The Invincible Me Just Wants to Lie Flat

The last one was the white-haired old man who had lost his right arm—Zenin Naobito!

Experience allowed him to react instantly! As Jogo locked onto Nanami, his emaciated body shot towards Jogo with incredible speed, attempting to get behind him!

However, the moment his feet landed, his pupils shrank to pinpricks!

On both sides behind him, two small volcanoes had risen from the ground silently and without anyone noticing! The craters faced him, filled with churning, viscous lava that exuded an aura of destruction!

"Hah!" Naobito only had time to let out a short, sharp gasp.

Two torrents of lava, like furious crimson dragons, erupted violently from the two volcanoes! They crisscrossed and blasted his position with precision, leaving no blind spots!

RUMBLE—!!!

A terrifying heatwave and shockwave swept out! Naobito's figure was instantly submerged and swallowed by the crimson-gold lava torrents, leaving not even a trace of resistance!

The lava raged, melting the scorched earth into boiling, bubbling pools.

Jogo stood in place, not even glancing at the three spots where the lava was boiling.

Its giant single eye remained cold and indifferent, as if it had just casually crushed three bothersome insects.

Its icy voice rang out clearly amidst the crackling flames and the distant clamor of disaster:

"The third one."

The scorched earth at the edge of the lava pit was still sizzling, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of high-temperature burning and heavy cursed residue.

Jogo's giant single eye swept coldly across the three areas ravaged by lava, confirming the utter annihilation of the ants.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A suffocatingly heavy cursed energy, filled with malice, suddenly spread out like a tsunami!

Jogo's giant single eye suddenly widened! A flicker of what could be called "terror" flashed in the depths of its pupil.

"The aura of Sukuna's finger..." The voice, like grinding stones, carried an unbelievable pause.

Without any hesitation, its robust body instantly turned into an afterimage, and it shot towards the source of that terrifying aura! All that remained in its place was distorted hot air and three molten craters.

As soon as Jogo's figure disappeared around the corner.

Right next to the spot where Zenin Naobito had just been swallowed by lava, the air was torn open without warning!

A deep blue rift appeared out of nowhere, its edges flickering with familiar blue arcs, and a deep starry vortex spun within.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Three figures were violently thrown out, crashing heavily onto the scorching, but no longer flowing, lava-covered ground.

It was Nanami Kento, Zenin Maki, and Zenin Naobito!

The three fell to the ground in disarray, their faces still showing the shock and confusion from the brink of death.

They looked at their hands and feet in bewilderment—apart from the injuries and fatigue from their previous fight with Dagon, there was no sign of the expected carbonization or evaporation! Not only were there no fatal wounds, not even a trace of a burn!

What was going on?!

One foot, clad in the classic red and black AJ1 sneakers, stepped firmly out of the deep blue rift and onto the scorched earth.

Then, Chen Tian's figure emerged from the splitting starry sky.

He wore a simple black hoodie and dark jeans, his white, messy hair fluttering slightly in the cursed-energy-filled hot wind.

His face was expressionless, as cold as the steel jungle of Shibuya at night. He casually glanced at the three figures still stunned on the ground.

"Are you alright?" His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of detached coldness.

Nanami Kento reacted first, suppressing the churning shock and vigilance towards the unknown. He forcefully pushed himself up, his gaze sharp as he locked onto Chen Tian, "Who are you?"

Before Chen Tian could answer, Zenin Maki next to him let out a short gasp and pointed at Chen Tian, blurting out, "Senior Nanami! You don't recognize him?! He's the super popular star lately! Nero!"

Her face was full of shock, but the shock in her eyes was quickly replaced by the excitement of "seeing a top idol" and a sense of absurd disbelief.

The person who had emerged from the spatial rift and saved their lives was none other than the rising idol who was all over TV and billboards, famous throughout Japan—Nero!

Nanami Kento and Zenin Naobito, who was struggling to sit up, both froze: "A star?"

The two exchanged glances, seeing the bewilderment and the cracks in their worldview in each other's eyes.

