The God of the New World!

Night, in the principal's office at Jujutsu High.

Satoru Gojo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his fingertips tapping idly against his knee.

"So, you've already reported the information to Jujutsu Headquarters?"

Across from him, Gakuganji rested both hands on his cane and said flatly, "Anything that needs reporting must, of course, be reported."

A stubborn old fossil who followed every rule and knew nothing but procedure.

That was Satoru Gojo's assessment of Gakuganji.

Satoru Gojo looked at the old fossil opposite him and smiled. "Don't say I didn't warn you. That lunatic Jiahao isn't like me."

"He's nowhere near as understanding or reasonable as I am."

"If those old geezers upstairs cross the line, don't expect me to clean up your mess."

Gakuganji looked at the hot tea in his cup, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Understanding and reasonable... do you even hear yourself?

Do either of those words have anything whatsoever to do with you, Satoru Gojo?

"Hakari and Okkotsu at our school, Todo at yours, and now Jiahao and Sukuna's vessel..."

"These past few years, exceptionally gifted students have been appearing one after another, and none of them have the blood of the Three Great Families."

"Still don't get it?"

"The tide of power you've tried so hard to restrain for the sake of your pathetic status and traditions has already grown unstoppable, and it's crashing down on you."

"The sorcerers of this new era won't be something you can measure with Special Grade anymore."

"If you think I'm the only one who can't stand you... heh."

Satoru Gojo looked at the silent, bald principal and smiled. "Then just wait for disaster to strike, you stubborn old geezer."

BANG!!

The instant Satoru Gojo finished speaking, Yaga violently shoved open the tightly shut meeting room door.

His face darker than a century egg, Yaga left Gakuganji utterly dumbfounded the moment he opened his mouth.

"Jujutsu Headquarters has been attacked! The Heavenly Guard Corps has been wiped out, and all the Higher-Ups have gone missing!"

His cane slipped from his hands. Gakuganji stared at Satoru Gojo as though struck by lightning, repeatedly opening his mouth only to choke back his words.

Wait... did someone bless your mouth?

Could Satoru Gojo be of mixed ancestry, with blood from a clan of Cursed Speech Users running through his veins?

He said disaster would strike, and it did. Did Cursed Speech really take effect that fast?

"Have they identified the culprit?"

Satoru Gojo asked with a frown, already harboring a suspicion.

"Not yet. We've sent people to investigate."

Sweating all over, Yaga had arrived at the same suspicion as Satoru Gojo.

"It was Jiahao!"

Panda suddenly poked his large head out of the pile of stuffed toys in the principal's office.

This was no time to deal with Panda eavesdropping. Yaga turned toward him and asked gravely, "How do you know Jiahao was the culprit?"

Panda's answer matched Yaga's suspicions, but if it really was Jiahao... they were in trouble.

Jujutsu Headquarters might not usually draw much attention, but its role in Jujutsu Society was indispensable.

It was Jujutsu Society's highest administrative and governing body, nominated by the Three Great Families and appointed directly by the Prime Minister of Japan.

Its core membership was controlled by established powers such as the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin families.

However, after the incident involving Toji Zenin, the Zenin clan had suffered a severe blow, prompting Jujutsu Headquarters to consider absorbing it.

Policy reviews, resource coordination, and Window-the special unit responsible for monitoring cursed spirit activity nationwide-were all under the direct control of Jujutsu Headquarters.

More importantly, some of the Higher-Ups at Jujutsu Headquarters were cabinet ministers.

Disguising curse attacks as natural disasters, mobilizing police departments to cordon off curse sites, and all other forms of cooperation with the national authorities depended on Jujutsu Headquarters.

The government was already wary of jujutsu sorcerers and deeply fearful of them.

Now that all the Higher-Ups at Jujutsu Headquarters had vanished, it could even trigger a war between non-sorcerers and sorcerers.

Panda emerged from the pile of stuffed toys and raised a miniature phone pinched between his fingertips. "Jiahao posted on Moments."

Satoru Gojo froze for a second, then immediately pulled out his phone and opened Jiahao's Moments feed.

The image began loading, showing a view shot from high above.

The composition was as polished as a movie poster.

Beneath the bright moon lay utter devastation.

The secret chamber halfway up the mountain lay shattered, its ceiling blasted open into an enormous, jagged hole.

Beautiful moonlight poured through the opening, spilling over a blood-red floor piled with rubble and severed limbs.

At the very center of the moonlight stood Jiahao, dressed in a well-tailored black suit.

His upper body was bathed in beautiful moonlight, while his lower half stood in stark contrast on the dim, blood-red ground.

Behind Yagami Hao, broken walls and ruined masonry spread out in a display of violent beauty.

Spiderweb cracks ran across the stone walls, glowing with dark-red remnants of light like blood vessels.

Among the rubble, Satoru Gojo could even make out part of a Heavenly Guard nobody's head, its expression frozen in terror.

Half angel, half demon, Yagami Hao wore a compassionate expression and held a black-covered Notebook.

Amid that blood-soaked hell, he stood spotless in the moonlight.

The Moments caption consisted of just a few bold words.

The God of the New World

This guy... really knows how to show off!

Satoru Gojo marveled silently and scrolled down to the comments.

Maki, Kugisaki, and Panda had liked the post.

Kugisaki: Where did you find a photographer who could fly up into the sky to take that?

Jiahao: A knockoff Grim Reaper I summoned with the Notebook.

Maki: Is that ketchup all over the ground? Were you off shooting a movie?

Jiahao: Genuine blood. From Jujutsu Headquarters.

Itadori: Terrified face.jpg!!!

Itadori: Did the cursed spirits force you to act again?!

Jiahao: No. Those idiots brought it on themselves.

They actually sent a Foot Massage Technician to assassinate this god. An unforgivable crime.

This god never lets revenge wait until morning.

Satoru Gojo quietly liked the post, then slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket.

"I told you not to mess with that lunatic, but you just wouldn't listen."

Satoru Gojo shook his head and sighed.

Looking at Gakuganji, who stood frozen in place, Satoru Gojo offered some comfort. "What's done is done, old man. Don't take it too hard."

"Look on the bright side. At least we'll get free funeral feasts for days!"

Unable to stand it any longer, Gakuganji slapped the table and rose to his feet, his beard bristling as he shouted, "Satoru Gojo, I'll pop your-"

"Let's pop some champagne!"

Sunshine, ocean, and sand. Mahito, serving as their Grim Reaper waiter, approached with champagne, burgers, and fries.

As an enemy, Jiahao was a nightmare.

As an ally, he didn't seem all that reliable either.

Everything else aside, Mahito had genuinely enjoyed this outing with Jiahao.

Sitting by the sea, Jogo looked at Jiahao leisurely eating fries on a beach chair and felt a little lost.

Could Hanami's death really have had nothing to do with him?

Was this guy truly on the curses' side, intent on overthrowing humanity?

Otherwise, how could he explain taking Mahito along to slaughter everyone at Jujutsu Headquarters?

Mahito had told him Jiahao wanted revenge on humanity because a technician's massage technique had been bad.

If anyone else had offered such an absurd explanation, Jogo wouldn't have believed a word of it.

But when it came to Jiahao, Jogo wasn't so sure.