Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"Snap!"

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the depths of the alley. It was the heavy echo of Mo Xuluo's footsteps crushing the asphalt. This mountain-like Divine General of the Otherworld was approaching the cursed master, whose hands had been severed and who was on the verge of death, with destructive killing intent.

December knew very well that, according to the rules of the subjugation ritual, once the curse master who was a "participant" died, the ritual would be forcibly terminated instantly, and the caster, Fushiguro Megumi, would perish together with him.

The curse master, who was on the verge of despair, was about to be completely crushed by the mountain-like heavy punch of the Eight-Handed Sword, the Divine General of the Otherworld, Demon Void.

"Damn it!"

On the first day of December, a hoarse roar erupted. His condition was utterly miserable; the clothes he had picked up were soaked with blood and sweat, and had dried and crusted over in the previous high temperature.

He was now kneeling on one knee in the cold pile of rubble, holding Fushiguro Megumi, who was in a state of apparent death, tightly in his arms, while his other hand slammed into the ground.

"The cunning mouse made me believe it was real."

Just as Mo Xuluo's heavy punch landed, the rubble and mud beneath the curse master suddenly began to writhe violently as if boiling. Countless stones, imbued with the power of the rat talisman, instantly "came to life," intertwining and overlapping to form a massive rock arm made of rubble. With a sudden scoop, it violently dragged the dazed curse master from under Mo Xuluo's feet and tossed him into the shadows of the alleyway.

"Kulon".

The enormous Dharma wheel behind the deity spun with a sound that seemed to carve a knife into the soul of the new moon, causing his body to shiver involuntarily.

"Yuko, get all the backup machines here!" December's voice echoed wildly through the communicator.

"What do you want to do?"

"I told you, the Rat Talisman and you are a perfect match, right?" December's voice was unusually calm, almost insanely calm. "I will give soul to inanimate objects."

As he spoke, December Shuo placed his palm on the tracks of a massive, heavy excavator behind him, which had been paralyzed by an explosion. The instant his palm touched it, an indescribable pulse of life erupted from December Shuo's palm. There was no magical power, no negative energy; it was pure, conceptual "activation."

The previously lifeless excavator suddenly roared with its engine, but this roar carried a hint of a beastly growl. Its steel joints twisted and reassembled strangely without hydraulic support; its mechanical arm transformed into thick, sharp claws, and its massive bucket became a gaping maw filled with steel teeth.

At the same time, a dense series of whooshing sounds echoed through the alleyway. Those were the hundreds of miniature and medium-sized mechanical puppets that Yukichi had mobilized at any cost.

"Buzz—!"

A grayish-white light instantly connected all the machines. Before the divine general summoned by Fushiguro Megumi, an "army" made of steel was rapidly taking shape. These machines did not rely on Kokichi's remote control; they had gained a "soul" bestowed by the Rat Talisman.

"This is... turning stillness into movement?" Kokichi stared blankly at the screen in the basement.

"roar--!"

Demon Void seemed to sense a threat. This "creature" devoid of any magical power was something it had never been accustomed to. It swung its demon-slaying sword, and a golden light instantly slashed towards the charging steel behemoth.

Suddenly, an extremely evil aura came from afar. It was Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses. In the gap between defeating Louhu, he sensed the fluctuations of the subjugation ritual and was crossing the battlefield with an unstoppable momentum.

Almost the instant this aura rose, a man dressed in a black kimono, with strange markings on his forehead, silently appeared atop the crumbling walls at the top of the alley. He stood on a half-broken steel bar, toying with a wisp of embers in his hand.

"Oh? Isn't this that brat with no magical power?" Sukuna chuckled with delight. "To think he could come up with such an amusing 'stunt.' To imbue an inanimate object with a soul... such a technique was unheard of even a thousand years ago."

Su Nuo leaped down from the height, his toes lightly touching the ground. He looked at the mechanical army that had become lifelike due to the rat talisman, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"However, what does the existence or non-existence of the soul matter in the face of a 'slash'?"

"Su Nuo..." On the first day of the twelfth month, Su Nuo protected Fu Hei Hui and slowly retreated.

Su Nuo's fingers twitched slightly.

In an instant, an invisible slash swept across. The steel army of December was shattered in a flash, and the machines that possessed will were cut down in an instant.

Su Nuo didn't even glance at him. He landed lightly in front of the December 1st Moon, confirmed that Fu Hei Hui was still alive, and then turned to look at the Demon Void Luo who was adapting to everything as the Dharma Wheel turned.

"Run for your life, kid."

Su Nuo's figure vanished instantly, and the next second, the entire Shibuya district erupted in a deafening roar. The clash between the King of Curses and the God of the Other Rings caused the earth to undulate like waves, plunging Shibuya into true physical destruction.

"Go...we have to go!" December 2nd gritted his teeth, carrying Hei Hui on his back, and applied the power of the Rat Talisman to the ground beneath his feet. The asphalt road began to move like an escalator, carrying them away from the center of the battlefield at high speed, and taking Hui to a safe area far away from the fierce fighting.

However, seeing the rising smoke and dust and collapsing buildings in the distance, December 1st stopped in its tracks.

As a "transmigrator," he knew perfectly well what Shibuya would become. Due to the adaptability of the Demon Lord, Sukuna would eventually unleash his domain. At that time, all life within a 140-meter radius would be reduced to ashes.

"If I leave now... I'll really just be a bystander."

On the first day of December, he glanced at his watch, turned around, and rushed back against the flow of the fleeing crowd.

"Damn it! Let's do it!"

He rushed into the nearby residential area. The power of the Rat Talisman spread like ripples. The building that was about to collapse suddenly "grew" thick stone legs in the gray light. With a roar, they stabilized their center of gravity and extended huge terrace "hands" to lift the terrified civilians from the ruins and escort them to a more distant place.

"Run! Don't look back!"

December roared. He ran wildly through the ruins, every nerve screaming under the strain of the Rat Talisman. One building, two buildings, three buildings... Driven by his will, this lifeless city ruins came alive, forming an ironclad defense line of buildings, firmly blocking the way for ordinary people.

"boom--!!!"

The final judgment arrived. Sukuna unleashed his domain, and the torrent of "Demon Slayer" cleaved through the entire block along with the demonic horde.

The dust settled.

Su Nuo stood in the center of the void, his gaze piercing through the ruins and landing on a young man covered in blood, yet still standing tall. He discovered that on the edge of a realm where no one should have survived, a group of ordinary people had actually survived.

"You monkey...you're more tenacious than I imagined."

Su Nuo's figure instantly appeared in front of the first day of the twelfth month. Without any words, a "Solution" capable of cutting through everything came straight at him.

"Is that all? At least I saved so many people, didn't I?"

The shadow of death instantly enveloped the new moon of December. Scenes flashed before my eyes: time travel, exchange meetings, the Eighty-Eight Bridges.

"Eighty-Eight Bridges!"

On the first day of December, I suddenly remembered the expansion of Fushiguro Megumi's domain that day.

In his mind, the wheel of twelve talismans spun wildly, and various insights gathered in his mind between life and death.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he clasped his hands together abruptly. A unique wave, different from the power of incantation, exploded out instantly.

"Domain Expansion—"

"Twelve Heavenly Stems - Eternal Coordinates"