Omniverse: The Invincible Me Just Wants to Slack Off

Like a monster.

Born equal into this world.

The singing entered their ears, instantly dragging tens of thousands of minds into that eerie cycle of reincarnation!

Exorcise the darkness, exorcise the darkness.

When the curtain of night falls, that's the signal. Opposing, circling, a ring-shaped battle.

Spit out all meaningless words.

The chorus exploded! Chen Tian's voice suddenly soared, like lightning tearing through the night sky!

Guitar riffs stacked layer upon layer, drumbeats dense as the rain of doomsday! The air in the entire venue boiled and resonated!

The crowd below had completely lost it! They were like a wheat field ravaged by a hurricane, madly thrashing their heads, jumping, screaming!

Raised arms swayed like a frenzied forest under the psychedelic lights. The chant of "Nero! Nero! Nero!" surged wave after wave!

On stage, Chen Tian's singing grew more impassioned, every note carrying the force of a thousand jun, slamming violently into people's souls.

Nanami Kento's frown deepened. His gaze was fixed on the radiant Chen Tian on stage, the lyrics circling endlessly in his mind.

He knew well that the darkness of the Curse world wasn't so easily exorcised. Curses were like bone-deep gangrene, breeding and spreading in humanity's negative emotions, while sorcerers were bound by endless constraints, trudging through that darkness.

Nanami sighed helplessly, thinking that this Chen Tian, seemingly cynical, had subtly expressed the current state of the Curse world through music. He wondered how many of those fans lost in the song truly understood.

Maki, on the other hand, had already gone wild. Her eyes never left Chen Tian, her hands waving almost out of control, screaming hoarsely as if pouring out all her passion.

At this moment, she had completely shed her usual cold demeanor, transformed into an ordinary fan immersed in her idol's charm.

Nanami raised his hand; the cold light of his phone screen reflected on his face.

He had intended to report the anomaly of this song to the higher-ups, his finger already hovering over the dial button.

But the thought of the tedious analysis, the endless meetings, and the possibility of being assigned more troublesome tasks afterward—like falling into an endless cycle of overtime—flooded him with fatigue.

He curled his lip, muttered a low "Forget it," and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

In the midst of this crazy concert, he really didn't want to be entangled in the Curse world's troubles. He just wanted to enjoy this brief moment of "peace," even if it was fleeting.

Meguro Ward, adjacent to Shibuya.

The streets that should have been lively were now dead silent. Residents had been temporarily evacuated under the official pretext of "natural gas pipeline hazard inspection," leaving only empty shops and closed doors and windows.

The wind blew, carrying a few discarded flyers.

By the riverbank, the pink-haired Yuji Itadori stood out conspicuously. He stood beside the murky water, hands raised, clapping vigorously.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp applause was jarringly loud in the silence.

The river water churned as if boiling! Dozens of twisted, stinking curses roared as they burst from the water, claws outstretched, lunging at the boy on the shore!

Yuji's eyes sharpened. He pushed off the ground, agilely leaping backward, easily dodging the first wave of attacks.

"Over here!" he shouted, turning without hesitation and sprinting toward the entrance of a nearby abandoned tunnel!

Behind him, the swarm of curses, like hyenas catching the scent of blood, roared and gave chase.

At the shadowed entrance of the tunnel, a tall figure stood silently—it was Choso.

Yuji led the curse swarm into the tunnel entrance area, then abruptly stopped, turning to face his pursuers.

Choso moved. He formed hand seals, and blood-red cursed energy surged like a physical force!

A violent crimson blood arrow shot out instantly!

The curses at the front didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were pierced!

The ones behind were also skewered by the blood arrows, one by one.

Yuji seized the opportunity, launching himself like a cannonball into the chaotic swarm!

"Bam! Bam! Bam!"

His heavy fists, carrying the force of a thousand jun, slammed into the curses! Each dull thud was accompanied by a curse's dying wail as it dissipated.

He and Choso worked in perfect sync—one clearing the area, the other delivering precise kills. Their movements were clean, efficient, devastating.

