A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

The moment the domain swept out, reality was gently shed like a sari being rolled up by an elephant's trunk.

Instead, there is a boundless sea of ​​wisdom, shimmering with golden light.

The air was filled with the scents of sandalwood, ghee, and some kind of paper, and from the unreachable distance beyond the boundaries of the realm, the faint sound of a Venus lyre could be heard.

The surface of the sea is not a liquid, but is composed of countless tiny, luminous "concept seeds".

Each seed is a name yet to be given, and they float, collide, combine, and separate endlessly, like the primordial thoughts before the birth of the universe.

Countless enormous golden lotuses float on the sea, and in the stamen of each lotus sits a small phantom of Ganesha, eyes closed in deep thought.

In the very center of the area stood a magnificent elephant god statue, carved from a single block of red sandstone, its hands holding different ritual implements.

Upon closer inspection, those magical artifacts were not physical objects, but rather conceptual ritual garments formed from pure magical power.

Ganesha, the elephant god, stands high atop the seated statue.

Theo and Xia Youjie reacted extremely quickly; almost the instant they were drawn into the domain, the radiance of the barrier burst forth from both of them simultaneously.

Their respective simplified domains unfolded rapidly, like two solitary lamps struggling to maintain stability in a torrent of concepts, temporarily isolating themselves from the unknown, guaranteed success.

Thanks to the fact that "concept endowment" does not have a direct destructive effect, the simple domain is stripped away and eroded relatively slowly.

Theo quickly estimated and said in a deep voice, "It can probably last for about a minute!"

Before he finished speaking, "Eating Rat Lord" led the rat horde into the domain "Myriad Wisdom Sea" and launched an attack in conjunction with Ganesha.

"Oh dear, they're not going to give us a chance to take them down one by one," Xia Youjie said, surveying the suddenly escalating offensive.

However—the very next second after he said those words to Theo, the bitter smile on his face suddenly froze, replaced by an extreme emptiness and confusion.

Xia Youjie's eyes instantly lost focus, like a patient who had suddenly developed severe Alzheimer's disease, staring blankly at Theo who was so close to him, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"...Who are you? Why...are you carrying the 'Soul Release Blade'?"

His gaze moved mechanically, sweeping over the churning domain and the two top-tier cursed spirits around him, his confusion compounded by fear.

"Huh—there are two more top-tier cursed spirits... When did they arrive?!"

"The amnesia effect took effect so quickly?!" Theo's pupils contracted slightly.

"Because—we are rats in the corners of the city, forever left unattended!"

Just as human gangsters are often compared to rats, and the ever-present problem of law and order is a constant struggle, some countries even designate "rat zones" (slums and no-man's-land) in their cities.

Even metaphors amplify the negative emotional impact of the concept of "rat" on humans!

"The Rat Eater" spoke smugly, his voice sounding like the overlapping hisses of a million rats.

Its voice suddenly rose, filled with the morbid excitement of a bottom-level creature "overthrowing its superior":

"This neglect, this forgetting, this inaction—all of these gave me inspiration! The 'mouse-like erosion' that corrodes memory—that's my technique!"

The procedure has been revealed!

"Rat gnawing and insect infestation" refers to the phenomenon of items being damaged by biological erosion.

The technique of the Rat-Eating Master transforms this conceptual phenomenon into actual ability; however, the object of the erosion changes from paper and books to concrete knowledge and memories!

This top-tier cursed spirit actually used an advanced application technique called spell target expansion!

As a result, Xia Youjie's short-term amnesia suddenly worsened.

He kept losing his senses, and couldn't even remember why he was there or what he was supposed to do. He stood there motionless, and in an instant, he was covered by a swarm of rats, which tore his flesh and blood apart.

"Excellent, absolutely excellent!"

At this critical moment, Theo suddenly covered his face and burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the shimmering realm.

"You guys are all so amazing—in that case, I'd better step up my game too—'World'!"

The moment the sound faded, time seemed to stand still.

The world suddenly lost all color and sound, transforming into an absolutely silent, infinitely extending piece of solidified amber.

The golden ocean of concepts ceased its churning, the swarming rats froze into a ferocious yet still black wave, and even the smug, twisted expression on the "Eating Rat King's" face froze like a specimen at its peak.

The timeline belonging exclusively to Dio begins to count down in seconds.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, nor did he waste a single second thinking about strategies or making meaningless gestures.

Action and will are synchronized the moment time stop is activated.

He and "the world" were like two parallel road rollers, rolling straight over the solidified rat swarm and the golden sea, instantly arriving beside Xia Youjie, who still maintained a bewildered expression and whose simple domain was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Dio reached out and grabbed Xia Youjie's collar, giving it a sharp shake—dozens of rats clinging to him instantly fell off like dust, scattering and floating in the still air.

Immediately afterwards, "The World" steadily lifted Xia Youjie's back and knees, twisted its waist like a bow, and launched him, who was in a state of amnesia, towards the membrane wall at the boundary of the domain like a shot put!

Xia Youjie's body traced a low, swift arc.

The moment he escaped Dio's direct interference, his flight posture was also frozen, suspended in mid-air, becoming yet another isolated silhouette in this amber world.

Two seconds passed.

Without giving Xia Youjie a second glance, Theo unleashed a burst of magical power beneath his feet, creating several ring-shaped waves of air on the still golden sea, and shot towards "Ganesha" like an arrow released from a bow.

The "world" rose in sync, like a loyal shadow warrior, instantly hovering directly above the giant head of Ganesha.

Both of them simultaneously adopted an attack stance, one above and one below.

Three seconds passed.

The World's arms transformed into a blurry afterimage, and its golden fists, like a violent rain of metal, poured down on Ganesha's head and back at a frequency that exceeded the limits of visual perception!

Each punch is not a brute force strike, but rather a precise adjustment of the angle and landing point based on tactile feedback.

The force of the punch penetrated layer by layer, like an invisible giant hammer repeatedly pounding and softening an incredibly hard alloy, searching for the weakest "node" in the structure.

Meanwhile, Dio himself wandered among Ganeshna's six limbs, which were as thick as temple pillars.

With his broadsword, he drew arcs of light, like a master butcher dissecting an ox, peeling away piece by piece the thick flesh and blood, shrouded in curse, from the body of Ganesha.

Strangely, these slices of meat did not fall, but were stuck to their original positions by the stillness of time, maintaining the fresh cut and shape of the moment they separated from the main body, layer upon layer, forming a bizarre and bloody "budding" state.

Five seconds passed.

Ganesha was too large to be fully covered by attacks from below and the sides, so Theo and The World swapped positions.

The world shifts to the bottom, continuing to shake and crush Ganesha's six limbs and abdomen with high-frequency punches.

Dio, on the other hand, leaped onto the broad, hill-like back of Ganesha and strode across it as if walking on flat ground.

The broadsword transformed into a network of interwoven death grids, repeating the previous cutting process—large swathes of thick skin and muscle, adorned with religious ribbons, were precisely "peeled off," frozen in the instant of the stripping.

Eight seconds passed.

At the last second, Theo deliberately turned around, leaped off Ganesha's back, and swept across its thick neck in mid-air. His greatsword slashed a semi-circle—severing the solemn yet eerie head cleanly from the neck.