Omniverse: The Invincible Me Just Wants to Slack Off

His revival was for one purpose alone—to find the King of Curses, Sukuna, and fight him to the death, settling who was stronger and who would live.

Now, someone who seemed even stronger than Sukuna had appeared. After a moment of fear, his fervent battle lust could no longer be suppressed. So he appeared on the rooftop.

Kashimo Hajime caught sight of Chen Tian's figure and let out a cold laugh. "Sukuna, your pathetic state is truly laughable."

Sukuna's thoughts had long since been consumed by madness; he didn't even hear Kashimo's words.

Kashimo Hajime, seeing that Sukuna paid him no mind, clicked his tongue in irritation. Then his gaze locked onto the blade resting on Sukuna's body—Ryujin Jakka—with a deathly intensity.

"This broken sword... possesses such terrifying power?" Kashimo muttered to himself as he slowly reached out, trying to get closer to Ryujin Jakka.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch the blade, the crimson patterns on Ryujin Jakka suddenly erupted with a blinding light. A scorching wave of fire burst outward from the sword, sweeping across the surroundings.

"Hmph!" Kashimo Hajime snorted coldly. Lightning radiance surged around him, forming a shield of thunder to protect himself.

The fire wave crashed against the lightning shield with crackling sounds. The immense energy impact caused the rooftop ground to begin cracking.

"Interesting." A flicker of excitement passed through Kashimo's eyes. He increased his cursed energy output, and the lightning shield blazed brighter, forcibly pushing the fire wave back.

Ryujin Jakka seemed provoked. The blade trembled violently, emitting a low hum, and the temperature of its flames soared even higher.

"Come on!" Kashimo Hajime roared. He stomped the ground hard, launching himself like a bolt of lightning straight at Ryujin Jakka.

His right hand clenched into a fist, lightning coalescing into a massive blade of thunder, which he slammed down fiercely onto Ryujin Jakka.

"Boom!" The moment fist-blade and sword clashed, a terrifying storm of energy erupted instantly.

Kashimo Hajime was blasted backward by the force, carving a long trail across the rooftop.

Though Ryujin Jakka remained embedded in Sukuna's body, unmoving, the crimson light on its blade grew even more intense. The flames surged higher and hotter, as if issuing a challenge to Kashimo, a warning of its untouchable might.

Kashimo Hajime struggled to his feet, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes burned with even greater fervor.

"Never has a weapon excited me this much. Today, I'm taking you with me no matter what."

As he spoke, he formed hand seals. The lightning around him raged wildly, gradually condensing into a massive thunderball. Within it, countless lightning serpents writhed and coiled.

Just as the thunderball was about to be unleashed, its violent energy tearing at the air—

"You. What are you doing?"

An icy voice sounded without warning right beside Kashimo Hajime's ear!

Not from the front—from behind his head!

Kashimo's pupils contracted sharply. His heart felt as if it had been seized by an invisible hand!

No time to think. Battle instinct overrode everything! He forcibly aborted the thunderball's release, cursed energy reversing in his body. With a grunt, he twisted his body and launched himself away.

"Zzzap—!" Lightning exploded. He transformed into a jagged bolt of electricity, instantly shifting position.

Two hundred meters away, on the edge of another building's rooftop, Kashimo Hajime steadied himself. His chest heaved violently, a thread of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth—the backlash from forcibly interrupting his technique.

He snapped his head up, his gaze like lightning sweeping over his previous position... Empty?!

Impossible! The voice had been right in his ear!

"Flashy and useless. What were you just doing?" That cold, indifferent voice sounded again.

This time, it came unmistakably from behind him!

Every hair on Kashimo's body stood on end! He spun around!

Chen Tian stood there.

Silent, soundless, as if he had always been there—only Kashimo had never noticed.

Close enough that Kashimo could almost feel the lingering, frigid aura of vacuum clinging to the man.

Black robes, still. White hair, hanging. Those eyes looked down at him calmly, like a person glancing at a pebble on the roadside.

When had he come back?! When had he gotten behind him?!

Kashimo Hajime's heart pounded like a war drum. Cold fear so clearly overwhelmed his boiling battle lust.

His pride—his speed and perception—was a joke in front of this man.

