BOOM!!!
A terrifying purple light that seemed capable of tearing the entire sky apart exploded over a small Middle Eastern country ravaged by years of war!
Billowing yellow sand and crimson blood intertwined at this moment, forming a hellish scene akin to the apocalypse.
Most of the city lay in ruins, filled with craters and broken walls.
Under this world-destroying pillar of energy, everything was instantly leveled, and even the hardest reinforced concrete was vaporized into nothingness by the extreme heat!
"Monster..."
"He isn't human! He's a true god!"
"Run! Run away! This white-haired devil is invincible!"
At the edge of the ruins, several surviving overseas special grade curse users trembled uncontrollably, their faces masks of pure terror as they stared at the white-haired figure floating in the air.
They were the most vicious and cruel thugs in this chaotic land.
They were also desperate criminals drawn by a massive billion-dollar bounty on the underground black market, attempting to surround and kill the strongest youth in the jujutsu world.
But now, their prideful, bizarre techniques and killing skills were as laughable as a child's toys before that man!
Satoru Gojo hovered quietly in mid-air, his short silver-white hair fluttering wildly in the gale.
There was no expression on his handsome face, which verged on the ethereal.
Only within those Eyes of the Blue Sky, hidden behind his small round black sunglasses, flickered a frantic light that inspired palpitations and dread.
"Too weak."
Gojo slowly lowered his head, looking at the group of shivering curse users below, his voice as cold as ice.
"You trash aren't even qualified to be a warmup for me."
Ever since Suguru Geto defected on the streets of Shinjuku, Gojo's outward life didn't seem to change much.
He was still that arrogant, sweet-loving problem child who enjoyed pranking Principal Yaga.
But only those who truly knew him understood that the fallout with his best friend had left an unfathomable scar in his heart.
To protect Suguru Geto's plan, to carry the future of the entire jujutsu world, and to prevent tragedy from repeating itself.
Gojo did not choose to wallow in despair; instead, he began a period of frantic, almost self-torturing training!
He proactively took on every dangerous, difficult, and even suicidal overseas special grade mission the higher-ups assigned.
He threw himself into the most brutal battlefields and into swarms of hundreds of monsters, forcing himself to break through his invisible limits through repeated life-and-death struggles.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!"
Gojo raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together as a piercing crimson light condensed at his fingertips.
There was no chant, no preparation.
This violent energy, filled with absolute repulsion, instantly transformed into a pillar of red light, blasting a curse user who was trying to burrow into the ground to escape into a mist of blood!
"Still not enough..."
Gojo looked at the dissipating red light at his fingertips, his brow furrowed slightly with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Though the release speed and power have improved, the cursed energy consumption is still a major problem."
During the past period, whenever he returned to Jujutsu High, he would drag Yoru into extremely intense sparring sessions.
That kind of training was a life-and-death struggle where all reservations were discarded and every move was lethal!
The shockwaves from their clashes had even completely leveled the reinforced underground training grounds of Jujutsu High several times.
Masamichi Yaga nearly had a heart attack from anger, but he was ultimately helpless.
During those repeated exchanges, Gojo's Six Eyes—which could see through the flow of all cursed energy—stared intently at the strange energy flow within Yoru.
He discovered that although Yoru didn't possess a single shred of cursed energy.
That Breathing Style power system possessed a nearly perfect circulation mechanism!
Every time Yoru swung his blade, moved, or erupted in power.
The energy within him formed a perfect closed loop with every breath.
This allowed Yoru to endure high-intensity combat for long periods without ever suffering from exhaustion or energy depletion, no matter how terrifying his slashes were.
'Your Breathing Style is truly interesting.'
Gojo recalled lying on the ruins of the training ground that day, drenched in sweat as he looked at the equally breathless Yoru, a thrill of excitement on his lips.
'Since your stamina can circulate as naturally as breathing...'
'Then why can't I, as the strongest, turn my cursed energy into an instinct that flows naturally without conscious effort?'
From that day on, Gojo fell into a state of obsession with his research.
He wanted to completely change the understanding of cursed energy that the jujutsu world had held for centuries!
He wanted cursed energy to no longer be stagnant water stored in the body that decreased as it was used.
Instead, he wanted it to become like air, automatically circulating and regenerating within his body with every breath and heartbeat!
And these Middle Eastern ruins, baptized by war, were the perfect testing ground for him to complete this unprecedented feat.
"Come, let me see how many more surprises you trash can bring me."
Gojo slowly deactivated the Limitless barrier that provided his absolute defense.