In less than a minute, dozens of curses dissolved into black smoke, leaving only the stench of blood and faint traces of residual cursed energy at the tunnel entrance.

"Done!" Yuji shook his fists, but his face didn't show a relaxed smile. It remained heavy.

Choso nodded, his expression calm. "Next point?"

"Yeah, let's go to—" Yuji started, but his voice cut off abruptly.

A voice suddenly came from above both of them. "Ah, Megumi's not here."

They both looked up.

On the tunnel above, leaning against the guardrail of the road, was a figure that hadn't been there before.

His golden short hair was striking in the dim light. He even looked around left and right, as if confirming something.

"Tch, am I the first to arrive?" he muttered to himself.

Yuji and Choso instantly tensed, muscles bulging as they snapped into a defensive stance!

This movement finally caught the blond man's attention. He looked down, his cold gaze sweeping over them like they were pebbles on the roadside.

"What were you two just doing?" His tone was flat, but laced with biting contempt. "Making such a racket, afraid no one would notice?"

Yuji frowned. "Run?"

The blond man let out a scoff, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Ha? You don't even know that?"

Beside him, Choso took half a step forward, subtly shielding Yuji behind him, his voice low: "Yuji, the higher-ups have issued a death sentence on you. Now that you've lost Gojo's protection, that's what they said."

"Ha?!" Yuji's pupils shrank sharply, a wave of absurdity leaving him momentarily speechless.

A low, hoarse, utterly flat voice, like an ice cone pressed against the back of the neck, came without warning from behind them both:

"Huh?... Not alone, huh?"

A massive surge of cursed energy instantly enveloped Yuji and Choso! In that split second, their hair stood on end, every muscle frozen stiff as if locked in ice!

Less than ten paces behind them, a man stood there silently, without a sound. His eyes were sunken, framed by heavy dark circles, and his whole being exuded a deathly stillness.

A long, narrow bag was slung diagonally across his shoulder, its outline hinting at an ominous sharpness.

His cold eyes were fixed on Yuji Itadori.

Chapter 11: Culling Game

At the tunnel entrance, frigid cursed energy pressed down like a physical weight.

Yuta Okkotsu's gaze locked firmly onto Yuji, those lifeless eyes holding not a flicker of emotion. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers resting on the slung bag.

Naoya Zenin immediately raised his hands, a fake smile plastered on his face: "Okkotsu-kun! I'm Naoya Zenin, sent by the higher-ups to assist you."

Yuta paused, his gaze sweeping over Naoya, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Once his identity was confirmed, he hesitated no longer. His right hand shot into the bag like lightning!

"Clang—!"

A cold flash of steel! A long katana was drawn in an instant!

Without a single wasted word, Yuta's form left an afterimage in place, the blade's tip thrusting straight at Yuji!

"It's Yuta Okkotsu!" Yuji's pupils contracted! He knew all too well the strength of this special grade senior! Without a second thought, he kicked off the ground, his body launching backward like a cannonball, barely evading the lethal blade!

"Run!" Seeing Choso shoot him a meaningful glance, Yuji turned without hesitation, pushing his speed to the limit as he sprinted into the pitch-black, deep tunnel!

Yuta Okkotsu gave chase without a word.

"Don't even think about it!" Choso growled, his hands coming together to unleash Blood Manipulation!

"Tch! Don't get in the way." Naoya wore a malicious grin as his body shifted at an eerie speed, moving like a phantom to appear before Choso, kicking to disrupt his technique.

"Annoying trash!" Naoya Zenin flicked his hand, his gaze contemptuous as he looked at the blocking Choso. "A defective product of the Kamo family? Whatever, I'll play with you."

The moment the words left his mouth, Naoya's form blurred again, leaving a trail of afterimages as a palm strike, wrapped in sharp cursed energy, slammed viciously toward Choso's face! The wind pressure from the high-speed movement rushed in!

Yuji pushed his speed to the absolute limit, his ears filled only with his own ragged breaths and frantic heartbeat.