The massive thunderball, now out of control, detonated where he had been standing!

Blinding lightning devoured that area in an instant. Rampaging electric serpents leaped and lashed the ground, shattering the cracked concrete into dust!

Smoke and debris mixed with the acrid smell of ozone spread through the air.

Within the smoke, Chen Tian's figure remained utterly still. Not even the hem of his clothes stirred. The torrent of impact energy, upon reaching half a meter in front of him, collided with an invisible wall and instantly annihilated, dissipated.

Kashimo Hajime watched helplessly as his full-powered attack failed to make the man move even half a step.

He stared at Chen Tian, teeth grinding audibly. The cursed energy inside him, like a startled beast, rampaged through his meridians but dared not roar out.

Fear, like cold vines, coiled around his limbs and bones.

Chen Tian lifted his gaze slightly, his line of sight passing through the explosion's smoke and finally landing on Kashimo Hajime's face. There was no ripple in his eyes—only a trace of annoyance at being disturbed.

"Too much noise," he said, his voice low but cutting clearly through the lingering thunder. "You're bothering me."

The next second, Chen Tian's figure seemed to flicker.

Kashimo Hajime's every muscle instantly tensed to the limit! Lightning instinctively exploded around him in defense!

He only felt his body suddenly lighten, as if some support point had vanished in an instant. He looked down in horror!

Blood gushed from the severed right shoulder like an out-of-control pump! His entire right arm, severed cleanly at the shoulder at some unknown moment, detached from his body, arcing through the air in a gruesomely beautiful parabola before crashing to the ground!

The searing pain surged in like a tsunami, delayed by a single instant!

"Ugh—ah—!" Kashimo Hajime roared in agony, cold sweat instantly soaking through his entire body!

"I told you, you're noisy." Chen Tian's icy voice rang out again, like the whisper of death itself.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three slashing sensations, so fast they surpassed neural reflexes, swept across his remaining three limbs in an instant!

Kashimo Hajime's roar cut off abruptly, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks from the pain and extreme terror!

He watched helplessly as his left arm and both legs, like broken dolls, separated from his torso. A torrent of blood, like splashed ink, dyed the rooftop red!

"Thud!" The limbless torso crashed heavily to the ground, rolling in a pool of blood alongside another figure who had also been reduced to a human stump.

His remaining head let out a beastly hiss: "You bastard—!!!"

At the brink of life and death, all calculations were cast aside!

Kashimo Hajime unleashed only his final burst of Cursed Energy! The ultimate trump card he had prepared for Sukuna, burning his life and soul!

"Phantom Beast! Amber!!!" He roared the true name of his technique with all his might!

Violent blue arcs, like tangible flames, instantly enveloped his remaining head!

The Cursed Energy core pulsed violently, and some ancient, ferocious aura was about to break free from its shell! He would forcibly complete this transformation beyond his limits, even if only for a moment, just to bite off a piece of his opponent!

His vision blurred.

It was as if the entire world had been fast-forwarded, then instantly frozen.

Kashimo Hajime's raging will, his burning Cursed Energy, his unwilling roar... all of it came to a halt in that moment.

His wide, straining eyes clearly saw—

A headless torso lay in a pool of blood, the severed neck still crackling with wildly leaping blue arcs, trying to complete the transformation.

That... was his body?

Then, the world spun.

He felt himself falling.

The ground... the cracked concrete... getting closer and closer.

A dull impact.

Kashimo Hajime's final vision froze on his own mutilated remains—headless, limbs severed, still radiating a terrifying fluctuation of Cursed Energy.

That icy black figure, like an unchanging, eternal boulder, stood indifferently at the edge of his sight.

Consciousness sank into eternal darkness.

Chapter 15: God

"What a hassle." Chen Tian sighed faintly, listening to the roars of those Cursed Spirits. "Why didn't he ever notice those so-called Cursed Spirits before?"

Chen Tian had awakened his memories for a few years now, but he had never seen monsters like Cursed Spirits.

A large part of the reason was the transformation of his body by the Enma Sword and Ryujin Jakka. Ordinary people might not sense it, but Cursed Spirits could clearly detect the immense power within Chen Tian's body, causing those mindless Cursed Spirits to instinctively give him a wide berth.

