Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"I am Yukichi."

"Gojo Satoru has been sealed! The prison gates have closed!" The boy's voice rang in the ears of everyone at the high school. "Now is not the time to despair. If Gojo-sensei is taken away from Shibuya, that will be the true end. From now on, I will assume command and conduct a comprehensive tactical reorganization."

"Objective: Recapture Gojo Satoru."

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On December 1st, dragging his shattered body, he ran on the escalator between B1 and B2.

To say he was running wouldn't be accurate. Because his spine had been severed by Haruta Shigemi, the dog charm, while maintaining his mobility, made the sound of his bones rubbing against each other with every step exceptionally clear in the quiet stairwell.

"So he's still sealed away?" December Shuo leaned on his katana, letting dark red blood drip from his fingertips. Despite his prior disclosure of information, despite even revealing the existence of Xia Youjie and Yumen Jiang, Gojo Satoru's fate remained unchanged.

"Hiss—" He gasped.

He had no time to dwell on Gojo Satoru's seal; there were many more people whose fates awaited his intervention.

Pushing open the heavy fire door on the B2 level, a pungent smell of blood hits you.

"Three to seven."

A deep, rhythmic cracking sound echoed in the middle of the platform. It was Nanami Kento. This man, always impeccably dressed in a suit, was now surrounded by hundreds of cyborgs. His tie was loose, and with each swing of the short sword wrapped around his right hand, he delivered precise spell-based critical strikes to his enemies.

Beside him, Ino Takuma was sweating profusely, waving his fists. His mask was soaked with blood as he focused all his energy on his technique.

"A mythical beast has arrived!"

With a low growl, the sharp, phantom-like weapon formed from cursed power spun wildly, forcefully piercing through several cyborgs that were lunging towards Nanami's rear.

"Mr. Nanami, we can't possibly kill all these monsters!" Ino Takuma gasped for breath, a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. "At this rate, our magical power will run out first!"

"Don't get distracted, Ino-kun." Nanami Kento severed the head of a cyborg without turning his head, his tone still cold. "We need to increase efficiency as much as possible."

"Mr. Nanami!"

December 1st let out a roar and leaped down from the height, crashing into the center of the modified crowd like a blood-red cannonball.

He has no spells, no wide-range attacks; all he has is this indestructible, broken body.

"Pfft!"

A cyborg's claw pierced through Shuo's chest, but he didn't even flinch. Instead, he charged forward, using the momentum to skewer his opponent along with the three cyborgs behind him like a skewer.

"December-kun?" Ino Takuma's eyes twitched violently. Shocked, he almost interrupted the spell. He had witnessed the body, which could almost be described as a patchwork of corpses, rampaging across the battlefield.

He had seen madmen and sorcerers who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, but he had never seen a person like December 1st...

"Ino-kun, put away your sympathy; that's the greatest insult to him." Nanami Kento swung his sword backhand, using a spell to repel the surrounding cyborgs. Even so, his eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at December 1st.

"Don't worry about me."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he kicked aside a corpse. His current appearance was extremely terrifying: there was a through wound in his abdomen, which made his internal organs clearly visible. The dark golden light was like a layer of plastic wrap, forcibly fixing the internal organs in place; the bones of his right arm had long been broken into several pieces, but he could still steadily lift the tarnished katana.

The three stood back to back, forming a deadly defensive line in the extremely narrow corridor. Nanami was responsible for eliminating high-level targets at specific points, Ino used the auspicious beast for interference and mid-range damage, while Twelve Moon used its immortality to forcibly withstand all possible attacks from blind spots and the constant influx of damaged cyborgs.

"Why didn't you dodge?" Ino asked during a lull in the fighting, his voice trembling slightly.

"Because it's easier to block the view, and you won't be distracted." December spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "Mr. Ino, you've been following Mr. Nanami. You should understand that efficiency is the most important thing right now."

Looking at Saku's back, which was constantly crumbling yet forcibly held together by the dark golden light, Ino Takuma felt a chill run down his spine.

Ten minutes later, the remaining enemies on level B2 were all cleared out. Amidst the scattered limbs and severed bodies, December leaned against a vending machine, breathing heavily like a bellows.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The miniature mechanical pellet on the shoulder made a sound again:

"Can you hear that? A huge barrier has appeared on level B3."

"It's Tuogen." December 1st stood up, leaning on the vending machine.

He remembered the curse. It looked like a red octopus alien, but was actually a top-tier cursed spirit in the form of a cursed embryo. Once it completed its abnormal development, its power would be enough to suppress several level-one sorcerers simultaneously.

"Mr. Nanami, go to B3. There's something more troublesome there."

Nanami Kento wiped the blood from his dagger, his eyes grave: "December-kun, your body..."

"I won't die." December 1st grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth.

The three quickly evacuated, descending directly to B3 via the maintenance ladder.

When they broke through the magical barrier that exuded the scent of the ocean, what came into view was a vast sea.

The entire B3 level has disappeared, replaced by a sunny beach and azure waves—that is the domain of Tuogen [Dangyun Horizon].

Beneath this breathtaking scenery lay an extremely brutal massacre.

Zenin Naohito, the current head of the Zenin family, moved swiftly across the sea like a blur. Meanwhile, on a corner of the beach, Kamo Noriyuki knelt on the ground, his eye sockets riddled with ruptured capillaries from overuse of [Crimson Scale Leap]. He clasped his hands together, desperately trying to maintain the blood net of [Crimson Bind], attempting to intercept the frenzied, biting shikigami.

Behind him, Miwa Kasumi held a wooden sword horizontally, her whole body trembling violently. Her feet were firmly planted in the sand, maintaining a "simple domain," and the tip of the sword continuously scraped away the pieces of flesh that broke through the blood net.

"Kamo-senpai, you're bleeding too much!" Miwa Kasumi exclaimed, her school uniform torn to shreds by the shikigami fish.

"Shut up... Maintain the domain!" Kamo Kenki roared, shooting out several more jets of blood from his fingertips, only to be swallowed whole by the giant shikigami that leaped out from the sea.

At the center of the domain, the red cursed spirit had evolved into a demon god with strong limbs and wings on its back.

"Shikigami—the endlessly dying Lu Qun!"

The Thögen let out a low growl, and countless monstrous fish with sharp teeth began to frantically tear at everyone within its domain.

"Damn it, it's a guaranteed hit technique."

"Senior! Old man! Kamo! Sanwa!" On the first day of December, he rushed onto the beach, the seawater reaching his ankles.

"December? What's wrong with you, you look like this!" Zenin Maki turned around in a moment of surprise, almost dropping the [Wandering Cloud] she was holding. She had never seen anyone so badly injured yet still alive and kicking.

"Stop talking nonsense and get behind me!" December took a step forward and stood directly in front of Miwa Kasumi and Kamo Kenki.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Countless shikigami fish pierced his back, thighs, and shoulders like sharp swords. He acted as a giant lure, drawing all the deadly Lu hordes that were originally attacking the group towards him. Large chunks of flesh were torn apart, revealing even the bare bones.

"This guy... has no incantation power, no spells, how could he possibly hold on?" Zenji Naohito narrowed his eyes, the proud old man revealing a scrutinizing gaze.

"Stop talking about me, attack it!" December roared, grabbing two piranhas that were gnawing at his ribs and crushing them to pieces.

"Not enough." Torg's magical power reserves were almost inexhaustible, while his dog charm... He subconsciously glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist.

There are only fifteen minutes left before the dog charm expires.