"Domain Expansion."
With that low whisper, the hand sign formed in the void.
It all happened too fast—so fast that even a Special Grade Curse's neural signals couldn't reach its brain in time.
"Unlimited Void."
BOOM—!
The world was replaced.
The bloody Shibuya B5F platform was instantly transformed into a deep, boundless cosmos of stars.
But this universe only existed for 0.2 seconds.
For an ordinary person, 0.2 seconds was almost imperceptible.
But for every living being with a brain inside the domain, those 0.2 seconds meant one thing: a system crash.
The effect of [Unlimited Void] is the forced infusion of 'Infinite' information.
To see everything, feel everything, and know everything—and thus, be able to do nothing.
In just 0.2 seconds of exposure, the amount of information poured into the brain was equivalent to roughly half a year's worth of daily life.
Snap.
The domain was released.
The hellish noise from a moment ago suddenly fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
In that instant, whether it was the crazed, howling transfigured humans or Mahito and Jogo who had been prepared to slaughter...
Or the terrified humans, all of them stood stiffly in place like dolls whose power had been cut.
Everyone was unconscious.
In this silent tableau, only one living thing moved.
No, it was a storm that transcended the limits of dynamic vision.
Gojo Satoru considered the possibility of the Special Grade Curses waking at any moment and fighting back.
Therefore, his choice was to complete one task at the highest possible speed during this window.
Exterminate over a thousand transfigured humans.
Swoosh—!
The white-haired figure vanished instantly. In his place was a bolt of azure lightning refracting wildly through the hall.
Gojo Satoru chose the most primitive and most exhausting method.
Killing them one by one.
He didn't use Red in the crowd, he didn't use Blue, and he didn't even use Reverse Cursed Technique to recover his stamina—he relied solely on pure cursed energy to reinforce his fists.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
This wasn't a battle; it was a surgical procedure precise to the micrometer.
Gojo Satoru's figure wove through the dense gaps between people with the speed of a needle pulling thread.
With every pause, he precisely avoided the unconscious humans, pressing his palms only against the skulls, chests, and spines of the transfigured humans.
Snap, crush, tear.
The 1st.
The 10th.
The 50th.
Gojo Satoru's movements were so fast that they left countless overlapping afterimages on the retina, as if dozens of Gojos were carrying out the slaughter simultaneously.
Before the blood mist could even hit the ground, his figure had already appeared a dozen meters away.
The transfigured humans didn't even have time to fall as corpses before they were shredded by this gale.
The 200th...
The 500th...
Every strike had to be extremely precise; there could not be a single deviation or a single injury to the unconscious civilians.
This high-intensity mental concentration was more taxing on the nerves than expanding a domain multiple times.
The 800th...
Sweat slid down Gojo Satoru's cheek, instantly dried by the sheer speed of his movement.
Second 299.
Bang!
As the body of the final transfigured human turned to ash, this one-sided massacre finally came to an end.
Roughly one thousand transfigured humans were completely exorcised by Gojo Satoru in less than five minutes.
Huff... huff...
The storm stopped abruptly.
Roughly one thousand transfigured humans were completely exorcised by Gojo Satoru in less than five minutes.
Huff... huff...
Gojo Satoru came to a halt, standing in the center of a sea of blood and corpses.
Even for the strongest, breathing became ragged after such high-intensity precision operations and physical outbursts.
He panted heavily as his brain began to throb with pain from the domain expansion and the subsequent high-speed calculations.
"It's over..."
Gojo Satoru wiped the sweat from his forehead as his Six Eyes began to scan the battlefield again, searching for the locations of the Special Grade Curses.
Gojo Satoru turned around, walking toward the newly awakened Jogo with sharp killing intent.
"Next, it's your turn."
However.
The very moment Gojo Satoru took his first step.
A small, cubic object suddenly appeared on the ground beneath his feet.
It was a dice-shaped object wrapped in several talismans, emitting an ominous aura.
Clatter.
The object hit the ground with a crisp sound.
Gojo Satoru stopped and looked down.
'What... is this?'
At the same time, a familiar voice rang out from the darkness with a laugh that made Gojo's very soul tremble:
"Prison Realm, gate open."
Accompanying the incantation, the ominous dice-shaped object on the ground suddenly split open.
As if living flesh were surging, the Prison Realm instantly transformed into four large masses of meat that spread out like a bear trap, its central eye locking dead onto Gojo Satoru.
"Wha..."
Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank.
He wanted to escape. At his speed, dodging at this distance should have been trivial.
However, the moment he prepared to teleport, a figure appeared behind the Prison Realm.
It was a man wearing Buddhist robes, his hair in a bun, with a gentle smile on his face.
It was Gojo Satoru's one and only best friend in this world.
"Hey, Satoru."
The man waved his hand, his tone as relaxed as a casual afternoon back at Jujutsu High.
"Long time no see."
Gojo Satoru's movements froze.
"Geto... Suguru?"
Impossible.
This was something that absolutely could not happen.
Because during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons last Christmas Eve, Gojo Satoru had killed Geto Suguru with his own hands. He had personally confirmed his best friend's death.
That was the youth he had buried with his own hands.
[SYSTEM: Prison Realm sealing condition: One minute must pass within the target's mind.]
For an average person, a minute is sixty seconds.
But for Gojo Satoru, who possessed the Six Eyes and a brain that operated far beyond human limits, this single glance was an eternity.
The moment he saw Geto Suguru, memories of Jujutsu High, of their youth, and of the 'Strongest Duo' flooded his mind like a kaleidoscope.
'Three years of youth...'
A full minute wasn't even necessary.
In that instant, countless days and nights had already passed within Gojo Satoru's mind.
Bang!
The fleshy walls of the Prison Realm slammed shut, binding Gojo Satoru tightly in place.
His cursed energy vanished.
His body wouldn't move.
Gojo Satoru found that he had completely lost control over his body.
"...Dammit."
Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, looking at the living 'Geto Suguru' before him. The feedback from his Six Eyes was a cruel reality.
"My eyes tell me you're Geto Suguru. But my soul denies it! Answer me! Who the hell are you?!"
The man before him smiled.
He reached up, grabbed the stitches on his forehead, and pulled back his scalp.
There was no brain inside, only a bizarre brain with a mouth.
"That's disgusting," Gojo Satoru said coldly.
"Don't be like that," Kenjaku said as he replaced the scalp. "After all, this was all for the sake of sealing you, the strongest. Goodnight, Gojo Satoru. We'll meet again in the new world."
The Prison Realm began to shrink, nearing its final closure.
Right then, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something.
That unscrupulous merchant named Hayashi En had once sold him a so-called 'Prison Realm Replica' and cryptically said it was to prevent him from 'tripping up in a gutter.'
At the time, Gojo Satoru had scoffed at the idea.
'Ha... so that's how it is? Hayashi En, you bastard, did you even account for this?'
A helpless yet slightly expectant wry smile curled the corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth—the last expression he left behind before being swallowed by the darkness.
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