Thinking of this, Kenjaku swept his eyes over all the people and revealed an extremely ferocious smile.
"It seems that the thousand year old plan will have to begin ahead of schedule."
As he spoke, he squatted down and placed his hands on the ground.
As an ancient sorcerer who had lived for a thousand years, he had long prepared for the worst, even before the Shibuya Incident.
In exchange for providing a thousand artificial cursed spirits, he had obtained a fragment of Mahito's soul, thus mastering the [Idle Transfiguration].
"Idle Transfiguration—Activate."
As he finished speaking, the palm of his hand pressed against the ground, emitting a blinding glow.
In an instant, a massive formation spread beneath his feet.
As the purple light flared, obscure and ancient runes illuminated the ground.
Everyone sensed an ominous presence and instinctively looked up at the sky.
Lightning flashed through the darkness as a formation of runes covered the entire city.
A deep, ancient bell rang across Shibuya.
Then, a wave of cursed energy engulfed the land, accompanied by thousands of overlapping, bloodcurdling screams that pierced the ears of all present.
Cursed spirits that had slumbered for millennia erupted from the ground, ready to feast on humanity.
Ordinary people faced the brink of extinction.
Across Japan, people screamed in terror.
With his work done, Kenjaku shed the gentle mask of Geto.
His expression turned purely malicious, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained cruelty.
"Well, Pandora's box has been opened."
"The cursed spirits I sealed away a thousand years ago have been released."
"And those sorcerers who formed contracts with me centuries ago will soon awaken."
"They will overturn the world itself!"
At the same time, a black gate materialized behind him, and Kenjaku tossed the Prison Realm toward Yuki.
"If you want Gojo back, then participate in the greatest game in history."
"As for the name of this game… I call it the Culling Games!"
Finally, Kenjaku cast a deep glance at Kazuma, then smirked at the still-dormant Sukuna and declared, "With your strength at only fifteen fingers, you can't kill Kazuma, let alone defeat Gojo. If you change your mind, we can work together."
"I know you can hear me, Sukuna."
"Now, let it be known—The Heian Era, the golden age of Jujutsu, has returned!"
With one last wicked grin, he vanished into the darkness.
At that moment, every sorcerer present fell into deep thought.
Would the golden age of Jujutsu truly return?
And what was the greatest game of all time, Culling Games?!
Yuki seriously said, "This is bad."
As a special-grade sorcerer, she could vaguely sense the world shifting on a massive scale.
Who was this person inhabiting Geto Suguru's body?
How could he be so powerful?
Kazuma landed on the ground, deep in thought.
From above, he had seen it all—Shibuya was now teeming with cursed spirits.
Even though Kenjaku had failed to consume Mahito's true soul, the technique had still activated.
If his memory served correctly, this ritual's completion would bring forth many formidable sorcerers.
He understood what Culling Games meant.
Yuta had once defeated four elite fighters single-handedly.
Also, the gambling prodigy Hakari was in a battle against Kashimo—the strongest sorcerer of four hundred years ago.
Then came the inevitable clash between Jujutsu High and Sukuna…
And one by one, the pieces would fall into place.
"Watch out!"
Just as Kazuma was deep in thought, Jogo and Uraume launched a sudden attack.
A frozen barrier sealed off Kazuma's escape, while Jogo summoned flames to engulf him.
Yet Kazuma remained unshaken, activating Kamui.
Their attacks passed straight through his body without leaving a scratch.
As the smoke cleared, an overwhelming wave of cursed energy erupted from Kazuma, sweeping over everyone.
Kazuma frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to Uraume, who was now kneeling on one knee, bowing deeply toward Sukuna in reverence.
So that was their true intention—this attack was never meant to harm him. Their goal was to awaken Sukuna.
Now that Kazuma had lost control of the Tsukuyomi Space, external factors could influence Sukuna once more.
"Yo, wake up. How was the experience?"
Kazuma showed no concern for Sukuna's potential rage and even teased him.
One thing was certain—Sukuna's fury meant Tsukuyomi had tormented him greatly.
He was simply too prideful to admit it.
Sukuna reached out and gently touched Uraume's head.
Uraume squinted in delight, her expression that of a loyal pet basking in its master's affection.
Jogo's jaw nearly dropped.
He had never imagined that the once-imposing, ice-cold Uraume could turn into such a docile, eager-to-please servant with just a pat on the head.
"Sukuna-sama, a thousand years have passed… I have longed for your return."
Uraume's face flushed with excitement and she said, "It is my greatest honor to serve you again!"
Sukuna said, "Hmph. You have always been the most loyal."
Sukuna's crimson gaze shifted toward Kazuma, his lips curling into a murderous grin.
"Wait until I turn him into minced meat. Then, I'll enjoy your cooking once more."
With that, Sukuna fixed his gaze on Kazuma.
If looks could kill, Kazuma would have died a hundred times over.
"Your genjutsu was quite amusing. If you had existed a thousand years ago, it might not have been so easy for me to wipe out all those sorcerers."
"But in the end, that was nothing. To me, pain is nothing more than a tickle."
Kazuma sneered, "Then open your eyes and say that again."
"Or… is the King of Curses too weak to handle a little dust?"
If Tsukuyomi was just a 'tickle', then why had he kept all four eyes shut?
So even Sukuna had his limits, huh?
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing Kazuma's taunt, Yuki burst out laughing.
This Kazuma guy really had a knack for making people furious.
If one looked closely, Sukuna's face was already turning an unhealthy shade of purple from sheer rage.
What an interesting guy!
She definitely has to ask him what kind of women his type is later.
"Sukuna-sama, please don't fall for his provocation!"