Chen Tian stood at the edge of the rooftop, closing his eyes.

In his perception, countless tiny points of light appeared: black for Cursed Spirits, red for Curse Users, blue for Jujutsu Sorcerers, and a half-blue, half-red for Yuji Itadori.

Chen Tian kept his eyes closed, his hand resting on the Enma Sword.

Then, he drew the blade, swung it, and sheathed it—one fluid motion.

There was no special effect, no earth-shattering display like cutting through a barrier. It was just an ordinary swing of the sword.

Yet, in that seemingly mundane instant, the entire city of Tokyo seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand.

With Chen Tian at the center, a ripple, imperceptible to the naked eye, spread rapidly.

The Cursed Spirits rampaging through the ruins—whether low-level wraiths or powerful Special Grades—were all seized as if by an invisible force.

The once-menacing Cursed Spirits froze solid. Then, fine cracks appeared across their bodies.

From within the cracks, black Cursed Energy churned like boiling magma.

Then, with a "puff," like a balloon bursting, each Cursed Spirit exploded on the spot, turning into a pulp of flesh before dissolving into black mist and vanishing.

On a city street, a massive Cursed Spirit about to devour a passerby had its head separated from its body in the next second, the cut clean and smooth, as if made by the sharpest scalpel.

It didn't even have time to let out a roar before it crashed to the ground and dissolved into nothing.

The Curse Users, represented by those red points of light, were not spared either.

They were manipulating their Cursed Tools, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the Jujutsu Sorcerers, when a chill suddenly shot from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Before they could react, their bodies were sliced into several pieces, blood splattering across the streets.

Yuji Itadori was on a rooftop with Fushiguro Megumi, discussing how to find Angel now that the barrier had been shattered.

Suddenly, both of them jolted, moving swiftly to the edge of the rooftop.

Below, on the streets, the still-fighting players or curses lay scattered—some torn apart, others split cleanly in half from head to toe.

They exchanged a glance, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Is it... Nero?" Yuji Itadori spoke in disbelief. He could sense that those Curse Users and curses had been cleaved apart by something.

And he was familiar with it—because in Shibuya, while inside his own body, he had witnessed firsthand how Sukuna's technique and domain were shattered by Chen Tian.

"It should be... him," Fushiguro Megumi said, taking a deep breath. He, too, had seen Chen Tian's power with his own eyes.

"Then that barrier was probably broken by him too?" Yuji asked, uncertain.

Fushiguro nodded. "Other than him, I can't think of anyone else."

Yuji sighed. "Megumi, do you think if we'd gone to him for help before coming in here, we wouldn't have had to fight so much?"

Fushiguro's words caught in his throat. After a long pause, he said, "Yeah."

Yuji suddenly grew excited. "Then do we still need to find that Angel? Can't we just have Nero cut open the Prison Realm?"

Fushiguro shot him a look. "It's not that simple. The Prison Realm is a special-grade cursed object with a unique internal structure. It's said to have been imbued with a special technique—forcibly opening it from the outside could trigger unpredictable consequences.

"Someone once tried to use cursed energy to forcibly open the Prison Realm's 'inner' layer from the outside. The seal's interior went into chaos, splitting the Prison Realm into countless identical spaces. The real exit was hidden among them, making it nearly impossible to find."

Yuji scratched his head. "That's such a hassle... But Nero's so strong—maybe he has a way?"

Fushiguro frowned, thinking for a moment. "First of all, we don't know if Nero would even be willing to help. And even if he did act, it might cause a new crisis, just like the person who tried to open the Prison Realm before.

"Besides, we're not sure where he is right now, or if he wants to get involved in our Curse world's affairs."

Yuji pouted. "It's such a waste to give up now that someone this strong has shown up."

Fushiguro patted his shoulder. "Let's stick to the original plan and find Angel. According to Tengen, Angel's technique can nullify all techniques. Maybe she has a way to undo the Prison Realm's seal, and she could also help us fight against Jogo's schemes."

Yuji nodded reluctantly. "Fine, I guess that's the only way. But once this is over, I'm definitely going to find Nero and ask him how to get stronger."