obvious?"
"Even if you didn't say it, I would still do it."
Since Kenmyo knew the future, he wouldn't let this tragedy repeat itself.
When he opened his eyes again, looking up at the same night sky, and all his abilities had fully recovered,
Kenmyo knew he had returned, back to his own timeline.
"But why am I in the wilderness here?"
Kenmyo looked around, unsure of his location.
"Hmm?"
He suddenly sensed a fleeing figure ahead, and that Cursed Energy felt somewhat familiar.
Could he actually meet an acquaintance here?
So Kenmyo immediately walked over.
As he approached the figure, Kenmyo was somewhat stunned.
Because in the future timeline, he saw a very reliable and resolute man, but now, before him was just a pathetic guy, scared witless and scurrying around like a headless fly.
Kenmyo stepped forward and grabbed the thin figure's shoulder, forcing him to calm down.
"Nanami, what happened?"