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You're telling me this strange terrain was created by someone using a spell?

What's the point of hitting it?

It's hopeless, I'm doomed, goodbye.

"Don't go, Lord Tsukumo Yuki, Lord Ekiku."

Nanami Kento lunged forward, grabbing one of their legs with each arm: "Only the two of you can resolve this crisis now."

"You think too highly of me. I'm just an innocent high school student."

The second bone was worried and pulled its leg with too much force.

"No, no, no, I think you should find someone else, like Gojo Satoru? Isn't he the strongest sorcerer?"

Ninety-nine Yuki, with a ferocious expression, tried to shake off the trash on her legs.

"But Lord Gojo Satoru has already died in battle."

Nanami Kento roared.

"Huh? x2!"

The two top-level officers turned around simultaneously, their pupils contracting sharply: "What did you say?"

"Just last night..."

Nanami Kento got up, adjusted his glasses, sighed, and recounted what had happened.

"... Caught off guard, Gojo Satoru was cut in two by that sword, and his body was taken away by that group of people."

"Wait, you mean Gojo Satoru forced the other guy to reveal his trump card, and then couldn't withstand a single move and was cut in half?"

Ninety-nine Yuki was still somewhat skeptical.

"Yes."

"Hahaha, that arrogant guy actually died in such a hilarious way?"

Yuki laughed so hard he bent over, then his expression changed, and he turned and ran: "Goodbye!"

Volume 1: Chapter 89 Kazuma: What does it mean to be decisive and ruthless?! (Hands on hips)

Although she had her own trump cards, she didn't think she could beat Gojo Satoru.

Even without preparation, Gojo Satoru was killed with a single sword strike.

She couldn't do anything.

Indeed, we should unite the forces of all nations first; this is no longer a disaster that the mere world of sorcery can handle.

besides.....

She still couldn't understand why sword masters or sword saints could kill sorcerers!

For sorcerers, this shock is even greater than the shock itself.

It's as unbelievable as a cultivator hearing that a Nascent Soul ancestor has been killed by a martial arts master.

at this time.

A tall figure emerged from the forest, still sporting that same sly expression.

"Long time no see, everyone, and... Nanami Akira (Nanami Kento), you're still as serious and responsible as ever... But I'm not dead, aren't you happy?"

A young man with white hair greeted him with a grin.

"Gojo Satoru?"

Tsukumo Yuki was taken aback and turned to look at Nanami Kento.

Didn't they say he was dead?

There's a ghost in front of me.

"He was on the verge of death, but we saved him."

The three of them, including Hachiman, also emerged from the forest.

Behind them were Toyokawa Shoko, possibly Kato Megumi, and Yotsuya Miko with her eyes covered by a black cloth.

If you wander around in places like this, you could really run into serious problems.

"That's really scary...~"

Gojo Satoru, with his hands in his pockets, walked to the edge of what was once flat ground but is now a cliff, and bent over to look at the shattered earth below.

He took a funny breath and gesticulated wildly: "As expected of my chosen opponent, he's so strong that he's changed the landscape?"

"I don't think others consider you a match, you 2.5-jo Satoru-sama who was cut in half with a single sword strike."

Nanami Kento remained expressionless.

I was so sad for nothing; that unreliable guy actually survived.

However, this also proves his point.

Gojo Satoru is the strongest, so he's completely unreliable.

"And don't you think you should say something, Lord Gojo Satoru, who caused this huge crisis?"

Gojo Satoru was sunk.

He looked completely pale and kept muttering to himself.

He felt guilty about the deaths of so many sorcerers.

But the thought that those old folks were also dead instantly brought a smile to his face.

Li Shimin exclaimed, "He's an expert!"

"What we mean is that it's impossible for us to defeat the commander... that is, the swordsman, in a one-on-one fight."

Looking at the strongest figures in the world of jutsu before him, Hikigaya said directly, "To be precise, there is absolutely no possibility of victory."

My idea is to find the dark cavity, lure or force the intruder into it, and then the crisis will naturally be resolved.

"Black cavity?"

Tsukumo Yuki narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Just think of it as a special spatial rift that connects to another world."

Kazuma sighed: "Although I know you may not believe it, we do come from another world."

That person actually exists in another world, and is also a reflection of our boss at a certain point in time.

Reflection?

A certain period?

The one who killed five Satoru with one sword, blew up this canyon with one move, and rewrote the terrain.

Tsukumo Yuki and Nanami Kenji both looked at each other with an expression that said, "What are you talking about?"

Even Etotsu looked melancholy.

I'm so tired, I want to die.

Why is it getting scarier and scarier?

I believe you!

Gojo Satoru raised his hand unsteadily: "I completely believe in people from another world. After all, that kind of swordsmanship couldn't possibly be a product of this world."

"In short, I hope you can unite all forces in this world that can be united to deal with possible crises."

Ayanokouji emphasized, "What I mean is that those beings called curse masters, and evil spirits, must unite and gather all their power to possibly deal with this disaster; otherwise..."

He said wistfully, "Maybe humanity will go extinct too~"

The officer already mentioned this when introducing the Mystic Code.

Its function is merely to reflect a mirror demon; it has no self, no reason, and is similar to an AI, only capable of attacking indiscriminately, friend or foe.

Its function is simply to release a soldier with some combat ability to cover the rear and hold off pursuing enemies.

Who knew that someone, in their overconfidence, had inadvertently revealed something to their superior...

Under the watchful eyes of several people.

Kazuma felt extremely uncomfortable and shouted, "You all agreed to it!"

Why should all the blame be placed on him?

"Ahem, that's it."

Gojo Satoru coughed once.

"You mean... Two-Faced Sukuna?"

Ninety-nine Yuki squinted his eyes.

The others also suddenly changed color.

"Is the situation really that critical?"

How many fingers do you want to collect?

"Of course all of them."

Gojou laughed.

Of the twenty fingers of the Cursed King Ryomen Sukuna, six are from the Tokyo Jujutsu High School, five from the Kyoto Jujutsu High School, and the others have likely been collected by others as well...

"Just a reminder, Gojo Satoru, although you are the strongest sorcerer of this era."

Tsukumo Yuki said in a deep voice, "But that is the [King], who transcends the times, the King of all curse masters of all eras."

Ordinary minor characters might not understand the difference.

Or people like Kento Nanami who blindly have confidence in Gojo Satoru.

But she was very clear that Gojo Satoru was only the strongest of his era, while the other party was the one who stood at the very top of all known eras.

Once released, the danger it poses might not be any less than that of the swordsman, right?

No, you just don't understand.

Gojo Satoru said calmly, "Even if it's two Sukuna, it only increases the possibility of struggle a little more."

He himself stood at the very end of the sorcerer realm, and knew very well that no matter how strong Ryoumen Sukuna was, he was at most one level stronger than him.

Compared to those ultimate swordsmen, they are insignificant.

Fortunately, according to Ayanokouji and the others, the enemy's forces were not large in scale...

.......

reality.

"Komachi, what's your brother been up to all this time, acting all mysterious?"

Chiba.

In an ordinary residential building.

The middle-aged housewife, who looked much more prosperous, suddenly said.

"Yeah, where did that brat go?"

The middle-aged man in the custom-made suit also took a sip of wine and swirled the glass with enjoyment.

"You guys are too materialistic. You never asked your brother before."

Hikigaya Komachi closed his eyes.

During this time, my brother bought my mother a bunch of expensive skincare products, as well as high-end clothes, shoes, hats, scarves, and bags, making her the center of attention among the neighbors.