Patient: Kenjaku. Age: 1148. Gender: Unknown. Doctor: Kenmyo (Acting). Medical Record: Suspected severe psychosis. Enjoys impersonating the dead before beginning role-play, which has caused considerable disturbance. Recommendation: Perform a Lobotomy to remove the lesion while implanting the Butcher's Nails.
The "Lobotomy" treats conditions including schizophrenia, clinical depression, and certain anxiety disorders. Its inventor even won the highest medical award for developing this surgery.
However, this does not prevent the surgery from being one of the darkest and most terrifying procedures in human history, its cruelty surpassing the limits of human reason and cognition, because post-surgery, patients often exhibit mental infantilism (cerebral palsy, intellectual disability).
Especially in the hands of Kenmyo, it is far more than a simple replication; in the eyes of medical experts, it has already surpassed the scope of the original surgery and become a horrific torture.
Although Kenmyo practically wanted to devour his blood and consume his flesh, if someone were to say his methods were vicious and unlike treating a living person—bullshit, setting aside the matter—it is simply slander!
In the eyes of a physician, the doctor-patient relationship is pure and involves no other messy special connections.
It is simply that, in Kenmyo's view, this patient is gravely ill, and the condition is severe, necessitating drastic measures.
Of course, in return, Kenmyo could conveniently obtain the information he wanted and properly "host" this patient.
The fact that he even used the highly precious Butcher's Nails proves how much importance he places on Kenjaku. Ordinary people are not qualified to want this thing.
This is Kenmyo's special care.
The Butcher's Nails is a special surgical Psychic Implant that Kenmyo accidentally discovered while serving as an Inquisitor in the Heresy Inquisition.
It is a Psychic Surgical Implant originating from Nuceria in the Warhammer World.
It is also something similar to a Lobotomy, capable of replacing the excised material and performing the same function.
It is the signature decoration of "Kǎn Wáng" Angron, one of the six traitor Primarchs among the twenty Primarchs of the the Imperium.
Since Kenmyo needed to perform a Lobotomy on this Kenjaku, wasn't this a perfect match?
Kenmyo was certain that the Butcher's Nails would help speed up the patient's recovery and benefit the patient's physical and mental health.
The Butcher's Nails is an extremely complex Psychic Surgical Implant. It is said that even the Tech-Priests who specifically treated The Emperor could not remove the Butcher's Nails without endangering Angron's life.
One can imagine how powerful this thing is.
What Kenmyo needed to do was naturally not that complex, but if he only pursued the original performance of the Butcher's Nails and did not aim for an ultimate 1:1 perfect reproduction, replicating it was not difficult.
Especially with the help of I Think Therefore I Am Power, Kenmyo could simply find a few materials and craft one by hand.
"Did Jujutsu High teach this back then?" Gojo Satoru was forced to stare dumbly as Kenmyo skillfully segmented the Kenjaku placed inside Suguru Geto's head, piece by piece.
The technique looked nothing like a first attempt; it was full of artistry.
Hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Kenmyo, whose mask was splattered with blood, pressed the button on the cutting tool in his hand.
"Don't misunderstand," Kenmyo replied with a light chuckle amidst the high-speed whirring of the rotary motor.
"I am just relatively skilled at being a human."
He then picked up the "nails" next to him, which were bundled together in the shape of numerous ropes, with sharp needles at the tips designed to pierce directly into the left and right hemispheres, replacing the function of the Kenjaku lobes.
Kenmyo merely placed his hand on it, seemingly imbuing the Butcher's Nails with life, its surface radiating a sinister red aura.
This move by Kenmyo was equally terrifying in the eyes of the onlookers, demonstrating the power to create Cursed Tools at will.
"Well then, it's time to insert this into the guy." Kenmyo stroked Kenjaku, whose Kenjaku lobe was already partially excised, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"It's okay, it will only hurt for a little bit."
The moment the Butcher's Nails was inserted into the Kenjaku, Kenjaku, who had just been paralyzed, instantly began to tremble violently as if suffering immense agony.
Then, a strange, piercing shriek howled out.
