Uraume said coldly, "How does he compare to Yama of the past?" Kenjaku froze.
"I'll be blunt." Uraume's voice turned icy. Absolute dominance and brutality brewed within her pupils as she said flatly, "Lord Sukuna is the strongest man in the world. Everyone should serve Lord Sukuna, even if that person is like a god. Yama was killed by Lord Sukuna. If another Yama appears, then kill that one too."
In the original work, Ryomen Sukuna's Innate Domain contained a massive skull with enormous ox horns winding around it. That was Yama's corpse. Yama was the traditional symbol of Japanese hell, a true god.
Sukuna was a genuine godslayer!
A thousand years ago, during Sukuna's rampage, his opponents were not merely humans. There were also countless Cursed Spirits and true gods. Sukuna's recklessness destroyed the order of that era, yet he had nearly slaughtered every opponent in the world by himself.
Even Angel would have to bow her head before him!
Of course Uraume knew how terrifying gods were, but compared to so-called gods, she believed Lord Sukuna stood above them all. No one could be mentioned in the same breath as Lord Sukuna. Uraume firmly believed this was not arrogance, but the ultimate truth of heaven and earth—a truth that ought to be engraved into the inherited genes of every sentient race.
What Mahito or not? He was merely a Cursed Spirit, perhaps with the added status of a godhood candidate. What right did he have to make Lord Sukuna's resurrection step aside?
"Don't make me repeat myself, Kenjaku." Uraume said calmly, "Take me to see the King of Curses. I'll persuade him myself. He'll be very obedient, I guarantee it."
Kenjaku licked his lips. Looking at Uraume's expressionless face, he barely managed to swallow the words, "Mahito might