Not even Jesus could stop him-Hao said so!

"What was that noise?"

At an entrance hidden by a special barrier on the grounds of Jujutsu High, Jogo frowned toward the door.

Stepping out of the entrance to the Tombs of the Star Corridor and hearing the announcement echoing across the school, Jogo suddenly fell silent.

"Hanami... died?"

Behind Jogo, Mahito held several Sukuna's Fingers between his fingers, the amusement fading from his eyes. "Did Satoru Gojo really do it?"

Mahito couldn't forget Jiahao's voice coming through the speakers, but he doubted the truth of his words.

"Hanami's cursed energy signature has indeed vanished. Most likely, Satoru Gojo did it."

Wearing a hood, Kenjaku gazed toward the distant woods, his eyes narrowing. "While those two monsters are still fighting, we'd better retreat."

Hanami had fulfilled the task of drawing Jujutsu High's attention, and they had successfully stolen Sukuna's Fingers and the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings from the Tombs of the Star Corridor.

Kenjaku didn't care who had actually killed Hanami. A mere special grade cursed spirit wouldn't have much impact on his plans going forward anyway.

What secretly alarmed Kenjaku was the strength Jiahao had displayed, enough to stand toe-to-toe with Satoru Gojo.

Fortunately, their partnership was already sealed with a binding vow, so Kenjaku didn't have to worry about how to handle that lunatic Jiahao for now.

Mahito drew a deep breath and rested a hand on the despondent Volcano Head. "Let's go, Jogo. If we're discovered here at Jujutsu High's headquarters, we'll all be joining Hanami in the grave!"

Glancing at Jogo's tightly clenched fists, Mahito's smiling eyes flashed with unmistakable murderous intent. "Now isn't the time to let emotions get the better of us. Let's be a little more cunning."

"Like a curse... like a human."

Kenjaku followed behind the two powerful curses, lowering his head to hide the nauseated expression on his face.

Affection between curses... how utterly disgusting.

"Have you had enough?"

The lush forest had become a wasteland. Satoru Gojo raised a hand and tore through the dust before his eyes, staring straight ahead. "Keep this up, and I won't hold back anymore."

"Stop making more trouble for me. Surrender and come quietly back to the Gojo Clan's detention room for a few years."

"Oh, right. I'll take you to the Psychiatric Hospital afterward to get another medical certificate. Once I slap your medical records in those old fossils' faces, the higher-ups probably won't make too much of a fuss... right?"

Satoru Gojo sounded a little uncertain. After all, cooperating with cursed spirits had undoubtedly crossed the higher-ups' bottom line.

Without a medical certificate issued by a legitimate psychiatric hospital, Jujutsu Headquarters probably wouldn't let the matter drop.

Fortunately, given Jiahao's condition, getting a certificate for split personality would be easy even through the proper channels, without throwing money at the problem.

Jujutsu Headquarters: We won't let it drop even with a certificate!

"Don't steal my lines, Satoru Gojo."

Jiahao brushed a tuft of black hair off his forehead and brazenly shot back, "I'm the one going easy on you."

Satoru Gojo froze. "Utahime said you reminded her of a little version of my younger self. Now that I look at you..."

Boom!!

Before Satoru Gojo could finish, Jiahao seized the initiative, launching himself like a shell from an Italian Cannon and blasting rolling rings of white shock waves through the air.

His Six Eyes caught the difference in the cursed energy spilling from Jiahao's fist, and Satoru Gojo's lips curled upward. "Not planning to keep using that cheat of a Kamui technique? You want to take me head-on?"

Satoru Gojo stayed where he was, drawing his right fist back to his waist and leaning forward to gather strength. "Don't tell me you don't even know what Limitless does. At least show a little interest in your homeroom teacher!"

Jiahao's hurtling figure slipped into the void. A tenth of a second later, he appeared like a phantom beside Satoru Gojo. "You never stop yapping. Do you really think your Inviolability defense is invincible? You're too naive, Satoru Gojo!"

Gojo had intended to use Limitless's stopping power to ignore the frontal assault, then counterattack the instant Jiahao materialized to throw his punch.

But as he felt Jiahao's black-and-red flashing fist tear through Limitless's defenses inch by inch, Satoru Gojo's expression changed sharply. His earlier composure vanished.

"Hao Flash!!"

Boom!!

The red-and-black lightning filling the space before him hadn't even faded when the tremendous force of the punch hurled Satoru Gojo hundreds of meters away.

Couldn't break through Limitless without Kamui?

Couldn't stab someone to death without a spearhead?

Jiahao stepped into the void and appeared a hundred meters away in an instant.

"The last guy who was as confident as Satoru Gojo was that idiot Mahito!"

Standing before the broken half of a Torii Gate, Jiahao tilted his head slightly upward and gazed arrogantly at the nearly hundred-meter stretch of ruins. "Right now, I'm the strongest person in this world!"

"Neither the strongest in history nor the strongest of the modern age can do a thing to me!"

"Whenever the mood strikes me, I can take the life of anyone you call the strongest!"

Jiahao stepped forward and laid his hand on the utterly bewildered Itadori's shoulder.

His black pupils turned scarlet in an instant. Three spinning Tomoe seemed to pierce through Itadori's flesh, reaching straight into the corpse-strewn depths of his soul!

A hall paved with blood, a throne piled with bones.

Meeting Sukuna's dark gaze on that throne through Itadori's body, Jiahao gave a cold smile. "Did you hear that, strongest in history?"

"Your darkness is still nothing compared to the darkness in my heart."

"Whenever I want, I can crush you to death!"

Within his inner world, Sukuna looked up and met Jiahao's blood-moon eyes.

Crack!

The skull of an unknown creature shattered beneath the throne. Brutality surged wildly in Sukuna's eyes as he sneered in reply, "Enjoy yourself while you can. Mock me all you like!"

"Once I take this brat's body, I'll grind every bone in your body to dust, inch by inch!"

Jiahao replied, "I'll be waiting, you worthless piece of trash."

"Uh... hey..."

Behind Jiahao, Kugisaki, who couldn't hear the exchange within the inner world, spoke with a dark expression. "Shouldn't you be saying that to the white-haired bastard's face? What's the point of coming all the way over here to give us your victory speech?"

They had run this far to avoid the shock waves from those two monsters fighting. Yet after landing one hit, this lunatic hadn't pressed his advantage. Instead, he'd deliberately come over here to show off.

Was he sick in the head?

Well... he really was.

And it was pretty serious!

Jiahao rolled his eyes inwardly, grumbling to himself that Kugisaki was a clueless little brat.

If I didn't come over here to show off, how would I milk Heavenly Emperor Itadori and Sukuna for valor points?

Why else would I work with Kenjaku to stage this whole School Defection act, even spending all my savings to fight the strongest white-haired guy, if not to earn valor points?

The jujutsu sorcerers at Jujutsu High were becoming increasingly mentally resilient. They could easily keep their composure through his ordinary scenarios. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to switch sides halfway through and start fleecing the curses.

Most importantly, that hard-fought battle with Mahito had given Jiahao a taste of the rewards.

One question-"What's one thousand minus seven?"...

And Mahito's heart rate had nearly gone off the charts, with valor points pouring out nonstop.

It was truly a case of...

One encounter with Mahito, and he was hooked for life!

An antagonist organization made up entirely of special grades, all remarkably durable-he could easily rake in over a hundred valor points just by bending a few fingers.

How could Jiahao not love a camp of curses like that?

No matter who stood in his way, he was joining the curses!

Not even Jesus could stop him-Hao said so!