The pain and misery in that sound truly made anyone who heard it feel dread and chills.
It was unclear how a mere Kenjaku, without vocal organs, could scream so miserably.
This agonizing cry traveled directly from downstairs up to the floor above, reaching the two Cursed Spirits who were running frantically there, instantly sending a chill down their spines.
"That's Suguru Geto's scream."
At that moment, Mahito and Choso shared a single thought: "We absolutely cannot fall into that brat's hands."
Otherwise, life would truly be worse than death.
Those who knew would think it was surgery; those who didn't would think it was construction work.
Even after escaping the lowest underground floor, they could still hear the desperate wails coming from below.
But as Mahito and Choso ran, continuous sounds echoed from the distance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of walls being smashed was incessant, the lights flickering on and off.
Slowly, a pitch-black figure holding a blade emerged from the thick smoke, giving the impression of a blood-handed butcher from a horror movie.
The person who arrived was Fushiguro Toji.
"What's wrong, Cursed Spirits?" The man dragged the blade across the ground, the friction against the floor sparking like flint and steel, emitting a grating, sizzling sound that gave off an intense sense of pressure.
"Do you only know how to run?"
"Damn it!"
"He keeps pestering us."
The furious Mahito pressed his hands together, and his Cursed Technique immediately deployed.
Consequently, in the narrow corridor where Fushiguro Toji stood, powerful, pitch-black hands sprang out from nowhere, attacking from all directions.
Their sharp fingertips were like blades, seemingly intent on tearing Fushiguro Toji to shreds.
But Fushiguro Toji didn't even use his blade; instead, he tossed the weapon in his hand up toward the ceiling.
He grinned, as if mocking his opponents' overestimation of their own abilities.
Then, he stomped his foot, and his terrifying strength instantly created a depression in the ground.
A considerable amount of concrete fragments briefly sprayed up into the air.
For a moment, the air was filled with these small stones.
Fushiguro Toji then quickly flicked these stones, instantly accelerating the fragments.
Although they were small, with Fushiguro Toji's enhancement, they were no less powerful than a punch from an average Jujutsu Sorcerer.
When the small stones enhanced by Fushiguro Toji struck the black hands, they were instantly obliterated as if hit by large-caliber bullets, revealing the bones beneath.
Even the bones could not be spared from being shattered, finally embedding themselves deep into the adjacent wall.
Fushiguro Toji's speed was extremely fast, many times quicker than the attacking arms.
His two hands continuously swung back and forth in the air, creating afterimages, more unbelievable than the Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
Before long, the arms were all pulverized into meat paste by the stones accelerated by Fushiguro Toji, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of residual Cursed Energy.
Just then, the Soul Eater Blade, which Fushiguro Toji had thrown into the air earlier, finally dropped in front of him and was caught steadily in his hand.
"Is that even a human?"
Fushiguro Toji hadn't even broken a sweat. He had fired a total of eighty-eight projectiles in a very short amount of time.
This miraculous technique made people marvel at how powerful Fushiguro Toji's body was.
"Mahito, go! Leave this place to me."
"What exactly is the deal with this human?"
Honestly, the two Cursed Spirits thought Kenmyo appearing was already outrageous, but they didn't expect his subordinate to be equally unbelievable.
His martial arts were astonishing.
"Blood Manipulation, Inner Technique!" Choso, his face pale, pressed his palms together and aimed at Fushiguro Toji.
His heart beat at an extremely fast rate, and a blood-red beam shot out from the center of his palms.
"Convergence!"
This is a move that pressurizes blood, compressing it to its limit.
The power generated by pressurizing the blood, compressing it to a single point, and then reinforcing it with Cursed Energy is no less than a bullet fired from an Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifle.
Of course, the primary function is its cutting power, similar to a high-pressure water jet used to cut stone.
However, there are risks for the user as well: the Cursed Technique can cause blood clots. A slight misstep can cause blood vessels to burst, with cerebral hemorrhages being common.
The blood-red beam, arrowhead-shaped at its tip, shot toward Fushiguro Toji.
But Fushiguro Toji seemed completely unfazed; he simply raised the blade in his hand and chopped directly at the projectile.
