Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

As soon as he finished speaking, a magnificent gray-white hall appeared behind Li Ren.

The temple was constructed from interwoven wisps of gray mist, and every crack exuded an aura of death that seemed to end all things.

Rumble—!!

The realm of reasoners collided with the realm of real people, and the two completely different forces annihilated at the boundary, emitting a silent roar.

The gray mist and the enormous black hand clashed against each other, and the air was filled with the sound of shattering glass.

The real person's expression twisted in pain: "This...this is impossible! Why did you..."

The person in charge did not answer.

His hands were crossed in front of his chest, his fingers maintaining that strange posture, and magical power surged from his body like a flood bursting its banks.

Open Realm – The Temple of Annihilation!

That was the answer he never found in his desperate situation at the Eighty-Eight Bridges.

It is the end that was never understood in the sacrifice of Kokichi.

It was something I finally grasped after being repeatedly battered by the limits of my magical power and the images of my comrades dying in this long battle where I was transferred, besieged, and driven to the brink of death.

At this point, the inner walls of the domain began to change.

The originally gray mist gradually solidified, transforming into a substance somewhere between a solid and a liquid. It flowed like a river of time, like an hourglass of life.

Every inch of space touched by the fog is aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Cracks began to appear on the giant black hand, marks of time and decay.

The man looked down at his arm.

His skin was losing its luster, the sutures were starting to loosen, and his muscles were atrophying at a rate he had never experienced before.

"This is...your spell?"

For the first time, fear crept into his voice.

In a domain confrontation, the stronger party's domain will erode the weaker party's domain until it is completely covered.

At this moment, the realm of the real person is being defeated by the realm of the rational person.

The gray mist, like a living thing, slowly and steadily advanced, devouring those giant black hands inch by inch.

The swallowed hand rapidly decayed in the mist, turning to ashes and then dissipating.

The real man tried to use his magical power to reinforce the area, but he was horrified to discover that even the magical power he released was decaying.

This is a comprehensive and irreversible demise.

The Temple of Annihilation, the effect of this domain is to materialize the concept of "end" itself.

All existence, whether matter, energy, or soul, is forced to undergo the complete process from birth to destruction in this realm, and this process is compressed into a mere few seconds.

This is the ultimate application of the withering technique, a complete expansion of the domain.

However, there is a price to pay.

In that life-or-death moment, Rinren established a permanent bond he had never tried before.

In exchange for the inability of the coffin to cause harm to others, the ultimate manifestation of decay is achieved—the expansion of the domain.

At that moment, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Rito's mouth.

The energy consumption of expanding the entire domain far exceeded his expectations. The energy within his body was draining away at an alarming rate, as if a bottomless pit was frantically absorbing everything from him.

But he didn't stop.

We can't stop.

Once you stop, there will be no more chances.

The realm of the real person began to collapse under the erosion of the gray.

Those giant black hands twitched as if electrocuted, then shattered into pieces, turning into black powder that was washed away by the rain.

"No--!!"

The real body is exposed in the realm of reason.

He felt it at that moment.

It is something that approaches the essence of the universe.

time!

His skin began to wrinkle, the sutures broke one by one, revealing the decaying flesh beneath.

His hair started to turn white from the tips and then fell out.

His soul cried out in anguish.

The feeling was as if he were having the threads pulled out one by one from a complete structure.

"it hurts……"

This is the first time a real person has uttered this word.

His body began to contort, attempting to repair its damage through a transformation of inaction.

But this time, the speed of repair was far slower than the speed of destruction.

No sooner has each soul been reshaped than a new decay descends.

This is an unsolvable loop.

Li Ren stood in the center of the domain, his gaze piercing through the gray mist and landing on the real person.

That face that once filled him with fear, anger, and despair was now contorted in agony.

"This is your fate."

Li Ren's voice was very soft, but there was not a single sound in the domain, and every word clearly entered the real person's ears.

The real person raised their head.

For the first time, despair appeared in those pale white pupils.

"I'm going to die here? I... I'm going to die?" His voice trembled.

Rito raised his right hand, and the magical power in his palm condensed into a point of light.

"Yes."

He took a step forward, and the gray mist within the domain contracted, as if making way for him.

"It's time to end this!"

In that very instant!

A black figure burst out from the shadows of the ruins, moving so fast that it tore the raindrops in two.

Roll up the rope!

His monk's robes fluttered in the rain, and the wisps of hair on his forehead were blown by the strong wind, revealing the clearly visible seam.

The next second, the ground suddenly cracked open, and countless tumor-like cursed embryos surged out of the cracks, rapidly expanding, rupturing, and releasing cursed spirits of various shapes.

They roared and pounced towards the direction where Itadori, Fushiguro Megumi, and Kugizaki were.

"Oh no!"

Tiger Rod gritted his teeth and smashed a charging cursed spirit with his fist, but more cursed spirits surged in from all directions, forming a ferocious wave.

The person's pupils constricted slightly.

He could certainly continue killing real people.

Just one more second, and the gray fog will completely engulf that cursed soul.

But that one second was enough for the cursed spirit of the coiled rope to tear his companion to shreds.

"Choose, Rito." Mitsuru's voice came from the broken wall high above, his tone carrying a calm smile.

"Will you kill the real person, or watch your companion die?"

The gray fog lingered in the air for a moment.

Rito's hands trembled slightly. In that instant, what flashed through his mind was not the face of a real person, but the image of Kugizaki lying in the ruins and Fushiguro's heavily injured and charred figure.

Then, he withdrew his hand.

The power of the domain suddenly shifted, and the gray mist surged back like a tide, devouring all the cursed spirits that were approaching Itajitsu and his companions.

The cursed spirits struggled, decayed, and turned to ashes in the gray mist.

"Rito!" Kugizaki shouted.

Li Ren didn't turn around, but just whispered something.

"Let's go first."

At that very moment, Juan Suo's figure appeared beside the real person.

He held a black rune stone engraved with incantations between his fingers and gently squeezed it.

The rune shattered, and a dark crack opened behind the real person, swallowing him up.

"You—" Rito turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

Juan Suo smiled slightly: "This game is not over yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a Rubik's Cube-shaped stone from his pocket.

The stone was sharply defined, with a closed eye carved on each of its eight faces, which looked as if it might open at any moment.

A faint sense of ancient, otherworldly magical power emanated from the stone.

The moment Rito saw it through the gray fog, he felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by a hand.

Prison gates!