Someone who could silently rescue the three of them from the center of a certain death by lava eruption, from under a Special Grade Cursed Spirit like Jogo?

Were the standards for being a star this ridiculous now?!

Chen Tian ignored the complicated looks from the three.

He slightly turned his head, his gaze drifting towards the depths of the distant ruins—that was the source of the terrifying cursed energy burst just now, and the direction Jogo was rushing towards.

The distorted fluctuations lingering in the air and the heavy, mountain-like malicious cursed energy caused the corners of his mouth to curl into an excited arc.

"Heh... It's started, has it."

Chapter 5: Amuse Me

A deafening explosion tore through the night sky! A multi-story building collapsed like paper, instantly exploding! Steel and concrete were torn into fragments by the violent force, scattering outwards with smoke and flames!

Two dark figures shot out from the center of the explosion like cannonballs!

"Hah!" An arrogant laugh erupted in the smoke. The pink-haired Ryomen Sukuna floated in the air, looking at Jogo's disheveled figure, "Is this all you've got? Curse—Spirit—!"

Jogo spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, its giant single eye bloodshot and filled with rage! It forcibly stabilized its body, and two furiously spinning lava fireballs appeared in its palms, aimed at Sukuna!

"It's not over yet—!!!" Jogo roared, intending to unleash this destructive power!

Two black slashes appeared out of nowhere, moving faster than the eye could follow!

The lava fireballs Jogo had just formed, along with its arms, were severed at the wrist! The cuts were as smooth as a mirror! The severed arms and fireballs fell powerlessly.

"Wh—?!" Jogo's shock was frozen in its single eye.

Sukuna's figure had already appeared ghost-like directly above it, a cruel smile splitting his lips! His fists were clenched, carrying a ferocious power that could crush everything, and he slammed them down towards Jogo's head!

THUD—!!!

A dull, heart-shattering roar! Jogo's head visibly caved in and deformed! Terrifying power surged through its entire body, and it was sent hurtling towards the ground like a meteor, at even greater speed!

Sukuna was faster! He plummeted down, instantly catching up! His left hand, like an iron clamp, tightly gripped Jogo's deformed head!

BOOM!!!

The two figures, like human cannonballs, smashed through the rooftop of the building below!

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!?

A series of dull, bone-jarring impacts reverberated downwards from within the building!

The first floor! The second floor! The third floor...

The two figures pierced through layer after layer of reinforced concrete floor slabs at terrifying speed, leaving a trail of massive holes! The entire building trembled and groaned violently!

Finally, a heavy thud exploded deep within the foundation, sending dust billowing upwards.

At the very bottom of the building, in the center of the collapsed ruins.

Moonlight struggled to penetrate through the layers of holes above, casting a pale light on a small area.

Sukuna stood proudly. His hands were in his pockets, his posture casual, as if he had merely strolled there.

He slightly raised his chin, the strange black curse marks on his face appearing even more demonic in the moonlight. Below his eyes, the two smaller pairs of eyes coldly looked down at the prey beneath his feet, shimmering with inhuman light.

A devilishly charming smile curved his lips, and his cold voice echoed in the ruins:

"The moonlight is shining in now..."

"Your pathetic state can no longer be hidden."

Before him, Jogo was buried up to its chest in rubble and twisted rebar, its chest heaving violently, making wheezing sounds like a broken bellows, spewing out large amounts of foul blood mixed with internal organ fragments from its mouth.

At the sites of its severed arms, flesh and blood struggled to writhe and regenerate.

Under the cold moonlight, this once arrogant Special Grade Cursed Spirit was left with only desperate weakness and naked humiliation.

"How many fingers of Sukuna am I as strong as?" Jogo sat on a beach lounge chair, looking at Chisaki who was smiling beside it.

"Optimistically speaking," Uraume replied, "about 8-9 fingers."

Jogo's large eyes were filled with terror. Once, he and Uraume had been the proudest beings, but now they were reduced to this state.

'8-9 fingers? Uraume, I think you're underestimating me. I'm at least that strong.'

