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Where does the title of "leader of all spirits" come from?

It was won through fighting and struggle.

His sword answered.

With bones piled high and blood flowing like the sea, we exterminated the dragons, imprisoned the Titans in cages, and tamed the wolf Fenrir into a dog. Finally, we dominated the world and ascended to the altar.

Where does human nobility come from?

This stems from our extermination of all beasts and our domination of the planet, with humanity as the symbol of the soul of the universe. (The universe is set up with only Homo sapiens as the sole intelligent life form.)

Even tens of thousands of years ago, they broke out of the continent, swept across many humans, and dominated the throne.

We can even wipe out ourselves.

It is only right that we dominate.

The aura of war, the smoke of battle, and the swords of slaughter together formed the sword intent that seemed capable of piercing the heavens and creating the impossible.

Before this sword, whatever the heart desires becomes the limit of one's power.

Nothing is impossible.

.....

Quiet.

Dead silence.

Everyone was speechless, their eyes filled with blankness.

Even humanity's most powerful weapon of destruction couldn't kill the swordsman, so what other options are there?

The cursed spirits were also in despair, muttering like Xianglin's wife.

'I shouldn't have gone abroad. Being a florist would have been so much better and safer.'

"I want to slurp up a bowl of snail rice noodles right now!"

"Qingchengzi, I'm not running away anymore, come save me! Waaah!!"

no respond.

"Don't panic, it's not a big problem, everything is going according to plan."

Kazuma said calmly, trying his best to comfort her.

fart!

The others glared at them angrily.

If you're so capable, then stop shaking.

"What Kazuma said is true. This was just a reflection of our boss that we used our Mystic Code to illuminate. By now, it should be almost over. It was just a final burst of energy before death."

Hachiman's eyes flashed: "Hang in there, let's go together. As long as we force him back into that dark cavity in front, we'll be saved."

.......

"I...I'll never trust you again..."

The river spirit spat out a bubble.

The battle is over.

Blood dripped onto the bare seabed, like a beautiful yet cruel flower.

On the shattered ground covered with sword marks, not a single intact stone could be found. Blazing lava surged from the ground, but that was not the work of a swordsman.

It was done by a cursed spirit, a symbol of humanity's fear of fire, in a desperate self-destruction.

There were countless fist marks and explosion marks all around, which were the products of the Ninety-Nine Yugi Angel form.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

The dense sword marks, like a spider web, spread along the damaged traces to the end.

Thick black smoke filled the battlefield ruins.

The crimson blood, whether from cursed spirits or humans, gathered together like a beautiful yet malevolent sea of ​​flowers blooming on the earth, illustrating the tragic nature of life.

Yuta Otsuki held his dying cursed spirit, Rika, and stared blankly at the dimly lit sea, waiting for the sun to rise and for death to come.

He surpassed Gojo Satoru, and his supposedly limitless magical power had long been severed.

I'm just an ordinary person now.

Even though he had previously gone beyond his limits, replicating a whole bunch of cheating spell mechanisms and making Rika fully manifest, it didn't make much difference.

In fact, it's more about transferring magical power to others.

Gojo Satoru leaned against a raised piece of land, quietly awaiting death.

His right arm looked as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast, with the white bone exposed in the air, making his face pale and his breath faint. His lifeless eyes stared silently at the reddened sky.

But what's worse is that his lower body was torn off, and everything below his chest disappeared without a trace.

In fact, if he hadn't reacted quickly and torn off his stabbed arm and lower body, it wouldn't have been just his mangled remains that would have been destroyed.

Even Kazuma's eyes were lifeless, and he leaned against Ayanokouji, looking utterly exhausted.

He only had one eye because his left eyeball saw something it shouldn't have seen, and Ayanokouji promptly gouged it out.

I freaking thank you.

However, Ayanokouji fared even worse, as he was stabbed in the kidney and was immediately killed by two daggers, which destroyed half of his waist and kidney.

tower.

Tata.

Burning earth, warped tectonic plates, rising smoke, and craters everywhere...

Light footsteps sounded.

The man who appeared before everyone was a free-spirited and unconventional man.

