"A more cruel... reality?"
Yuki Tsukumo arched an eyebrow, looking at the boy before her who radiated a sense of maturity far beyond his years.
As a Special Grade sorcerer who spent years traveling the world, she believed she had already witnessed all the filth and despair this world had to offer.
But for some reason, looking into Yoru's bottomless eyes, a chill crept up her spine without warning.
Yoru didn't answer immediately.
He slowly closed his eyes, adjusting his breathing rhythm.
When he opened them again, those pitch-black pupils had undergone an earth-shaking change.
[TRANSPARENT WORLD: ACTIVATED!]
In an instant, the world in Yoru's eyes lost its surface colors, transforming into a transparent three-dimensional landscape composed of muscle, bone, blood vessels, and the flow of cursed energy.
He didn't just see through the physical states of the two people before him; he expanded his perception outward with overwhelming dominance.
Within a radius of several kilometers.
A flying insect hiding in a tree hollow, a leaf slowly drifting down, even the faint residual dregs of cursed energy deep underground were all presented in his mind without reservation.
"No eyes from the higher-ups, no eavesdropping techniques."
Having confirmed the surroundings were absolutely safe, the aura around Yoru suddenly shifted.
If he was an angry swordsman just moments ago, he was now a high-and-mighty judge who held the script of destiny in his hands!
To completely wake Suguru Geto up and pull a dangerous variable like Yuki Tsukumo into his camp...
Yoru decided to deliver a strong dose of medicine.
"Suguru."
Yoru's voice wasn't loud, but it had an undeniable piercing quality.
"If you really insist on walking down that dead-end path of killing all non-sorcerers, I can tell you very clearly..."
"Exactly what will happen in your future."
Suguru Geto's whole body shuddered, and he instinctively gripped his soda can tighter.
He had a premonition that Yoru's next words would completely shatter all his pride and illusions.
"Because of that obsession and arrogance, everyone will abandon you."
Every word from Yoru was like a heavy hammer, smashing ruthlessly against Suguru Geto's heart.
"You will leave Jujutsu High and become the most evil curse user, wanted by the entire jujutsu world."
"For the sake of your ridiculous 'great cause', you will raise your blade against your own juniors."
"And in the end..."
Yoru looked directly into Suguru Geto's eyes, which were contracting slightly from fear, and heartlessly pronounced his fate.
"You will die at the hands of... Satoru Gojo!"
To die at the hands of your best friend!
This sentence was like a massive thunderbolt, exploding in Suguru Geto's mind!
"That's impossible!"
Suguru Geto stumbled backward, his face turning pale as a sheet as cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
"Satoru... how could Satoru ever kill me?!"
"How could I ever attack the juniors at Jujutsu High?!"
He shook his head violently, trying to deny Yoru's curse-like prophecy.
But Yoru's incredibly certain gaze and his earlier soul-piercing analysis made it impossible for him not to believe.
"This is the price that must be paid for your so-called paradise."
Yoru gave him no room to breathe, continuing with even more desperate spoilers.
"And do you think your death is the end of everything?"
"No, that's just the beginning of a much larger, more evil conspiracy!"
Yoru turned his head and looked at Yuki Tsukumo, who also wore an expression of shock.
"Senior Yuki, you've been searching for a way to sever the source of cursed spirits, yet you don't realize you're just a pawn on someone else's chessboard."
"After Suguru's death..."
Yoru took a deep breath and dropped the ultimate nuclear bomb that could shake the entire jujutsu world.
"There is a monster who has lived for a thousand years, a disgusting creature who survives only by constantly switching brains!"
"He will dig up Suguru's grave and seize his body!"
"He will use Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation to launch a death game that will engulf all of Japan—even the world!"
"In this game, countless ordinary people will be forcibly granted cursed energy, and countless ancient sorcerers will be awakened to slaughter each other like venomous insects!"
Yoru's voice grew louder, carrying a suffocating pressure.
"And his ultimate goal..."
"Is to merge with Master Tengen!"
