Omniverse: The Invincible Me Just Wants to Slack Off

A plain metallic scrape rang out, and a katana wrapped in black cord appeared in his palm as if from nowhere.

The hilt was the most common matte steel color, devoid of any cursed marks or special luster, and even the scabbard was nothing more than a simple black wooden sheath.

Chen Tian hung the Enma Sword at his waist, the blade trembling twice against his black clothing before settling motionless as if it had grown onto him. He raised his hand to grip the new sword's hilt, his knuckles tapping lightly against the plain wooden scabbard.

"Shing—"

The moment the blade left the scabbard half an inch, an invisible weight slammed into the ground!

It wasn't a torrent of cursed energy; it felt more like the collapse of gravity when heaven and earth inverted, a sharp metallic force grinding across the entire Port of Dongjin.

Jogo's back slapped flat against the rooftop, cold sweat instantly soaking through his tattered robes.

This power was utterly foreign—no cloying sweetness of cursed energy, only a pure, decisive will to grind all existence into dust, more suffocating than the Enma Sword's dead silence.

In the ruins of Dongjin, a sorcerer hiding behind a shipping container suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, both hands pressing hard against the ground just to keep from collapsing;

In a dark corner, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit let out a pained whimper, its body curling slightly under the pressure;

Players of the Culling Game turned pale, some gritting their teeth to stand straight, but their knees trembled uncontrollably, cursed energy thrashing uselessly inside them.

"W-What... is this?" Jogo's voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, the flesh that had just regrown beginning to split again.

Chen Tian's hand on the hilt didn't stop; the blade continued to slide out slowly.

The silver gleam of the sword reflected his half-lidded eyes, the pressure extending with the blade like an ever-tightening net.

In the distance, Kashimo Hajime was charging in on lightning, but he suddenly halted mid-stride, electricity crackling and popping in his palm while his feet seemed nailed to the ground.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

Someone's heartbeat echoed through the empty ruins, or perhaps countless hearts were forced to beat in sync under this power.

Chen Tian watched Jogo's panicked, disheveled face, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

This feeling of toying with prey made him ease the force in his fingertips—just like a cat savoring a mouse's struggle before the kill.

"Shing—clang!"

The last half-inch of the blade left the scabbard, and the pressure in the air surged violently!

The entire sword was finally exposed to the light—no dazzling gleam as one might imagine, but worn and battered like something picked from a trash heap.

The blade was covered in crimson patterns, like dried bloodstains frozen on it, yet faintly radiating a scorching luster.

Jogo's eyes went wide, nearly forgetting to breathe.

That's it? How could this broken sword have that kind of pressure?

Chen Tian paid no attention to his shock. He reversed the hilt, pointing the tip downward, and raised the handle to his mouth.

"Ryujin Jakka," he said in a low voice, as if speaking to an old friend, "If he moves, burn him to death."

The moment the words left his mouth, he flicked his wrist!

"Thud—!"

The crimson blade shot down with a piercing sound, precisely skewering Jogo's chest, the tip striking the rooftop with a dull thud, pinning him in place!

Jogo's Reverse Cursed Technique, which he had just begun to activate, instantly stalled. Before he could even scream, a searing heat like a branding iron had already spread along the blade.

The crimson patterns suddenly flared, like red-hot irons pressed against his organs, robbing him of even the ability to cry out. He could only open his mouth wide, gasping hoarsely.

The blade trembled slightly, as if responding to Chen Tian's command, the crimson patterns seeping out a faint red heat, forming a translucent ring of fire around Jogo's body.

Chen Tian dusted off his hands—though there was no dust—and turned to walk toward the edge of the rooftop.

Jogo, pinned to the ground, suddenly realized that his cursed energy felt as if it had been sealed by this broken blade. Not only could he not use it, but even moving a finger felt like it would be severed.

"Jogo, aren't you quite pleased with this thousand-year scheme of yours?"

Chen Tian stood at the rooftop's edge with his back to him, his black clothes rustling in the high-altitude wind.

