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Geto Suguru's forehead wasn't wrapped with white bandages, but this didn't represent good news. On the contrary, it indicated that the Sun Totem had fully formed and no longer needed additional bandages for concealment.

The complete Sun Totem had invisibility effects and couldn't be seen by outsiders. This totem was the symbol of the Supervisory Committee's collective contract, granting people the power of immortality.

However, not everyone wanted "immortality." Immortality without self-control was obviously a curse, not luck.

Geto Suguru in the Crossroads Tower was deeply entangled by this curse, unable to escape the bitter sea of being controlled and made into a tool.

The only freedom Geto Suguru had now was his thoughts and speech, but this only brought more pain, because he would clearly perceive what he did while being controlled.

The Supervisory Committee's tendrils coiled around the entire jujutsu world, with no hope visible ahead, only emptiness.

The youth with half-long hair tied in a bun had no expression on his face, a numbness like stagnant water. Only when he noticed the white-haired person in the sky did the stagnant water stir slightly.

Geto Suguru gazed at the white-haired figure suspended above, his lips moving for a moment but unable to say anything at first.

The two looked at each other from afar across the long distance. In some dazed moment, they seemed to return to the high school period when their school uniform hems fluttered in the wind and they laughed carefree with bright eyes, returning to those golden years of youthful beauty without worries, calling each other's names loudly again.

However, the cool pre-dawn wind carried the cold cursed energy in the air, stirring instinctive wariness and bringing instant clarity back to the gray reality of this moment.

Geto Suguru stood steadily at the edge of the tower top, tilting his head back slightly, showing a stiff smile on his numb face: "Sorry... I can't control myself."

Gojo Satoru naturally understood the meaning of these words. In fact, he had known this all along.

Perhaps because he hadn't communicated with anyone for too long, Geto Suguru's voice sounded somewhat hoarse and dry. His pronunciation was slightly difficult, yet he stubbornly said word by word: "Please act, I beg you, Satoru. Even if I can't obtain release, at least there will be brief peace."

The current Geto Suguru was an "immortal" tool. When his body perished, he would return to the Supervisory Committee for "nurturing and rebirth." It just required some time for this process.

Geto Suguru had already regarded the time consumed by this death and revival as breathing space for freedom and peace.

The strongest no longer had a smile on his face. The Six Eyes that could absorb massive amounts of information clearly recognized his close friend's inner pain at this moment. His pure white eyelashes involuntarily drooped and then lifted again.

After a brief moment, Gojo Satoru said: "I know."

His voice was low, and these simple words seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds.

"I won't hesitate." The white-haired man put both hands in his trouser pockets, looking down at the earth, his blue pupils sweeping with colors of ultimate brilliant beauty. "...Free death is a kind of grace. I will equally grant it to you, to others, to the world."

His tone was unexpectedly stable, a voice that seemed to come from the deep sea. The white-haired man raised his right hand, aiming downward in a gesture.

All living beings were ants.

Gojo Satoru's heart was incredibly calm at this moment.

The suddenly raised immense cursed energy was like lightning that split heaven and earth, thunderously penetrating the entire Kyoto Tower in less than a fraction of a second!

The entire high tower was struck, instantly vaporized to ash by high temperature and pressure! Countless surrounding skyscrapers also collapsed and disintegrated under this shockwave, and the trees and flowers in the streetscape were burned to nothing.

However, a giant cursed spirit suddenly rose from the smoke and dust, carrying Geto Suguru as it flew out.

At the same time, Ryomen Sukuna also raised his arms to block and landed during the explosion, using reverse cursed technique to repair the injuries he suffered from the impact. The moment he landed, bloody cattle bones seemed to surge from underground, and a shrine with regular yet eerie design rose from the ground. He directly expanded his domain: Malevolent Kitchen.

His attack range included everyone present.

After all, Ryomen Sukuna had no concept of ally or enemy. He acted according to his whims, and having escaped again from the vessel cage called Itadori Yuji, he only wanted to fight heartily and didn't care about what those rotten oranges behind him said.

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Ryomen Sukuna each stood on one side of the battlefield. Their surging cursed energies chaotically intertwined, brewing storms capable of tearing through cloud layers.

Battles between special grades were never quick. Gojo Satoru's earlier attack, Geto Suguru's cursed spirit, and Ryomen Sukuna's domain were all opening warm-ups.

A melee battle had just begun.

……

Jiang Lai walked through the streets of Uji City. The sky had already grown slightly bright, and shops that opened early by the roadside had begun preparing.

He had bought today's released matcha rice balls from that dessert shop called Seven Thousand Cats.

Having rushed here before dawn, he naturally became the earliest customer to arrive at the shop entrance.

When the shop owner handed him the dessert, he sighed: "Oh my, such devoted patronage, coming so early."

"My friend really wanted to eat this dessert from your shop." Jiang Lai replied with a smile. "So I came to buy it." He said, taking out the membership card from Gojo Satoru's wallet.

