Invincible Me Only Wants to Slack Off

And the [Demon Slaying Blade] thrusting toward his ankle from below—Chen Tian merely lifted his leg slightly, the blade scraping past his sole without harming him a single bit.

The wild grin on Sukuna's face remained, yet deep in his pupils flickered a tremor.

Mahoraga One should have torn apart the opponent's rhythm, forced a counterattack, and forcibly adapted to Chen Tian's slashes!

But Chen Tian... was too bizarre!

Facing the frenzied pincer attack of three top-tier Shikigami and the seamless domain slashes, he moved as if strolling through his own backyard! Dodges precise to the millimeter, blocks made with effortless ease, and even... wielding his blade with just one hand?

Slashing? Mahoraga? In his eyes, it probably didn't even count as juggling!

This wasn't a fight at all—it was more like... toying!

Fury's roar exploded! The two hand seals maintaining the domain remained motionless, but the hands summoning Mahoraga suddenly shifted! Blazing Cursed Energy flames compressed in his palms in an instant, taking shape!

Two flame arrows, condensed like magma and surpassing the speed of sound, tore through the air!

Their trajectories were cunning, sealing off Chen Tian's evasive space! One arrow aimed straight for his brow, the other cutting off his retreat!

The timing was vicious, perfectly catching the gap as Chen Tian sidestepped Mahoraga's sweep and the Enma Sword deflected a lateral slash!

Fast! Ruthless! Deadly!

Domain suppression, Mahoraga's distraction, flame sniping—a triple kill!

Chen Tian seemed to have no escape! He had just swung his blade to shatter a wave of slashes, his posture pausing slightly!

The sneer at the corner of Sukuna's mouth stretched almost to his ears—got him!

A metallic clash exploded, deafening!

The dark scabbard of the Enma Sword had somehow already appeared before Chen Tian's face!

So fast that not even an afterimage remained! That lethal flame arrow on the left was precisely knocked aside by the scabbard, bursting into a shower of falling fire!

At the same time, Chen Tian's body executed a movement nearly impossible under the laws of physics—using his heel as a pivot, he bent backward like weightless willow fluff, defying inertia!

The scorching flame gust whistled past the tip of his nose! The second arrow missed, exploding into a towering Fire Pillar in the sea of blood behind him!

In the instant of bending back, his right hand gripping the blade didn't pause! With a flick of his wrist, the azure blade light swept upward in a reverse slash!

The two domain slashes striking from the blind spot behind him shattered on contact!

Smooth as flowing water! Done in one breath!

Block, dodge, slash!

Three entirely different responses, perfectly synchronized in a flash of lightning! As if rehearsed ten thousand times!

The sneer on Sukuna's face froze completely.

"A bit... boring."

Chen Tian sidestepped Mahoraga One's fierce chop, his voice as flat as if commenting on the weather.

Before the words faded, he suddenly flipped backward! In the midst of the backflip, his left hand had already formed a sword finger, held before his chest.

"Phantom Sword."

He murmured softly, without warning!

Nine swords, built from pure azure light, materialized around Chen Tian's body, hovering silently, their tips aimed at their targets.

The nine beams of blue light vanished abruptly! As if they had never existed.

The next instant—

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out!

The three Mahoraga, mid-frenzied attack, froze in their massive forms!

From their chests, necks, and heads, the tips of azure light swords suddenly thrust out!

There was no tearing process of penetrating wounds—these lethal blades seemed to "grow" from within their thick Cursed Energy armor and bodies out of nowhere!

The raging sound of slashes within the domain seemed to pause for a moment.

The stiffness on Sukuna's face was instantly replaced by shock. His four scarlet pupils locked onto the three Mahoraga pierced from within by the light swords.

Useless! Mahoraga's near-rule-based "adaptation" ability couldn't even activate against the opponent's bizarre spatial sword technique!

The three towering figures convulsed violently, their powerful bodies collapsing instantly, like punctured balloons, exploding into three massive fireworks of flesh and blood within the blood sea domain!

The Phantom Swords dissipated.

Chen Tian landed lightly, the Enma Sword casually pointing at the ground, its azure light reflecting his indifferent face.

Domain slashes howled in again, but he shattered them with a casual swing, sparks flying.

He lifted his gaze to the demonic silhouette before the shrine.

"Is that all? It seems you still can't entertain me."

Chapter 20: Lantern Reel

Outside the domain, at the edge of a high-rise rooftop.

Satoru Gojo stood with one hand in his pocket, his cerulean Six Eyes locked tightly onto the area shrouded by that twisted, blood-colored space.

The invisible [Fukuma Mizushi] loomed like an ominous, dark red cocoon, silently perched atop the ruins.

"Strange..." Gojo furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of gravity beneath his white lashes. "Shouldn't a Domain Expansion trigger a more violent clash of Cursed Energy? Why's it so quiet...? Not a sound?"

He rubbed his chin, his tone uncertain: "Could it be... it's already over? That kid got taken out?"

Crouching nearby, Yuji Itadori gripped the concrete edge of the rooftop with both hands, his fingertips turning pale.

He stared fixedly at that silent, blood-colored domain, his lips twitching a few times before he forced out the words:

"Gojo-sensei... I don't think... Nero lost."

"Oh?" Gojo tilted his head, his gaze landing on his student's tense face. "What makes you say that?"

Yuji took a deep breath, struggling to calm his churning emotions, and quickly recounted everything he'd witnessed:

"When we were trapped inside Jogo's 'Deadly Prison' domain, he... Nero, used some method I couldn't understand to just tear the entire massive domain apart like it was nothing! That feeling... it was as simple as ripping a piece of paper."