He turned his face slightly, his eyes beneath white hair cold as ice: "I'll show you that all your conspiracies are nothing before true power."

The moment his voice faded, his figure had already blurred into a gray shadow, like smoke swept away by the wind, vanishing from the rooftop in an instant.

Jogo's eyes darted wildly, fixed on where Chen Tian had disappeared—an opportunity!

He was about to channel cursed energy to strike the blade when the Ryujin Jakka embedded in his chest suddenly hummed with a "vwoom"!

"Gyaaaaah—!"

Jogo's body arched violently, a wretched scream tearing through his throat!

The crimson patterns on the blade blazed fully, as if magma were pouring through the blade into his veins. His internal organs were instantly wrapped in invisible flames, and even his soul felt like it had been thrown into a furnace!

He convulsed and crashed back to the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, but he didn't even have the strength to use Reverse Cursed Technique to heal his body.

The flames seemed alive; whenever he entertained the thought of escape, they surged instantly, making even thinking a torment.

Jogo lay sprawled on the ground, his vision uncontrollably drifting toward the sky.

The blue-white blade marks on the barrier wall hadn't faded yet, like unhealed wounds across the gray sky. He suddenly recalled Chen Tian's words, and his heart felt as if the fire sword had pierced it again—

True power?

Could his thousand years of scheming really end at the hands of a monster like this?

On the distant rubble, the lightning around Kashimo Hajime flickered uneasily, crackling and popping.

He stared fixedly at the figure writhing in agony amid invisible flames on the rooftop, his savage battle intent drenched in an unprecedented chill.

The aura radiating from that blade plunged into Ba-Fu's body made even his instincts scream in frantic alarm—

Untouchable! Unopposable! It was a power that incinerated everything!

Scorching pain tore through every nerve of Jogo, even his reversal technique reduced to futile trembling.

Jogo writhed in the blazing flames, the flesh regenerating from his limbs had long ceased its futile movement, a patch of deathly stillness. His hollow eyes stared at the sky, yet his consciousness frantically sifted through the fragments of a thousand-year memory—

Donning different skins, stirring the winds and clouds behind the curtain;

Playing the Curse world like a puppet, countless pawns slaughtering and falling in the chess game he designed;

A meticulously woven net—even a being as unruly as Ryomen Sukuna was once a predetermined piece in his grand scheme...

A thousand years of effort, infallible calculations, everything under control!

Yet now, pinned to the scorching ground by a broken blade reeking of scrap iron from a barbecue stall, discarded like trash.

The confidence of a millennium's scheming was shattered like a clay pot by two swords casually drawn by a "star"!

A hoarse, grating self-mockery squeezed from his throat, carrying blood foam and the stench of despair.

Just as the tail of that self-mockery hadn't faded—

Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing—!!!

The crisscrossing blue-white blade scars piercing the entire Culling Game barrier in the sky suddenly erupted with a blinding light that tore through the gloom!

The radiance, like countless ignited laser beams, instantly illuminated the ruins of the entire Port of Dongjin, forcing eyes shut!

Every crack blazed wildly, humming, and the sound of cutting sharp enough to pierce the soul burst forth!

"Crack! Crack crack—BOOM!!!!"

A terrifying roar like the pillars of heaven being crushed by violent force!

A shriek like billions of panes of glass shattering at supersonic speed!

The entire colossal barrier enveloping the sky, under the mad flicker of billions of light scars, let out a pained moan like a giant glass dome struck by a massive hammer, and suddenly collapsed!

Countless huge, irregular translucent barrier fragments, carrying piercing shrieks, crashed down from the sky like apocalyptic meteors!

"No... impossible!!!"

Jogo's hollow eyes bulged wildly, nearly popping from their sockets.

His bloodshot whites stared dead at the collapsing sky-wall, a dying beast's rattle in his throat, every word reeking of torn blood: "Ten barriers at once...?! How long has it been?!! How could it be this fast!!!"