"Seems like a very good friend. Oh, it's this customer." The shop owner took the membership card and recognized the card's owner. "Today's rice balls happen to suit his taste. I remember this customer is extremely fond of sweets."

"To the extent of being able to eat an entire sugar factory." Jiang Lai said half-jokingly.

The shop owner brought out a box of fresh matcha rice balls from the back: "Here, your packaged dessert." Then, he handed over a beautifully wrapped small box along with it. "This was stored by Mr. Gojo, the owner of this membership card, last time. He said to take it when the membership card was presented next time. I'll entrust it to you."

Jiang Lai was slightly stunned, then reached out to take that extra small box.

The moment it touched his hand, his [Existence] senses allowed him to keenly detect some familiar cursed energy emanating from within... This was Ryomen Sukuna's finger?!

Jiang Lai's mind was shocked for a moment: In other words, the last finger that the jujutsu world and Supervisory Committee couldn't find no matter what was with Gojo Satoru??

It seemed that Gojo Satoru hadn't carried it with him, but had used an absolutely safe sealing box to seal it, wrapped it in colorful outer packaging, and added a layer of inconspicuous concealing cursed energy, storing it in various dessert shops he frequented.

The most dangerous place was the safest place... Those guys probably couldn't imagine that such an important thing was stored together with desserts.

Jiang Lai's expression went half-moon in his heart.

At the same time, his thoughts flowed calmly, and he somewhat understood why Gojo Satoru had him come buy desserts. A very important reason was to entrust the last finger to him.

As the strongest, Gojo Satoru could naturally perceive his own mental state.

He knew the last remaining rationality could collapse at any time, so before the final straw battle, he sent Jiang Lai away to retrieve and safeguard the finger.

In Gojo Satoru's heart, at least Jiang Lai was trustworthy and rational, able to properly handle this last finger.

Although he had left the high school and become a cursed user, Gojo Satoru's heart ultimately had a part that remained there.

Jiang Lai lowered his eyes, his fingertips stroking that extra small box, his mood somewhat complex.

Just then, a thunderous roar came from the distance! The earth beneath his feet trembled, and a blinding flash of light streaked across the sky in Kyoto's direction.

Without needing much thought, Jiang Lai instantly looked up and understood: the battle in Kyoto had begun!

He tucked the matcha rice balls and small box into his chest, lightly tapped his feet, and returned toward Kyoto at full technique speed.

The howling morning wind brushed across his cheek as Jiang Lai's thoughts flowed calmly in his mind.

...Speaking of which, since this world was constructed based on Gojo Satoru's memories and reality, could Gojo Satoru die in this world?

If he died in this illusory Crossroads Tower, would his real brain accept this fact and become truly brain dead?

Jiang Lai's mind tensed for a moment, then he thought again.

But then again, since this place was constructed with Gojo Satoru as the foundation, the characters' abilities should also be linked to Gojo Satoru's impressions.

If Gojo Satoru believed himself to be invincible, then no one could kill him.

He would keep circling in this world where only he was invincible, sleeping forever in growing madness.

Jiang Lai rode the wind, and after opening his techniques fully, he quickly reached Kyoto.

From afar, he noticed a transparent barrier erected around the city's perimeter.

This barrier seemed able to block specific personnel from entering or leaving, isolating inside and outside into two extreme worlds.

Jiang Lai thought it was most likely erected by the higher-ups or Supervisory Committee to prevent interference from Gojo Satoru's former colleagues and students.

As an [Existence], Jiang Lai never worried about barriers. He passed through as if it were nothing and stepped inside.

……

Everything in sight was gray ruins and dust, hardly recognizable as what had once been a prosperous modern city.

Only two or three buildings stood alone like solitary old trees with crooked necks that occasionally appeared in vast deserts, conspicuous, abrupt, and bleakly terrifying.

Before this, both Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna had expanded their domains.

Because Sukuna's was a semi-open domain with a range exceeding the outside of Gojo Satoru's domain, it could attack Gojo Satoru's domain from outside. Additionally, Gojo Satoru had spent extra mental energy dealing with Geto Suguru's matter.

In the domain battle, Ryomen Sukuna temporarily held the upper hand, his sharp cursed blades cutting toward Gojo Satoru!

Skillful reverse cursed technique healed the wounds, and Gojo Satoru opened a simple domain to neutralize Malevolent Kitchen's sure-hit effect, recovering from his fatal injuries.

Ryomen Sukuna snorted with laughter, unleashing dense slashing attacks!

After several exchanges between Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru retreated to stand on broken walls and ruins.

The white-haired man's cheek was covered with bloody cuts from Sukuna's cursed blades, yet his demeanor was quite arrogant, his Six Eyes brilliantly radiant, showing no sign of being at a temporary disadvantage.

"Is this all you've got?" Ryomen Sukuna stood within his domain, seeing that his opponent hadn't used reverse cursed technique again, and mocked: "How boring."