"To create a super cursed spirit capable of destroying all of humanity!"
Boom!
Merging with Master Tengen!
Hearing those four words, the playful look on Yuki Tsukumo's face vanished!
Her amber eyes narrowed sharply, and her body trembled slightly from the extreme shock.
As a former Star Plasma Vessel candidate, she understood the weight of the name 'Master Tengen' better than anyone, and she knew exactly what merging with him implied!
That wasn't just a disaster.
That was the true end of the world!
"How... how do you know all this?!"
Yuki Tsukumo's voice cracked as she stared intensely at Yoru, as if trying to see through the boy's very soul.
A thousand-year conspiracy?
Body snatching?
The Culling Game?
Merging with Master Tengen?
The sheer volume of information was enough to make even a Special Grade sorcerer feel dizzy!
"How I know doesn't matter."
Yoru slowly sheathed Shiranui with a crisp click.
"What matters is that this is the final outcome of your so-called great cause and your root cause therapy!"
Yoru walked up to Suguru Geto, looking at his friend whose legs were so weak he was almost kneeling.
"Being used as a tool without even knowing it."
"Having your body stolen only to become an accomplice in destroying the world."
"Suguru, is this the future you wanted?!"
Suguru Geto didn't speak.
He stared blankly at the soda can in his hand, as the condensation mixed with the cold sweat on his palms and dripped onto the ground.
Yoru's words were like an incredibly sharp scalpel, cutting his savior's dream—built on a foundation of sand—into broken pieces!
If he really went down that path...
Not only would he fail to save anyone, he would become the culprit who brought about destruction.
He would even force his proudest friend to kill him with his own hands.
How pathetic.
How ridiculous.
"I..."
Suguru Geto's throat moved with difficulty, producing a raspy voice that sounded like it had been rubbed by sandpaper.
"I will absolutely... never let that happen."
The madness and obsession in his eyes had completely faded, replaced by a clarity and determination that comes after experiencing a death-like despair.
Yoru looked into Suguru's eyes and knew the strong medicine had finally worked.
The cancer that would have ruined Suguru Geto's life in the original story was forcibly uprooted by Yoru in this moment!
"Remember what you said today."
Yoru patted Suguru's shoulder, then turned to look at the solemn Yuki Tsukumo.
"So, Senior Yuki."
"After hearing this thousand-year drama, do you still want to promote your dangerous theory of turning all humanity into sorcerers?"
Yuki Tsukumo fell silent.
She looked at the mysterious boy before her, taking a deep breath to suppress her internal shock.
"I take back what I said before."
Yuki picked up her helmet, her expression more serious than ever before.
"You're even harder to read than that bastard Satoru Gojo."
"As for that thousand-year conspiracy, I'll investigate it myself. If it's really as you say..."
Yuki straddled her heavy motorcycle and put on her helmet as the engine roared to life.
"Then we'll be seeing each other again very soon."
"As for the 'third path' you mentioned..."
A complex laugh came from beneath the helmet.
"It really is a plan only a madman could come up with, but I'm looking forward to it."
!
With the screech of tires, Yuki Tsukumo drove off, disappearing into the distance of the mountain road like a phantom.
The sorcerer known as the most restless Special Grade set off on a journey to find the truth, her mind filled with shock and doubt.
Peace returned to the training ground.
Only the residual smell of scorching in the air served as proof of the ideological clash that had just occurred.
Suguru Geto sat on the grass, drained of strength, and took a large gulp of his deformed soda can.
"Yoru."
Suguru watched the setting sun, his voice carrying a long-absent sense of ease.
"Thank you for pulling me back again."
Yoru didn't speak, just sat beside him and watched the distant sky in silence.
After enduring this dangerous whisper from a devil, Suguru Geto had finally achieved a true awakening.
However, just as Yoru thought everything was heading in a good direction.
Those corrupt Rotten Oranges of the higher-ups were already extending their calculating, black hands.
The gears of fate were about to crush the future of another boy in a remote mountain village...
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