NOVPUBFacing Uraume's doubts, Kenjaku didn't care at all. Instead, he stretched out five fingers and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"The ancient sorcerer regarded as a veteran, Dhruv Lakdawala."
"The ancient sorecerer whose cursed energy output exceeds that of even Okkotsu Yuta, Ryu Ishigori."
"Takako Uro who controls the sky!"
"Kurourushi who claims to be immortal!"
"And the strongest from four hundred years ago, Hajime Kashimo!"
"Any one of these five superpowers can destroy the entirety of Japan. Isn't that exciting enough?"
Kenjaku called out the names of these five strong men in one breath.
However, Uraume was dismissive and said, "Heh, what's the difference between the first four and ordinary trash in Sukuna-sama's eyes?"
"As for the battle fanatic Kashimo from four hundred years ago, he is indeed strong, but he's still not as good as Sukuna-sama."
Uraume's sharp words belittled these five strong men, making them seem worthless.
"As expected of Sukuna's subordinate, you have a big appetite."
Kenjaku smiled, stretching his five fingers and looking up at the sky through the gaps between them.
"What if I told you this Culling Game could restore your Sukuna-sama to his peak strength or maybe even make him stronger?"
This finally piqued Uraume's curiosity. She raised an eyebrow slightly, and though her tone remained indifferent, it couldn't hide the turmoil in her heart.
"Go beyond his limits? You better not be joking."
Kenjaku glanced at her sideways. He looked down on this foolish woman, whose devotion to Sukuna had reshaped her very being.
Kenjaku asked, "Have you ever heard of Mahoraga?"
Uraume's breath hitched. She had lived for thousands of years—how could she not know that name?
The ultimate shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique!
Possessing a monstrous adaptability, it is said to be the nemesis of all sorcerers.
Since the Zenin clan's founding, no one had ever completely subdued Mahoraga.
If Sukuna could tame it and reproduce such an incredible ability, Kazuma and Gojo wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Uraume said, "If that's the case, I'll admit this Culling Game is somewhat interesting."
"So what's the plan?"
Uraume's proud words fell on Kenjaku's ears, and he smiled slightly.
"Come with me."
Soon, under Kenjaku's guidance, the two arrived at a dimly lit room.
Uraume asked, "What does Mahoraga have to do with this woman?"
Looking at the girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Uraume frowned.
Kenjaku replied, "Her name is Tsumiki, and she is Megumi's sister."
At that moment, Uraume instantly grasped Kenjaku's intention. At the same time, she couldn't help but sneer at the despicable nature of this monster.
Megumi had inherited the Ten Shadows Technique. Now that his sister has disappeared, he must be extremely anxious.
It would take only a single piece of information to lure him into their trap.
As Kenjaku whispered an obscure cursed technique, the black curse on Tsumiki's forehead gradually faded.
"The one who ties the bell must untie it."
At this moment, Tsumiki, who had been sleeping due to the curse, slowly opened her eyes.
"Ugh... my head hurts..."
"Huh? Who are you?!"
Tsumiki stared warily at the two figures in the room. The two thick quilts covering her couldn't provide any sense of security.
Moreover, the unfamiliar room's decor made her immediately realize that this wasn't her home.
Was this a dream or reality?
Just as the girl began to panic, an extremely gentle voice sounded in her ears.
"This is the gap between dreams and reality. The outside world is in chaos. We are here to protect you."
Perhaps it was the gentleness of Kenjaku's voice, eerily similar to Geto Suguru's, or perhaps he was using some kind of witchcraft to bewitch her.
Either way, Tsumiki subconsciously let down her guard. Slowly, she began to believe the man in front of her.
Her limbs were still stiff, making it difficult to sit up. She followed behind Kenjaku and Uraume, carefully stepping into the ink-black night.
Tsumiki's mind was blank. She looked at the two figures in front of her, about to ask something when suddenly, a blinding light filled her vision.
The pungent scent of blood assaulted her senses, and in the blink of an eye, she saw it.
Collapsed buildings, shattered bridges, cars torn in half by unseen forces, broken limbs and bodies strewn across the ground!
The overwhelming stench of iron and death.
Hell on earth.
The extremely bloody and horrifying scene almost made Tsumiki's heart stop.
She had been skeptical before, but now she was utterly convinced—
The world had ended.
Uraume's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"If you want to kill Kazuma, why did you create a rule preventing him from participating?"
Kenjaku chuckled, then summoned a tiny golden insect from his body.
He said, "I have to put on a good show. Rules are meant to be broken. The sorcerers at Jujutsu High will try their best to get the points."
"And once Kashimo and the others, who have signed contracts with me, unconditionally transfer their points…"
"I can use an overwhelming amount of points to add a rule that specifically targets him."
At this, Kenjaku's smile became deeply sinister.
"How about this—if he doesn't rank first in points, all his cursed techniques will be stripped away?"
"Kazuma is powerful, but I want him to die under the weight of this game's rules."
Kenjaku spread his arms wide, inhaling the thick scent of blood.
He didn't just enjoy war—it was merely the prelude to humanity's next evolution.
Everyone assumed Kazuma was too strong to be allowed to participate in the Culling Game.
They were wrong.
The rule restricting him was nothing more than a smokescreen—to mislead the higher-ups and Kazuma himself.
If he dares to enter, he will never leave.
Just imagining a warrior of Kazuma's caliber perishing under his schemes filled Kenjaku with pure ecstasy.
By then, he would have the perfect body.
After several battles, Kenjaku had become obsessed with Kazuma's body.
That inexplicable, overwhelming cursed technique— 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
The seemingly limitless supply of cursed energy—
And, most importantly, the genjutsu capable of countering even Sukuna!
As everyone knew, most cursed techniques are imprinted into a sorcerer's body from birth.
Yet Kazuma possessed a vast array of abilities, making Kenjaku burn with envy.
Only Gojo, with his Six Eyes and Limitless, could rival such an anomaly.
Compared to Kazuma, Geto's body was worthless.
Kenjaku ran his long, pointed tongue across the corner of his lips, grinning madly.
He said, "I'll dig out his brain, keep those two fascinating eyes, and find myself a new home!"
Uraume stare at Kenjaku with a deep gaze.
This man spoke with a gentle and refined demeanor, but he would do anything to achieve his goals.
Anyone could become his pawn—even her.
Even Sukuna-sama.
The Four Disaster Curses of the past were proof enough. She has to remain cautious.
Otherwise, even Sukuna might fall into Kenjaku's trap. The conversation between them had not been concealed.
Even if Tsumiki had been slow-witted, she would have realized it by now. Her eyes widened in horror. She took a step back, trembling, as she pointed at them.
"You… you're the ones behind this disaster?!"