When the two collided, they made a crisp clanging sound, like metal blades striking each other.
The originally straight projectile was split in two by the blade in Fushiguro Toji's hand, and the immense destructive power created two large holes in the tiles on either side.
"He used only one hand!" Choso's eyes widened, staring blankly at the scene before him.
Just how outrageous this man was, only he himself truly knew.
"Hey, you guys over there, can't you put in more effort!"
Fushiguro Toji yawned, feeling bored.
"Fighting with you guys is so uninteresting."
Choso, the eldest son among the Special Grade Cursed Objects, the Cursed Womb: Death Painting, was more skilled in physical combat than Cursed Techniques. His blood flow accelerated, allowing him to accumulate greater power in his muscles, generating immense destructive force.
But his amateurish skills probably wouldn't last a few minutes in front of his opponent.
Mahito, however, could use his Cursed Technique to change his physical form and escape quickly.
So Choso wanted to stay behind and cover their retreat.
At least one of them had to survive and spread the true hope. If the King of Curses was revived, then all current situations would be overthrown.
"No, I'll stop him."
Mahito shook his head.
"His abilities are 99% derived from his physical body."
"You should know my Cursed Technique, right?"
Mahito's Cursed Technique, Idle Transfiguration, changes the physical body by altering the soul. All those Transfigured Humans on the surface were his handiwork.
Moreover, this guy had another extremely buggy characteristic: complete immunity to physical attacks.
Ordinary attacks couldn't break his defense at all.
Therefore, Mahito could easily slaughter close-combat Jujutsu Sorcerer.
The only problem was Fushiguro Toji's zero Cursed Energy, which left Mahito helpless.
He had just treated someone else who was also deeply affected by Heavenly Restriction, making them essentially unable to touch the air.
Mechamaru sacrificed his physical body in exchange for a vast Cursed Technique range and Cursed Energy output exceeding his own strength.
It was likely that this person in front of him, like the little girl from the Zenin Family Mahito had seen before, had exchanged Cursed Energy for a powerful physical body.
That's why he possessed such an abnormally strong physique.
"How wonderful~"
But the more this was the case, the more it ignited his desire to win. Destroying other people's bodies was undoubtedly his favorite thing to do.
For such an enemy, it wasn't that Mahito looked down on Choso, but honestly, if Choso could last five minutes, Mahito would consider him impressive.
So instead of being hunted down by Fushiguro Toji again, it was better for Mahito to have a proper fight with him, a real, no-holds-barred battle.
Moreover, Mahito had fought with Sukuna's vessel before and knew that he was just someone with decent punching and kicking skills, akin to a strong passerby.
Even Choso could easily defeat that brat, and then all nineteen of Sukuna's fingers could be fed to him at once.
That way, Sukuna could retake control of that brat's body and achieve resurrection.
What Mahito needed to do was to hold off this physically powerful man until Choso found Sukuna's vessel, giving him time to complete his mission.
"Mahito..."
Choso watched as Mahito raised his hand and fiercely plunged it into his own heart, then pulled out a blood-stained bundle. It was covered in seals, so not a trace of Cursed Energy leaked out.
This was something only Mahito could do, which was why Suguru Geto had him hide Sukuna's nineteen fingers in his chest.
They wouldn't be discovered by anyone.
Mahito was an excellent private safe, and a living one at that.
"The rest is up to you."
Choso only reacted after Mahito shoved the bundle into his hand.
He nodded heavily, no longer refusing, and said,
"I understand."
"What's wrong?"
Fushiguro Toji had initially thought the scar-faced man was trying to commit suicide when he saw him plunge his hand into his heart and then fiercely pull something out.
"Suicide?"
Unexpectedly, he pulled something out and handed it to his companion. It seemed that the package was the reason they wanted to leave.
"No, that won't do."
Fushiguro Toji shook his head, raised the blade in his hand, and charged forward.
"I'm going to keep both of you here."
Fushiguro Toji's speed was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Choso, intending to intercept the transaction they had just completed.
