"Domain Expansion, Idle Transfiguration!"
With the rhythm of the music echoing through the space, Kento Nanami activated Cursed Technique Disclosure without hesitation.
Through the most basic sure-hit effect, the rules of his domain were directly transmitted into Kenjaku's mind.
"A slot machine? A lottery with a one in two hundred and thirty-nine chance? A guaranteed win within thirty spins?"
Veins bulged faintly on Kenjaku's forehead.
In his thousand years of existence, he had never encountered something so absurd.
If he had to describe it in one word, it would be chaotic.
There was no sure-kill effect, no direct offensive technique, and no damage dealt to the opponent.
The only benefit was that if the jackpot was hit, Nanami would gain infinite cursed energy and an immortal body.
But the conditions were ridiculous.
Beside him, Dagon and Uro Takako exchanged looks of disbelief.
One in two hundred and thirty-nine?
At that point, opening the domain felt pointless.
"Huh? What's with those faces?"
Nanami's eye twitched as he spoke, clearly annoyed.
"We're on the same side. At least show some support."
"Boring."
Kenjaku dismissed it with a single word before suddenly appearing in front of Nanami and throwing a punch.
Boom.
At the edge of life and death, Nanami instinctively reinforced his abdomen with cursed energy just as the blow landed.
Even so, he was sent flying, crashing through multiple buildings before finally hitting the ground.
Lying there, he glanced down at his abdomen. The wound burned intensely.
"An attack that targets the soul..."
"That's Mahito's technique."
The three of them grew serious.
Mahito's Idle Transfiguration was nearly impossible to defend against. Once the soul was damaged, defeat was inevitable.
"So that's how it is," Dagon muttered. "He's already taken Mahito's body."
Uro frowned. "That shouldn't be possible. Kenjaku was supposed to only take human bodies."
Kenjaku chuckled softly.
"If you're curious, go ask Mahito yourself."
With a sinister smile, he lunged toward Dagon and Uro. His right arm expanded to an enormous size and came crashing down.
Uro twisted space itself. The massive fist flipped midair and slammed back toward Kenjaku.
"Tch. Annoying ability."
Kenjaku's arm instantly transformed into a dense mass of writhing tentacles, surging forward from all directions to trap her.
"Granite Blast!"
A surge of cursed energy erupted, destroying the tentacles instantly.
Kenjaku raised his arm, reshaping it into a thick shield that covered his entire body, blocking Dagon's attack head-on.
"Idle Transfiguration is quite useful."
He stepped out of the dust completely unharmed, his gaze filled with disdain.
"You're nothing more than tools I brought back. What gives you the nerve to stand against me?"
Boom.
A punch slammed into his face, rattling his brain.
Nanami appeared again, laughing as he followed up with another strike.
"Don't forget about me."
Kenjaku twisted his body, dispersing the force. His arm morphed into a massive cleaver, slicing through nearly half of Nanami's body.
Yet Nanami showed no sign of hesitation.
Ignoring the injury entirely, he raised his fist and struck Kenjaku again.
Boom.
This time, Kenjaku was sent flying.
After a moment, he rose from the rubble, wiping blood from his nose.
Even though he had inherited Idle Transfiguration, this body was not originally his. His soul did not perfectly match it.
Unlike Mahito, he could still be damaged by physical and cursed technique attacks.
Kenjaku's gaze turned cold as he looked at Nanami, then froze.
The massive wound across Nanami's body had already healed completely.
His eyes shifted to the domain's manifestation.
Inside the slot machine, the female lead symbols aligned.
Triple six.
Jackpot.
One spin, one win.
Kenjaku's eye twitched.
"You call that one in two hundred and thirty-nine?"
Nanami let out a loud laugh.
"I'm just lucky."
With infinite cursed energy and an immortal body, he charged forward recklessly, like a brute.
Kenjaku's expression sharpened with interest as he met him head-on.
His arms turned into curved blades, slashing repeatedly, tearing flesh apart.
Nanami ignored it all.
He grabbed Kenjaku by the head and began beating him down relentlessly.
His body, torn open with bone and organs exposed, healed instantly. Reverse cursed technique operated at its peak, restoring him faster than Kenjaku could damage him.
"Idle Transfiguration."
Kenjaku pressed his hand against Nanami.
Then his expression shifted.
Nanami could not precisely perceive his own soul, so instead, he wrapped his entire body and soul in an overwhelming amount of cursed energy.
Like a shell.
With infinite cursed energy, he could maintain it endlessly.
Kenjaku's face darkened.
"What kind of fighting style is this?"
Nanami's technique control was rough, his movements unrefined, and even his domain felt improvised.
Yet this reckless, overwhelming approach left Kenjaku momentarily at a loss.
"Uzumaki."
"Granite Blast."
Two powerful attacks struck from behind.
Boom.
Kenjaku turned his arm into a shield and was blasted away.
Nanami laughed.
"Now this is a fight."
He tore off his outer clothing, revealing his lean frame, and rushed forward, delivering another crushing punch.
"Enough!"
Kenjaku roared, frustration evident in his voice.
To him, Nanami was full of openings, yet made untouchable through sheer excess.
It was crude.
Inefficient.
And infuriating.
Four minutes and eleven seconds.
That was the duration of Nanami's jackpot state.
It was almost over.
Once it ended, Kenjaku would tear him apart.
Bang, bang, bang.
Relying on his experience and the unpredictability of Idle Transfiguration, Kenjaku held off all three opponents.
Then, the moment arrived.
Nanami's overwhelming cursed energy vanished instantly.
The domain collapsed.
Kenjaku's killing intent surged.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Domain Expansion, Womb Profusion."
Dagon and Uro immediately reacted.
"Domain Expansion, Horizon of the Captivating Skandha."
"Domain Expansion, Thin Ice Breaker."
Nanami laughed and formed his hand seal again.
This was the unique nature of his domain.
Because of its complex conditions and unusual mechanics, it did not suffer from cursed technique burnout.
As long as he had cursed energy, he could expand it repeatedly.
"Domain Expansion, Idle Transfiguration."
Kenjaku stared directly at the slot machine.
Click. Click. Click.
Six. Six.
Two matching symbols appeared.
Kenjaku's lips twitched.
Then the third slot stopped.
Five.
He exhaled slightly.
Good.
There's no way he can win every time.