His last reliance, the core barrier network of the Culling Game he had laid over countless ages as his final trump card, hadn't even lasted three minutes after the other's casual words, reduced to falling wreckage!

Chapter 14: The Bold Kashimo Hajime

On the rooftop, Ryujin Jakka's hilt trembled slightly, red patterns flickering, invisible heat locked firmly onto Jogo's struggles. Chen Tian turned, stepping to the edge of the rooftop.

His figure dissipated like smoke.

The next second, cold and silence enveloped him. Without air conduction, the vast Blue Planet spun silently beneath his feet.

Here was outside the planet, in the vacuum of space, dark and deep.

Chen Tian floated, his black clothes like congealed ink against the starry backdrop.

The outline of the neon-lit country below was clearly visible to his eyes.

He had been here before, knowing after his body's transformation that the vacuum's cold and suffocation were no longer threats.

He had even noted the subtle differences between this country and his memory—wider land, more unfamiliar city contours, the entire planet seeming to have expanded a circle.

But none of that mattered.

His eyes fixed only on the ominous barrier enveloping the entire neon-lit country, those ten translucent energy nodes Jogo had thought were his pride.

Target: destroy it.

Chen Tian's body sank slightly, center of gravity low, feet as if stepping on invisible ice.

His right hand quietly pressed the hilt of the Enma Sword at his waist.

The scabbard was cold, the touch familiar.

His eyes half-closed, then opened, a deep blue flame flickering deep in his irises!

Fast enough to leave only countless pale blue afterimages distorting space in the vacuum!

The trajectory of arm and blade completely surpassed the limit of visual capture!

The invisible blade intent didn't slice through the sky but directly crossed space, precisely cutting at the ten core nodes of the vast barrier network below!

The Enma Sword slid smoothly into its scabbard, the black hilt and guard fitting perfectly.

A crisp metallic click echoed eerily in the absolute silence of the vacuum, ringing clearly in Chen Tian's consciousness!

Like a key turning the engine of destruction.

Huum—!!!

Above the Neon Archipelago, ten precise coordinate points simultaneously erupted with blinding blue-white light explosions without any warning!

Hundreds of millions of pure, ultimate cutting wills bloomed out of thin air!

Crack! Crack-crack-crack-crack—BOOM!!!

The colossal barrier covering the sky, along with its intricate internal support nodes, was as fragile as paper before the hundreds of millions of suddenly emerging blade scars!

Like ten massive pieces of crystal struck simultaneously by invisible giant hammers, they collapsed inward, shattering and disintegrating!

The deafening shattering sound did not come from physical sound waves, but from the terrifying resonance tearing at the soul at the level of heavenly laws as the barrier's structure was destroyed in an instant!

The entire Neon Archipelago, along with the surrounding sea areas, trembled violently under this silent rule-based impact!

The sky... shattered!

Countless mountain-sized translucent barrier fragments, dragging blinding energy trails like falling star debris at the end of the world, crashed down toward the cities, wilderness, mountains, and oceans below!

Explosions of firelight flashed one after another beneath the broken sky.

Chen Tian coldly looked down at the barrier being dismembered by his blade light below, like a god observing the struggles of ants.

He cast one last glance at the space torn open like a massive scar by the blade marks, his gaze calm and unruffled, as if he had merely casually swept away a patch of dust.

His figure silently faded, vanished, merging into the boundless darkness of the universe behind him.

Leaving only the eternal silence of the vacuum, silently proclaiming the complete end of a thousand-year conspiracy.

On the rooftop, Ryoryohei's eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets, the corners of his eyes cracked from his extreme tension, causing blood to flow down, just like tears.

"Impossible, impossible." He kept muttering to himself.

"Shua." A figure appeared beside him—Kashimo Hajime.

He hadn't dared to come over at first; the blade light stuck in Ryobatsu's body and the flames surrounding Ba-Fu instinctively frightened him.

But who was he? Kashimo Hajime.