"Then..." A flicker of fear passed through Yuji's eyes. "The moment the barrier collapsed, it seemed like he... swung a blade? Or did something? Anyway, at that exact second the barrier vanished, every cursed spirit and Curse User in all of Tokyo with a Cursed Energy reaction... was wiped out!"

He paused, his voice carrying an incredulous aftertone:

"And before that in Shibuya... when Sukuna first used his Domain Expansion, Nero shattered it with a single, casual slash! Even Megumi's Mahoraga was one-shotted by him..."

Yuji's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Gojo's heart like a hammer.

Gojo whipped his head around, his Six Eyes—capable of piercing all things in the world—widening in sheer shock:

"Huh?! He's that strong?!"

He instinctively glanced at Nanami Kento, who had been standing silently like a mountain beside him, as if seeking confirmation.

Nanami pushed up his glasses, the gaze behind the lenses razor-sharp.

He tightened his jaw, met Gojo's eyes, and without a word, gave a single, heavy nod.

The air froze.

The deathly quiet blood-colored domain, the terrifying feats Yuji described, Nanami's silent affirmation... an unprecedented chill crept silently up Gojo's spine.

He slowly turned back, staring once more at that eerily silent domain. Deep within his cerulean irises, a burning battle intent—beyond mere curiosity—ignited, along with a vigilance as if staring into an abyss.

"Nero..." The corner of Gojo's mouth slowly curled into an excited grin, his voice light as the wind. "This... is getting more and more interesting."

Inside the domain, Sukuna's rage had become almost tangible.

"Can't entertain you?" The Cursed Mark on Sukuna's face twisted, his four scarlet eyes nearly spitting fire. "This one is going to cut you to pieces!"

The density of slashes doubled in an instant, countless [Cleave] and [Dismantle] weaving into a storm of death, completely engulfing Chen Tian's position.

If anyone could see the trajectory of Cursed Energy, Chen Tian's surroundings would now be a blinding white.

Chen Tian merely bent his knees slightly, the Enma Sword tracing a deep blue arc in his hand.

With each flash of the blade, every incoming slash disintegrated the moment it touched the edge.

Sukuna could clearly feel it—every one of his slashes was intercepted, not even a trace of residual energy left behind.

"Aaaagh!" Sukuna roared in fury, veins bulging on all four arms as Cursed Energy surged wildly.

Chen Tian suddenly sheathed his sword. The metallic scrape was jarringly loud in the dead silence of the domain.

"I'm bored."

The moment the Enma Sword was drawn again, the entire Fukuma Mizushi trembled violently.

The blade's light, like a deep blue lightning bolt, split the blood-colored space. Wherever it passed, the shrine pillars, the bone altars, even the rules of the domain itself—all were neatly sliced in two.

Sukuna's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw his domain shatter like glass, and that blade light, its momentum undiminished, hurtled straight toward him!

Sukuna's eardrums were pierced by the crisp sound of his domain breaking apart.

As that deep blue blade light grazed his body, he felt no pain—only a bone-deep chill exploding from the marrow of his bones, as if even his soul had been frozen.

His four scarlet pupils shrank violently. In his vision, the blood-colored domain cracked like a shattered mirror, the fissures spreading wildly from the blade light's trajectory.

"Impossible..." Sukuna's expression twisted into shock.

He watched his domain completely collapse, the shrine pillars turning to dust, the bone altars evaporating into mist.

Then—light.

Blinding sunlight poured down like a flood, instantly swallowing all the blood-red.

Sukuna instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, but through the gaps in his fingers, he saw an even more staggering sight: the blade light, its momentum unspent, was cleaving straight into the sky!

The leaden clouds condensed by his Cursed Energy were neatly split open, revealing the clear blue sky beyond.

Sunlight streamed through the rift in the clouds, casting golden pillars of light onto the ruins, like salvation after divine punishment.

On the high-rise outside the domain, Yuji Itadori shot to his feet: "The... sky is split?!"

Gojo's Six Eyes reflected that blade scar cutting through heaven and earth. "That slash... even the weather was cut."

In Sukuna's eyes, the blinding sunlight began to consume his entire field of vision, until...

Only endless white remained in his sight.

Sukuna's scarlet pupils contracted slightly before he could make out the stitched-up smiling face before him.

"Yo, King of Curses..." Mahito tilted his head, the corners of his mouth stretching nearly to his ears. "Been waiting for you."

Sukuna looked down at his own body, then swept his gaze across this pure white void.

Silent, empty, cold. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint, unreadable smile.

"Hah." Sukuna's voice was calm, betraying no emotion. "Seeing you, I already know how this ends."

Mahito burst into shrill laughter, his body twitching irregularly like melting wax. "Hahahaha! Failure! Total failure! How does it feel? Being sliced in two by that monster—what's it like?"

Sukuna paid no mind to Mahito's wild laughter. He lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through the white void, staring at some distant place that didn't exist.

"Not bad," he said flatly.

A new figure emerged in the pallor.

Ryomen Sukuna, his black hair loose, stood calmly behind Mahito, his eyes beneath those stitched lines carrying a faint, chilling smile that made one's hair stand on end. He said nothing, merely watching Sukuna in silence.

Then, a bone-piercing chill spread, and fine ice crystals formed against the pure white backdrop.

Uraume's figure appeared silently. He knelt on one knee, his head bowed low, his face buried in shadow.

Ice crystals covered most of his body, like frozen tears.

"Sukuna-sama..." Uraume's voice was hoarse and broken, suppressing an agony and resentment beyond measure.

He lifted his head slightly, and beneath his silver hair, those icy eyes were now filled with an unbearable despair. "How could you..."

Sukuna's gaze swept over the prostrate Uraume. "What's with that long face?!"

Sukuna's sharp rebuke made Uraume's shoulders tremble, ice crystals scattering from his lowered lashes.