She was graceful and slender, her blue robe casually buttoned up, her face clean and smiling, her long, jet-black hair tied in a small ponytail, and a sword casually slung over her shoulder as she leisurely walked with light steps.

Even that seemingly amusing manner of his seemed somewhat familiar.

They were already extremely close to the officer that Ayanokouji and the others knew.

But at this moment, everyone only felt terror.

Your eyes aren't smiling!

Even if their posture and expression were extremely similar to those of people they trusted and knew, their eyes remained devoid of emotion, cold and mechanical.

"It's no use, I can't handle it!"

Shoko Toyokawa, who had been hiding in the sea unharmed, emerged from a distance. Her beautiful eyes were now filled with psychological trauma, devoid of any light.

She suspected that if she went back and saw Mr. Rother, her legs would go weak and her skirt would get wet.

Well, if we could go back.

"No, it's almost healed..."

Hachiman laughed as a jagged gash stretched across his left shoulder and right waist.

Half of his head was missing, his cheeks showing his gums and white bone, yet he looked as if he had accomplished a great feat.

This officer really showed no mercy whatsoever.

"...Oh right, Uncle Gojo, hurry up and swallow your finger, buy us some time!"

."knew!"

Gojo Satoru's lips twitched, but he still stuffed the nineteen fingers he had collected into his mouth all at once.

Hopefully, Mr. Ryomen Sukuna will be satisfied.

This mangled body...

Even Yuki Tsukumo, who was originally the most opposed, showed no sign of opposition at this moment.

Many people, whether they are spirits, curse masters, or sorcerers.

He could only plead in his heart, "King of Curses from a thousand years ago, please give me some strength!!"

next moment.

"—What a noisy insect."

The sound didn't pass through the eardrums, but rather crushed directly into the soul.

The surrounding smoke and the pervasive stench of blood suddenly froze, as if the whole world had held its breath.

An invisible wind slowly rose, spiraling upwards.

Gojo Satoru, who had been completely despondent, suddenly froze, revealing obvious joy, and then decisively relinquished control of his body, handing it over.

"Huh? Not bad, physique~"

The arrogant and haughty voice carried a hint of surprise.

Next chapter, I'll go back and finish the fight. Sorry, it was a bit long. I'm on my period, my aunt, uncle, and cousin all came, and I'm still not fully recovered.

P.S.: This is the author's note and doesn't count towards the word count. The author doesn't limit the word count; many works are 4600, 5300, or 5600-5700, and are counted as 4500, 5500, or 5000 words. The author counts points based on 500 words; anything exceeding that doesn't count unless the word count is capped at 5000 or 5500.

Buffalo doesn't like doing it this way, and he knows he can't control the pace well and his writing is rather sloppy. If he tries to cut the word count, it will be too lame, so he will usually exceed the word count by one, two, or three hundred words, which won't count towards the points.

Volume 1: Chapter 92 Su Nuo: Sorry to bother you, farewell!

"Wait a minute, it's not just good, it's absolutely fantastic!"

This body possesses almost as much as he did in life.

With his nineteen fingers added, he could even surpass his life's achievements!

The laughter grew even more rampant.

Then, ominous black runes appeared on Gojo Satoru's chest, writhing and spreading as if they were alive.

"A thousand years have passed... and the lingering scent of cursed power remains so repulsive."

"A contemporary sorcerer?"

"Not even worth mentioning... just a speck of dust."

Four scarlet demonic eyes suddenly opened.

That gaze held an arrogant disdain for all living beings; it was an absolute malice accumulated over thousands of years.

His lips curled into a wild, almost superhuman grin.

Confident, domineering, and arrogant, he seemed to think that no one in the world could catch his eye.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming stench of blood rose into the sky.

maltreat!

Madness!

Arrogant!

But he is a walking natural disaster, a negation of all life...

"Kneel down, you ants."

"Those who stand here at this moment—"

"It's the King of Curses!"

A terrifying burst of magical power, surpassing all sorcerers and curse masters.

Ryomen Sukuna merely moved his newly acquired knuckles slightly, and the surrounding space began to groan in agony, as if it were about to collapse.

The cursed power transformed into a pitch-black vortex that swirled around him, radiating an extremely concentrated pressure.

Then he suddenly stood up...?