Special Grade Curse Spirit, Mahito.
It possessed a technique that could directly touch the soul and alter its shape. To Mahito, the soul came before the body. In fact, no matter what kind of damage was inflicted on Mahito, as long as its soul remained unharmed, such injuries were nothing to worry about.
In Mahito's eyes, no Curse Master was its match, because Curse Masters simply did not know how to protect their souls. As long as it touched someone, it could activate its technique, distort their soul, and kill them.
Even someone as powerful as Gojo Satoru had to be extremely careful in Mahito's presence to avoid being touched. And now, it had grabbed Duanmu Huai's wrist. In Mahito's eyes, this was already its victory!
But this was no time to gloat over its victory!
Its opponent was a ruthless man who had killed Ryomen Sukuna. It had to act immediately!
"Idle Transfiguration!"
Along with Mahito's shout, it felt its power burrow into Duanmu Huai's body and then make contact with his soul.
I won!
At that moment, excitement shone in Mahito's eyes. A powerful Curse Master who had even killed Ryomen Sukuna would soon become part of its collection!
This proves that I'm the strongest!
But Mahito's excitement lasted less than a second.
"Huh?"
Mahito had no idea what was happening. It widened its eyes and looked at its own body. Its body was no longer that of a young man who looked to be in his twenties. Instead, it had swollen like a writhing maggot, like an overstuffed sausage. Its arms and legs split like tree roots, while its fingers turned into long, thin rootlets.
At that moment, Mahito looked less like a human and more like a ginseng root.
"Why?"
Mahito could not understand. It knew