Ryomen Sukuna's madness still exceeded Riviera's expectations.
He should have known.
What awaited him would be endless battles that continued forever. The outcome had been decided from the beginning: he would die, crushed beneath his own weakness.
Yet Ryomen Sukuna did not care.
Indeed, that was exactly how he appeared now: completely uncaring.
Every action and gesture of his was decided according to his own preferences. He refused to change, and he refused to act according to anyone else's wishes.
"It's useless." Ryougi Shiki suddenly spoke. "There are very few Death Lines on the self-respect in his heart. Only one faint line exists. Gojo Satoru was right. He could never submit."
"Death Lines..." Riviera failed to react for a moment.
Akame, however, was startled.
"You can even see the Death Lines of someone's personality now?"
Although Akame knew that Ryougi Shiki's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception would grow stronger along with her abilities, to the point where she could even kill concepts, being able to see the Death Lines in another person's personality was still far too outrageous. After all, being able to see Death Lines meant being able to kill them.
"It's only because he's far weaker than I am. Besides, the concept I can see is very vague, entangled with the Death Lines of his soul." Ryougi Shiki had no intention of hiding her ability.
Even if they knew, it would be useless.
With every Chest Opening, her strength would increase.
Rather than saying that the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception could evolve, it would be more accurate to say that her increasing strength allowed her to understand more and more concepts.
Although Gojo Satoru could not understand what they meant, he could still guess the general idea.
"Something like self-respect... can even be erased?" His heart sank.