This action instantly sent the remaining curse users and the Special Grade Cursed Spirits hiding in the shadows into a state of bloodthirsty frenzy!
"He gave up his defense!"
"He's out of cursed energy! Kill him! If we kill him, that billion-dollar bounty is ours!"
Countless lethal cursed techniques and dozens of hideous cursed spirits surged toward Gojo in the air like a tsunami!
Facing an attack that could level a city in an instant, Gojo did not dodge, nor did he counterattack.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Inhale.
He began to attempt to bring his massive cursed energy into resonance with the external natural environment.
Cursed energy flowed into his body through his pores like rivers to the sea, gathering at his core.
Exhale.
The cursed energy circulated through his meridians like a galloping river, eventually vanishing back into formlessness.
BOOM!!!
Countless attacks slammed into Gojo, erupting in a deafening roar.
Billowing dust and violent energy turbulence completely swallowed his figure.
"Did we succeed?!"
A curse user panted heavily, staring at the center of the dust with eyes flashing with extreme greed and anticipation.
However.
In the next second, his expression froze, and his pupils shrank to their limit.
"How... how is this possible..."
The dust cleared, and Gojo was still hovering quietly in the air.
His clothes had been torn in several places by the violent attacks, and some fine bloody scratches appeared on his fair skin.
But the moment those wounds appeared.
A soft surge of Reverse Cursed Technique energy—acting like an automatic immune response—instantly healed the wounds!
"Pfft!"
Gojo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
This wasn't damage caused by the enemy, but rather a violent backlash from his meridians because of the forced circulation of cursed energy.
But he didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his lips; instead, he tilted his head back and let out a bone-chilling laugh.
"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"
"Yes! This is the feeling!"
"If that guy Yoru can do it, how can I, the strongest, not be able to?!"
Gojo closed his eyes again, completely ignoring the increasingly frantic and dense attacks surrounding him.
One day, two days, three days...
Gojo was like a tireless madman, constantly conducting extremely dangerous experiments within these ruins.
In one life-and-death trial after another.
Through the intense pain of the Reverse Cursed Technique constantly repairing his brain and meridians.
Gojo's understanding of cursed energy was undergoing a qualitative leap at a terrifying speed!
Finally.
At dawn on the seventh day.
When the first ray of golden sunlight pierced the thick smoke and fell upon Gojo's dust-covered white hair.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"Whew—"
Accompanying his long exhale.
The air within a ten-meter radius of him suddenly underwent an incredibly eerie distortion!
There were no hand signs, no chants.
There wasn't even a shred of deliberately activated cursed energy fluctuation.
Yet, the absolute Limitless barrier naturally surfaced on Gojo's skin!
This was not something he was maintaining with effort.
Rather, his body, his brain, and his soul had completely turned the operation of the Limitless and the Reverse Cursed Technique into an instinct, much like breathing or a heartbeat!
As long as he was alive and breathing.
This absolute defense would never disappear!
Furthermore, because his cursed energy had formed a perfect automatic cycle, he no longer had to worry about his brain burning out from overwork!
The truly flawless, complete form of the strongest was officially born at this moment!
HUM—!
Gojo slowly raised his right hand, index and middle fingers pressed together.
The crimson Cursed Technique Reversal: Red and the blue Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue actually appeared at his fingertips simultaneously!
There was no hesitation, no rejection or conflict.
The two diametrically opposed forces of destruction merged perfectly under his control like the most obedient toys!
"Hollow Purple."
Gojo's voice was incredibly calm, yet it sounded like the final sentence of a god of death.
BOOM!!!
A pillar of purple light several times thicker than before, containing the terrifying power to erase all rules, instantly pierced through the entire battlefield!
Wherever it passed, space collapsed and all things were annihilated!
All the remaining curse users and the roaring special grade cursed spirits.
Before this purple light, they didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were completely erased from existence, leaving not even a speck of ash behind!
As the breeze blew, the entire world went completely silent.
Gojo stood atop the ruins, looking at the purple glow that still carried the scent of destruction at his fingertips, a wild and arrogant smile forming on his lips.
"Yoru, Suguru."
"I'm ready."
"No matter what scheme that brain known as Kenjaku is plotting, no matter what kind of monsters are waiting for us in the future..."
"I will crush them all!"
The 'Strongest' has reached his complete form, and Satoru Gojo's strength has thoroughly reached a ceiling unprecedented in the history of the jujutsu world.
However, the gears of fate never stop turning just because of one person's power.
On the other side of the planet, to what extent have the man known as the King of Curses and the conspirator who has lived for a thousand years evolved?