Behind him, that bone-chilling killing intent clung like a parasite, relentless in pursuit! Yuta Okkotsu was faster than him! The distance between them was closing rapidly!

The faint hiss of a blade slicing through air seemed to be right at the back of his head!

"Yuji Itadori." Yuta's utterly flat voice rang out in the dark tunnel, like the whisper of death itself. "Stop."

What answered Yuta was a heavy punch from Yuji, who suddenly spun around! The fist howled through the air, slamming hard into the side of the blade!

"Boom!" Fist met steel with a dull, thunderous impact! The immense force made Yuta's wrist tremble slightly!

Yuji used the momentum to leap backward again, trying to create distance. But Yuta's eyes turned cold, and his form closed in again as if teleporting!

The blade flashed once more! Fast as lightning! Ruthless and decisive! Aiming straight for Yuji's neck!

Yuji's pupils shrank, his body instinctively leaning back to the extreme!

"Shrrrk—!"

The blade grazed past his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood!

Yuji had no chance to counter. Yuta twisted his wrist, and the blade, like a clinging curse, swept horizontally again! Fast! Fierce! Precise! Leaving no room to breathe!

Yuji rolled and dodged in desperation. The solid concrete walls were gouged with deep gashes by the blade's aura! Chips of stone flew everywhere!

"Damn it!" Yuji gritted his teeth, feeling the burning sting on his neck. Facing a special grade's full-force pursuit, he could only run for his life, every dodge a hair's breadth from disaster!

The tunnel had become a massive trap, the hunter closing in step by step!

While Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji were locked in battle, what was our protagonist doing?

In Osaka, he was on a da—te!

Chen Tian and Kitagawa strolled through the streets, shops lining both sides, colorful signs glittering in the sunlight.

Kitagawa held Chen Tian's hand with one hand and an ice cream cone with the other, taking a bite every now and then, a dab of cream at the corner of her mouth making her look playful and cute.

Her eyes sparkled as she curiously peered at everything around them. When they passed a toy store, she excitedly tugged Chen Tian and charged straight inside.

The shop was filled with all kinds of plush toys—soft and adorable rabbits, endearingly clumsy little bears, and anime merchandise with quirky designs.

Kitagawa wove through the store, picking up one to look at, then touching another, letting out exclamations of delight from time to time.

"Tian Jun, look at this cat plushie—isn't it super cute?" She held up a white cat plushie, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Chen Tian smiled and nodded. "If you like it, buy it." Kitagawa happily hugged the plushie to her chest and continued browsing.

Leaving the plushie shop, the two kept strolling.

A street performer was juggling, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Kitagawa tugged Chen Tian over to join them. Watching the performer toss several balls into the air with effortless skill, she couldn't help clapping and cheering.

After the performance ended, Kitagawa dropped some spare change into the performer's hat as a token of appreciation for the show.

As they walked, a light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Chen Tian quickly pulled Kitagawa into a nearby café to take shelter.

The shop was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, and soothing music flowed through the air.

They found a seat by the window and ordered two lattes.

Kitagawa held the steaming coffee cup in both hands, gazing through the window at the rain-soaked street outside, a look of happiness spreading across her face.

"Tian Jun, today was really fun," she said softly. Chen Tian reached out and gently pinched her cheek. "As long as you're happy."

"But... you're getting more and more famous now, and on top of that, you have that 'Superhero' identity. I feel like you're going to get busier and busier from now on." Kitagawa's face scrunched up a little in worry.

Chen Tian laughed, a warm laugh.

"It doesn't matter. I've already earned enough money, and I've invested in everything I needed to. Even if I do nothing from now on, I'll still have enough to support the two of us. As for that so-called 'Superhero'..."

Chen Tian rubbed his chin. "I don't have much interest in it. I just want to live my own life well."

Kitagawa's face wrinkled up as she hugged the white cat plushie. "But... Tian Jun, you're so powerful! Back in Shibuya, you could tear open space with just a couple of swishes..."