On Kenmyo's side, he had plunged the Butcher's Nails into Kenjaku's interior and was now holding an instrument connected to his fingers, reading the memories within that Kenjaku.
Although he had a compulsory Psychic Spell similar to soul-searching, there was a risk of burning out the Kenjaku in front of him.
If it burned out, everything would be gone, so what would be the point of capturing this person?
If it was just for venting, Kenmyo had already had his fill during the surgery. This Kenjaku here was just bearing the karma for the bastard in his own timeline.
In Kenmyo's own timeline, that Kenjaku was still at large.
So Kenmyo had to obtain all of this guy's information, then return to his own timeline to execute justice.
If the bastard at large in his timeline didn't suffer a thousand times more terrifying pain than this one, Kenmyo felt he wouldn't be doing right by his sister.
At that time, he wouldn't need to have any scruples; he could directly inflict the most terrifying humanitarian destruction on the opponent.
So for now, Kenmyo could only restrain himself and use some gentler methods, which was to implant the Butcher's Nails and then read the internal thoughts.
If an Inquisitor of the Inquisition knew that the Butcher's Nails was considered a relatively gentle method, the prisoner would probably commit suicide before being interrogated.
As for why Gojo Satoru next to him hadn't been released yet, it was because Kenmyo didn't want to destroy the Prison Realm through violent means.
Gojo Satoru's comical appearance had already sufficiently demonstrated the Prison Realm's ability, making Kenmyo feel that destroying this item would be a great pity.
The absolute forced reduction of Cursed Energy to zero was enough for this Cursed Tool to be deified.
Kenmyo didn't just want a workbench that wouldn't make people struggle so much!
Instead, Kenmyo had two Prison Realms, usually stored in his system's backpack, to be taken out and used when needed.
When the enemy thought Kenmyo only had one Prison Realm, he would pull out a second one.
So how would Gojo Satoru be released?
Kenmyo planned to control Suguru Geto's body, just like Kenjaku, to make the Prison Realm Failure and unseal Gojo Satoru.
The opening and closing of the Prison Realm could only be decided by its holder; no one else had the right to interfere.
Even the Prison Realm's backdoor on Tengen's side still required him, the front door holder, to complete the authorization before people could be released from there.
Although Kenmyo didn't have the Heavenly Restriction, which nullifies all Cursed Techniques, he possessed a dagger made from the Sisters of Silence's bones. That item actually had the same functionality as the former, just more overbearing.
The two Cursed Spirits that escaped above should be handled by Fushiguro Toji alone.
However, Kenmyo was still a bit curious: what exactly was the ability of that Cursed Spirit covered in stitch marks?
It actually gave him a faint thought that he seemed to really need that spirit to become his subordinate.
That is, in the state of a Cursed Energy ball.
Kenmyo was busy with Kenjaku, so he couldn't check their exact situation.
That bastard uncle was over there.
"I hope Fushiguro Toji doesn't kill the Cursed Spirits too thoroughly; I still need to absorb them."
So, Kenmyo would now see how many secrets this guy, who occupied Suguru Geto's head, truly held.
"Hmm? It's locked."
Kenmyo's consciousness had invaded the Kenjaku in his hand.
But now, what lay before him was a pitch-black door, seemingly locked very tightly, not moving at all.
"The old geezer is quite cautious."
There was no other way; throughout Kenjaku's long life, he had encountered too many Jujutsu Sorcerer who could read minds. So, to avoid having his memories and thoughts read by these people, Kenjaku had locked his own Kenjaku.
"That won't stump me."
Kenmyo felt he didn't even need to act. He just silently recited in his mind,
"Butcher's Nails."
"Activate!"
Immediately, in this pitch-black thought space, a dozen drill-like ropes appeared, constantly drilling inward.
The Butcher's Nails were originally special instruments that directly acted on the mind, especially effective against abilities like mental locks.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to drive even a Primarch mad with just a simple psychic external device.
Kenmyo bet that the door in front of him wouldn't last long before being drilled through by these drills.
Look, it had just touched the iron-black door and was immediately drilled through.
Kenmyo pushed open the door and walked in.