Heavenly Tyrant

"Megumi Fushiguro... why aren't you here yet?"

Just then, a pitch-black rift suddenly split open across the calm sea.

"Domain Expansion—Chimera Shadow Garden!"

The shadows beneath their feet instantly boiled. Megumi Fushiguro knelt halfway within them, his face pale as he maintained this incomplete domain and neutralized Dagon's sure-hit effect.

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"Yo, the reinforcements finally made it." Shiyue Shuo spat out a chunk of flesh and looked at Dagon with crazed eyes. "Hey, red octopus..."

Before he could finish, an even greater variable appeared.

At the breach Megumi Fushiguro had forcibly torn open in the domain, the figure of a man slowly emerged. He wore a black bodysuit, his frame broad and powerful. There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes—only a beastlike thirst for slaughter.

At that moment, the air froze. Naobito Zenin's pupils shook violently upon seeing the newcomer.

Maki Zenin gripped [Playful Cloud] tightly, her knuckles whitening from the force. She felt a tremor rising from deep within her bloodline—the absolute suppression of the ultimate body over her "half-finished" Heavenly Restriction.

"Watch out!" Shiyue Shuo's voice was hoarse.

Before anyone could react, Toji moved. His speed had already exceeded the limits of visual perception; even a sorcerer of Naobito Zenin's level could only catch a black afterimage.

"Swish!"

Toji ignored everyone else. He accurately locked onto the holder of the strongest cursed tool present—Maki. Maki only felt an irresistible force yank at her hand, and [Playful Cloud] changed owners in an instant.

Toji gripped the long staff and violently ground both ends against the beach, forcibly sharpening its blunt tips into piercing spikes capable of punching through anything.

"Roar—!" Dagon sensed the threat of death and frantically manipulated a massive horde of shikigami to surge toward Toji.

Yet before the Heavenly Tyrant, it meant nothing. Toji swung Playful Cloud, every strike accompanied by exploding air. The sure-hit shikigami could not even come within three yards of him. Like a bulldozer, he charged straight at Dagon amid flying blood and flesh.

"Splat!"

The tip of Playful Cloud precisely pierced Dagon's eye, followed by a barrage of strikes like a raging storm.

Noritoshi Kamo and Kasumi Miwa stood frozen on the beach. They had never witnessed such violent, efficient killing. This was no longer a clash of jujutsu—it was the process of a pure physical body crushing a curse into nothing.

With Dagon's unwilling wail, its enormous body broke apart beneath Playful Cloud's relentless thrusts.

"Crash—"

Sunlight, beach, and sea faded in an instant. As the domain collapsed, everyone returned to the B3 level of Shibuya Station.

"Ha... is it over?" Kasumi Miwa slumped onto the cold concrete floor, gasping for air.

"No. It's only just beginning." Shiyue Shuo stared at the man standing with his staff, deathly energy radiating from his entire body.

A Séance Puppet that had lost its target would instinctively attack the strongest being present.

To Toji's senses, Shiyue Shuo, glowing with a dark golden radiance, was more eye-catching than any sorcerer.

"Boom!"

The ground beneath Toji's feet instantly collapsed. With his staff in hand, he lunged straight for Shiyue Shuo's heart.

"Shuo!" Kokichi Muta's Mechamaru sounded an urgent warning.

Shiyue Shuo could not dodge at all. He simply abandoned defense, planting his feet firmly into the ground. The instant Playful Cloud pierced his shoulder, he clamped the staff tightly under his left arm.

Shiyue Shuo spat out blood mixed with fragments of organs, his dark golden pupils fixed on Toji's lifeless face.

A flicker of confusion seemed to cross Toji's utterly impassive eyes. He increased his strength, and Playful Cloud twisted madly inside Shiyue Shuo's body, producing bone-cracking sounds that made one's teeth ache. Yet the boy before him remained alive.

"Come help me!"

Within his consciousness, the dark golden Spirit Dog talisman began to tremble violently, its dark golden glow rapidly fading. The power was weakening! Cracks like a spiderweb spread across the compulsion of the Immortality Rule.

The Dog Talisman was about to expire.

A flicker of confusion seemed to cross Toji's utterly impassive eyes. He keenly sensed that the unsettling aura emanating from his prey was weakening.

"Tch, of all times." Shiyue Shuo's knees gave out, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Megumi Fushiguro looked at the man, his heart pounding from an inexplicable feeling. But he knew even more clearly that if they did nothing, Shiyue Shuo would be torn apart on the spot.

"Hey! You monster, come at me!"

Megumi Fushiguro rapidly formed hand seals. The shadows beneath his feet instantly turned into a vast black swamp, and countless Rabbit Escapes burst out wildly, densely obscuring Toji's vision.

"Shadow Technique—Rabbit Escape!"

Then Megumi Fushiguro's body instantly sank into the shadows. With his extreme ability to track movement, Toji indeed abandoned the rapidly weakening Shiyue Shuo.

"Swish!"

Toji became a streak of black light and chased after the shadow into which Megumi Fushiguro had vanished.

At that moment, the watch on Shiyue Shuo's wrist let out an extremely faint click.

The dark golden stream of light forcibly holding his shattered body together completely vanished.

The next moment, an immense surge of cursed energy suddenly erupted from the katana beside Shiyue Shuo. It instantly enveloped his entire body, and his broken ribs and ruptured organs writhed, regenerated, and reassembled within seconds.

"Reverse Cursed Technique?" Takuma Ino cried out at the sight.

"Ha... I'm alive." Shiyue Shuo braced himself on the katana, breathing heavily.

This was not because he had awakened Reverse Cursed Technique. While recovering at Kyoto Jujutsu High, in preparation for the lethal backlash once the Dog Talisman failed, he had worked through Shoko Ieiri to form a strict binding vow during the period when the Horse Talisman's life force was at its peak: he provided an amplification of the Horse Talisman's authority, while Shoko Ieiri, at the cost of being unable to use Reverse Cursed Technique for the next twelve hours, forcibly sealed her own high-purity Reverse Cursed Technique cursed energy into this katana.

This power was the life-saving trump card he had prepared specifically for the moment the Dog Talisman failed.

An intensely scorching malice, far exceeding Dagon's, instantly engulfed the entire area.

"Looks like you killed Dagon."

A figure with a volcano crater atop his head and a black-and-white patterned robe slowly descended—Special Grade cursed spirit, Jogo.

The moisture in the air instantly evaporated, and scorching magma began flowing across the ground.

"Shiyue, take the others and leave." Kento Nanami stepped in front of everyone. Even though this mature working man was already exhausted, there was still no retreat in his eyes.

"No need."

Shiyue Shuo raised his head. A golden-pink glow gathered in his eyes, as though it would burst forth the next second.

Deep within the tunnel.

Megumi Fushiguro used the displacement of the Shadow Technique to force Toji into a dead end. Yet before the final blow fell, Toji stopped moving. He looked at Megumi Fushiguro, and an extraordinarily complex glimmer of humanity appeared on that blank face.

"What's your surname?" Toji asked, his voice dry.

"...Fushiguro."

"Not Zenin, huh? That's good."

A relieved smile curled Toji's lips. He drove Playful Cloud into his own skull with his backhand. The man capable of destroying everything chose to make his exit in an utterly self-centered manner.

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