"Ha. Maybe I should return those words to you." Gojo Satoru grinned, his raised pure white eyelashes revealing glass bead-like eyes that were crystal clear and calm.

During these exchanges, Gojo Satoru had already discovered that Ryomen Sukuna himself wasn't the center of Malevolent Kitchen. That towering shrine was.

He didn't use reverse cursed technique to heal his body, but used it for technique burnout. At this moment, he raised one hand, aiming at the King of Curses ahead.

A [Red] of absolute repulsion shot out like lightning, directly blasting the still-unresponsive Ryomen Sukuna into the shrine within the domain!

The shockwave from the collision of immense cursed energies swept across the entire field. Gojo Satoru's smile was brilliant, but his eyes were cold.

He turned his hand and fired another attack at the shadows nearby!

A tea-colored haired figure flashed out from there. A youth with droopy dog eyes somewhat awkwardly avoided the attack, then smiled: "Oh, Gojo-senpai is still so violent. I just got here."

This was Yuikawa Kurisu, a Supervisory Committee member who had been killed and re-nurtured in the crossroads world.

In this world, he had not only caused Haibara Yu's death but had also betrayed Gojo Satoru once.

Gojo Satoru's eyes looking at him were ice cold. He had no intention of listening to this guy talk. His hatred for the Supervisory Committee and Yuikawa personally spread to his heart as he aimed at the other, cursed energy gathering again.

Even if he couldn't truly kill Yuikawa Kurisu, grinding him to dust would make this guy disappear for a while.

"Are you going to grant me temporary peace, give me false free death, just like you did to Geto-senpai?"

Yuikawa Kurisu still wore that shy smile, but his final words struck directly at the heart.

"We were all listening over there. How touching, using such reasons to kill your close friend again. If you're going to be impartial, why not try aiming at other people at the high school next time?"

"I wonder if you kill faster, or if our actions are faster..."

"Boom!!"

The impacting cursed energy instantly annihilated the standing tea-colored haired youth, blasting him to pieces before he could finish speaking. The falling attack smashed a giant crater in the ground!

"......" Gojo Satoru had no expression, but his blue eyes flickered with piercing emotions.

His originally slightly stabilized sanity began wavering again, swaying with destructive emotions.

The invincible strongest was ultimately one person's invincibility, unable to protect everyone he cared about.

He only had the power to make decisions in advance.

Compared to being controlled by the Supervisory Committee to become puppets, death really seemed like a kind of freedom... Should he kill, should he act, should he grant release?

On the other side, Ryomen Sukuna recovered from that [Red] attack. He scratched the back of his head with one hand, clicked his tongue lightly, and stepped onto the ruins area in front of him, the ground beneath his feet cracking like spider webs.

He saw the unstable emotions of the white-haired man before him, raised his eyebrows, and his expression carried some mocking meaning.

"Having spare attention for other things during battle..."

Ryomen Sukuna had no intention of waiting for the other's emotions to stabilize. Taking advantage of Gojo Satoru not expanding his domain again, he raised his hand and swung out a sharp cursed blade, cutting horizontally through the air!

However, the cursed blade didn't hit its target. It scraped against some hard barrier with a harsh sound, then struck the ground sideways, raising broken stones and earth!

Ryomen Sukuna narrowed his crimson eyes. He keenly perceived that what blocked him wasn't Limitless, but another suddenly appearing immense cursed energy.

"The scene is really lively. I feel like I missed a lot."

A gentle voice sounded, but that gentleness contained hidden sharpness. With such powerful strength behind it, no one would underestimate the newcomer.

Ryomen Sukuna slightly shifted from attack to defense, casting his observing and assessing gaze on that person.

Gojo Satoru turned his face, and as he turned, a navy blue sleeve covered his face, half-roughly and half-gently wiping.

Because this action had no attacking intent, his Limitless didn't block it.

"...?!" Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, his chaotic tangled thoughts also going blank briefly.

"Why didn't you use reverse cursed technique? Your face is covered in blood. Let me wipe it a bit." Jiang Lai calmly retracted his sleeve, looking at Gojo Satoru before him, then suddenly smiled. "Ah, I smeared your face."

In the other's light laughter, Gojo Satoru came back to his senses. The interrupted madness from before didn't know how to continue for a moment.

His rationality slightly returned as he calmed his turbulent emotions and cursed energy, using reverse cursed technique to heal the crisscrossing cuts on his face.

At this moment, the sun happened to be rising. The golden-red light at the horizon gradually expanded, igniting the layered clouds and coating even the people on the ground with a luster.

The black-haired youth's eyes were incredibly calm, brown being the most stable color of earth, pulling the strongest suspended in mid-air rationality back down.

Gojo Satoru wanted to say something, but before he could, the navy blue figure in front of him extended his other hand, passing over the box he was carrying.

"Here, the matcha rice balls you wanted to eat."