Ryon Sukuna, the mythical demon god said to possess four arms and two faces, is so infamous that his reputation has broken through the confines of the Jujutsu World and is known by so ordinary people.
However, this inhuman description is not a fantasy; the King of Curses from a thousand years ago was indeed like this—cruel, cold, murderous, and heartless, enjoying the slaughter of won and children, acting solely on his own desires.
And now, Sukuna is about to awaken from the long river of ti, reappearing in the present world as a calamity.
As strange black markings appeared on the man's body, an overwhelming pressure of Cursed Energy and negative emotions erupted from him.
"This is the King of Curses..."
Mahito, standing nearby, felt an aura far exceeding anything he had ever witnessed; even he, who feared nothing, had beads of sweat on his face.
Sukuna slowly opened his four eyes, and excited laughter erged from his mouth. The ropes that had originally bound the incarnated man were naturally unable to restrain Sukuna and were instantly snapped by his Cursed Pressure.
"Indeed, a real physical body is what's needed! This sense of liberation is completely different from when those Cursed Spirits possessed . Won... children... I will kill to my heart's content!!!"
Sukuna said excitedly, his human hands transforming into sharp, beast-like claws. Not to ntion the flesh and blood of ordinary humans, even concrete buildings would be sliced in half by them.
Seeing this, Kenjaku helplessly raised a hand and lightly stroked her forehead. She had prepared the individual nad Itadori Yuji precisely to prevent herself from losing control of Sukuna.
This barely adequate vessel couldn't restrain Sukuna at all, but trying to restrain him with the combined strength of everyone present would be an even greater fantasy.
"Sukuna, calm down. The present world a thousand years later is not as simple as you imagine. I dare say that even if you now regain the power of 16 fingers, that alone is not enough to run rampant in this era."
As Kenjaku spoke, Sukuna rely frowned slightly, but his loyal servant Urau couldn't stand it and imdiately raised both hands, intending to freeze Kenjaku.
"What nonsense are you spouting? How could re nobodies of this era possibly threaten Lord Sukuna!"
Urau finished speaking with an angry expression and was about to activate her Cursed Technique against Kenjaku. Sukuna, still frowning, raised a hand, signaling Urau to stop, and continued to fix his gaze on Kenjaku.
"This era... are there any interesting fellows? Tell about them." Sukuna, with great interest, prompted Kenjaku to introduce him to the current era.
He was a demon god active a thousand years ago, not like Kenjaku, who had lived for over a thousand years.
During the thousand years he existed as Cursed Object fingers, although he had consciousness, he lacked the ability to actively interfere with the outside world. For this, he mostly spent his ti in a daze.
Over these thousand years, his fingers were scattered in various places, fell into the hands of various people, and were swallowed by various Cursed Spirits. Though his experiences were nurous, they were not interesting. The experiences that could slightly rouse Sukuna from his daze were few and far between.
The most recent ti Sukuna was slightly roused, he rembered, was not long ago, when a young girl defeated a Cursed Spirit that had hosted one of his fingers and gazed at his finger with a pair of special eyes.
Although the girl's strength at the ti was not great, and in Sukuna's opinion, quite weak, Sukuna felt astonishing potential from her... Subsequently, Kenjaku, using concise language, inford Sukuna of the more troubleso existences in this era. Of course, ultimately, there were only two they needed to be concerned about.
Chinatsu and Gojo.
"Rikugan... Limitless Cursed Technique... inviolable defensive ability... Interesting, truly interesting! These thousand years haven't been in vain; another top-tier plaything has appeared!"
A aningful smile appeared on Sukuna's face. If he could, he truly wanted to grab Kenjaku right now, ask for their location, and rush over to savor the taste of these top-tier playthings.
However, the vessel Kenjaku had prepared for him was sowhat too inferior. Although it possessed the power of 16 fingers, if he were to truly exert that level of power, this vessel would likely shatter in an instant.
Sukuna was sowhat displeased by this, but he wasn't troubled. The incarnation in the Jujutsu World was slightly different from 'body snatching' in the cultivation world.
['Body snatching'] is when the soul obliterates the original owner of the body and then occupies that body.
['Incarnation'] is when the soul displaces the original owner of the body and then occupies that body, and on this basis, can also undergo physical changes.
If the degree of incarnation fusion is deepened, the incarnated person's body can even be transford into the soul owner's original state.
In other words, if Sukuna is given so more ti to deepen the degree of incarnation fusion, he can transform this current frail human body into his peak-era demon god form with four arms and two faces from a thousand years ago.
Seeing Sukuna temporarily abandon his plan to imdiately rush into battle, Kenjaku quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
To contend with the two Rikugan of the Gojo Family, she urgently needed Sukuna's power, and even this current level was still sowhat insufficient.
"Before you recover to your peak state from a thousand years ago, we will try to find Divine Martial Release and flying heaven for you. Of course, don't have too high hopes, as a millennium has passed, and the possibility of finding them is still not great."
Kenjaku shrugged as she spoke. Urau, hearing Kenjaku's frivolous words, genuinely struggled to maintain his expression.
Divine Martial Release and flying heaven were Cursed Tools Sukuna used a thousand years ago, their effects profound and ineffable. However, ever since Sukuna beca Cursed Object fingers, the whereabouts of these two Cursed Tools beca unknown.
Urau had also tried to search for them, but ultimately found nothing, only barely able to conclude that Divine Martial Release and flying heaven were not in the hands of any family in the current Jujutsu World.
Urau was ashad of his incompetence, and precisely because of this, he found it even harder to accept Kenjaku so casually saying she would find a way to help Sukuna search for the Cursed Tools.
Kenjaku felt and ignored the gaze from Urau beside her. She smiled faintly, looking at Sukuna in front, and Sukuna, likewise, watched Kenjaku with a faint smile.
How could Sukuna not know Kenjaku's little sches? Although he wasn't clear about Kenjaku's specific calculations, it was absolutely certain that Kenjaku was not a kind-hearted, free laborer.
However, Sukuna didn't care about Kenjaku's little sches, because he possessed the absolute confidence of a king, confident that he could disregard all restraints and act according to his own will, as he pleased.
Disaster Cursed Spirits, born from human negative emotions, are pure evil towards humans, but are very considerate towards their fellow Cursed Spirits.
In contrast, Sukuna is truly the ultimate evil. Whether it's humans, Cursed Spirits, or anything else, none of that matters. He only cares if their deaths can amuse him, and nothing more...
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