"Alright, alright, cheer up," Sukuna crouched beside Jogo, lifting it by the collar of its back. "You can play as many times as you want before I get bored." Jogo's pupils suddenly snapped towards Sukuna.

"BOOM!!!" Countless pillars of fire erupted from the building's windows, doors, and even the large holes in the rooftop.

Outside the building, on the road, Sukuna's figure appeared first, followed closely by Jogo. Jogo pulled its right hand back, forming a claw, its palm enveloped in flames.

"Domain Expansion? Meteor!" Jogo roared, and a massive explosion of flames erupted instantly.

Not far away, Kusakabe and Panda, who had sensed this terrifying cursed energy, were trying to escape, while two Curse Users were chasing them.

Suddenly, Sukuna's voice appeared between the four of them, "No, no."

The four were instantly overwhelmed by Sukuna's terrifying cursed energy, breaking out in cold sweats. Sukuna said softly, as if playing, "From now on, none of you are allowed to move without my permission."

Sukuna looked up. A giant meteor, wreathed in crimson flames, was rapidly descending from the sky.

"Hold still, hold still," Sukuna slowly raised his hands, as if to clap them together, a playful curve on his lips. His scarlet eyes swept over the four people pinned to the spot by his cursed energy—Kusakabe, Panda, and the two pathetic Curse Users. Every pore of their bodies exuded desperate trembling, every stiff limb screamed silently.

He reveled in this absolute dominance, like a child toying with trembling ants in his palm. "You're still not allowed to run, you know."

The cruel smile grew more pronounced, the air in his palms seemed to congeal, brewing the "splendid" blooming of flesh and blood fireworks after the clap.

Just as his palms were about to close—

The world suddenly fell silent!

It was as if the heavens and earth were instantly cut and torn apart by something more fundamental!

Vision was engulfed by countless sharp, blue-white lights! That wasn't light, it was the will to sever everything!

Boundless sharpness appeared out of nowhere, instantly filling every inch of space within Sukuna's field of vision!

SCREEECH—!!!

The sky, the giant lava meteor carrying world-ending power and falling violently, froze silently amidst the sky-filling blue-white blade energy.

The next moment, there was no explosion, no roar.

It was like a fragile sandcastle weathering away, or as if pierced simultaneously by billions of invisible blades! The colossal meteorite instantly burst and disintegrated!

It turned into fine dust-like powder filling the sky, mixed with instantly extinguished particles of red lava, drifting down in the night sky, forming a vast and eerie gray dust curtain that even dulled the pale moonlight.

Sukuna's mocking laughter, as if playing with prey, froze abruptly.

His crimson pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needle points, clearly reflecting the dust annihilating in the sky.

This wasn't fear, but rather... displeasure at his meal being interrupted, and a surge of even more intense joy upon seeing the intruder!

The frozen smile on his face shattered like ice, then twisted and expanded, finally transforming into a ferocious, ecstatic expression!

"Heh... Hahahahaha!" Sukuna threw his head back, a deep, irrepressible laugh rumbling in his throat. The laughter rose from low to high, finally erupting into unrestrained wild howling above the silent ruins.

"A formidable guy has arrived--!!!"

Amidst the laughter, his crimson eyes, filled with pure malice, pierced through the falling meteorite ash and fixed themselves on the sky above.

High in the night sky, dust rained down like a gray snow.

Chen Tian hovered there.

In his left hand, he casually held Jogo by the collar of his shirt—the arrogant volcanic cursed spirit was now like a dead dog, its body broken, its single eye dim, its severed arm hanging limply.

Its body twitched occasionally, proving it was still barely alive. Filthy cursed blood and ash dripped from it continuously.

Chen Tian's right hand rested casually on the hilt of the ancient-looking sword at his waist—the Enma Sword.

The hood of his dark t-shirt was slightly lifted by the high-altitude wind, revealing a few strands of white hair falling over his forehead.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at Sukuna, who was laughing wildly amidst the ruins below.

His gaze was as calm as eternal ice, without the slightest ripple, only an absolute indifference that looked down upon the dust.

The wind swept across the ruins, stirring up the ash.