Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

A few pale white lights illuminated the small room.

"Is this the inversion spell? It's amazing."

Suren stared intently at Fu Hei Hui's wound, somewhat mesmerized.

Cursed power is indeed a very magical energy, and the Reversal Technique can almost be called the pinnacle of cursed power manipulation.

It is truly miraculous that wounds can be repaired and flesh and blood can regenerate through the multiplication of energy.

Suren watched intently, imprinting the entire flow of magical power into his mind.

If I can avoid the high temperature and shock wave of the first nuclear explosion, I can then use the Reversal Technique to repair the radiation damage.

As for how to avoid the first wave of attacks, he looked at Fushiguro Megumi beside him and had already made up his mind.

"Speaking of which... who exactly are you, kid?"

Suren's thoughts were interrupted by a voice filled with weariness and impatience.

Shoko Ieiri raised her eyes, her dark circles as heavy as smoky eyeshadow, and coldly sized up the uninvited guest.

Shibuya tonight is like a floodgate of hell, with companions severely injured by cursed masters and cursed spirits being continuously brought to the operating table in this room.

Some people survived, while others did not make it.

She felt like a numb machine, constantly running, never daring to stop for a moment.

If Suren hadn't brought back the severely injured Fuhei Hui, and if she hadn't sensed something strange about him, she would have kicked this unidentified guy out long ago.

"I'm Ah Hui's half-brother! Look at us, don't we look alike?"

Suren didn't even look up, but stared intently at Fuhei Hui's healing wound, speaking earnestly.

They completely ignored Ieiri Shoko's lifeless, expressionless eyes and Fushiguro Megumi's constantly twitching lips.

He chose to bring Fushiguro Megumi here because he was drawn to Ieiri Shoko's... sorcerer characteristics.

As one of the few sorcerers who can project their reversal spells to heal others, Ieiri Shoko holds a very high position in the High School of Arts, and her value is immeasurable.

Such a top-notch doctor, constantly saving lives behind the battlefield, would inevitably be protected by the authorities.

In this way, I can not only learn how to use the power of incantations, but also gain a certain level of safety.

"A Zen temple, perhaps?" Shoko scoffed, the light from the reversal spell in her hand gradually fading.

"I've never heard of anyone like you."

She withdrew her hand. Although Fuhei Hui's face was still pale, his wound had healed. He just needed to recover a bit more.

Suren noticed that Glass's dark circles under her eyes looked even more pronounced.

Having lost the valuable "example" of the external reversal technique, Suren also withdrew his gaze.

In the silence, the air seemed to freeze.

Suren pulled out a pack of Soft Seven Star cigarettes with a slightly deformed outer box from his pocket, skillfully flicked one out, and put it in his mouth.

呲la.

As soon as the cheap lighter shines, grayish-white smoke curls out from the front.

Suren frowned slightly.

The Gentle Seven Stars isn't too hard to draw, but when associated with the imagery of a lonely tortoise, it's not quite stunning.

"Want one?"

Seeing that Shoko was staring at him, Suren offered her the cigarette case.

Shoko hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the entire cigarette pack.

"What about Gojo Satoru?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, and she looked tired and exhausted from not getting enough rest.

"I don't know, it's probably still sealed away."

Seeing that Shoko habitually reached into her pocket but couldn't find a lighter, Suren thoughtfully lit her cigarette.

The gray smoke between the two pushed the atmosphere into silence once again.

"Mr. Nanami...they're still underground..."

Fushiguro Megumi's weak voice broke the silence once again.

He forced himself to sit up, seemingly preparing to rush back to the battlefield.

But he had barely stepped off the operating table when he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

boom!

More striking than the deafening explosion was the deep night sky over Shibuya.

A giant fireball appeared in the sky above the city, as if a second sun had suddenly jumped out in the night.

Apart from Suren, everyone present felt the powerful burst of magical energy.

"This cursed power... it's from Sukuna's fingers!"

Fushiguro Megumi struggled to her feet and looked at the enormous fireball that had appeared in the sky.

"What exactly happened?"

Suren recalled for a moment that the scene should be the battle between the Volcanic Calamity Curse Spirit Water Bottle and Su Nuo.

Su Nuo promised that if the water clock could touch him even once, he would be willing to join the ranks of the Calamity Curse Spirits.

This move should be the "Extreme Strike: Meteor" from the loukou, but it still couldn't touch Sukuna, let alone cause any damage.

Compared to the shock of the two people around her, Suren didn't seem to care much.

After all, although it is spectacular, it is far enough away from where you are that you don't have to worry about being affected by the area of ​​effect (AOE).

After the water clock, it will lose to Su Nuo in the fire spell, leaving only one of the four great calamities alive.

As someone who sees himself as a natural disaster, Su Nuo would probably not even glance at this place.

After all, Suren's magical power is comparable to that of a building, while Ieiri Shoko, although an excellent user of inversion spells, is not outstanding in combat.

The only things that could pique his interest were probably Gojo Satoru, the strongest in the modern era, and... the Ten Shadows Technique's trump card, Demon Xu Luo.

Thinking of this, Suren couldn't help but look sharply at Fuhei Hui.

A chill swept over Suren's entire body from head to toe.

Oh no, I forgot about that.

Sure enough, in an instant, a figure plummeted from the sky.

Before Fushiguro Megumi and Ieiri Shoko could even react, they suddenly found themselves on the street in a blur.

The building, which had just been completely silent, was stomped to pieces by the newcomer, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

Only Suren stood in front of them.

The figure then slowly emerged from the ruins.

The pink hair, the two extra eyes on the outer corners of the eyes, and the eerie black markings on the face all revealed the person's identity.

A mere glance is enough to send shivers down the spine of a mortal.

An experienced sorcerer only needs one glance to know that he has absolutely no chance of defeating this guy.

"Hey, seriously...?"

Suren's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he murmured to himself, clutching the half of the Wandering Cloud tightly in his hand.

Fortunately, his five senses were greatly enhanced, which allowed him to realize that something was rapidly approaching them, and he quickly led the two of them out of the house.

Having previously observed the cyborgs and cursed spirits, the energy generated by the [Forge of Hatred] instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones, further strengthening his body.

However, he could clearly sense that the difference in strength between himself and the pink-haired, four-eyed guy in front of him was very obvious.

"I'm performing Su Nuo? Really?"

Good news: Su Nuo currently only has the Demon Subduing Chef technique, and only has the strength of fifteen fingers.

If he can hold out for a while, Hisahito Itadori, the owner of this body, will definitely be able to regain control.

But the bad news is that he has to face the King of Curses—Ryomen Sukuna!