What official couldn't pass a test like this?

"Bang!!"

Inside the Third Barrier, a wandering low-level cursed spirit's head suddenly exploded. It fell to the ground and dissipated.

"Nothing special."

Satoru Gojo, who had killed the cursed spirit with a tap of his finger, looked deeper inside, his Six Eyes seemingly piercing through layer after layer of barriers.

"This level should be just right for you guys to get some practice."

He had originally planned to work his way in from the outer edge of the barriers, clearing out some trouble for his students along the way.

But according to the information from his Six Eyes, there wasn't a single special grade in either the third or second layer.

"Heh. All gathered in the First Barrier waiting for me?"

"Megumi, Nanami, I'll leave this trash on the outskirts to you!"

Satoru Gojo smiled and walked toward the deepest barrier alone. "Let's see what tricks they've got up their sleeves."

Watching Satoru Gojo's back disappear into the darkness, Fushiguro clenched his fists in frustration.

Even after training himself nearly to death these past weeks, even after making enormous strides in strength, all they could do now was clear out these insignificant low-level curses on the outskirts, saving Satoru Gojo a negligible amount of cursed energy.

They knew full well that the strongest enemies were gathered in the First Barrier, yet they weren't even qualified to approach it.

Even if those special grades paid them no mind at all, a mere speck of dust casually scattered by the shock waves of their battle would spell utter disaster for most of the sorcerers present.

Meanwhile, the final preparations inside the Final Barrier Layer had been completed at Jiahao's request.

When Satoru Gojo passed through the barrier, darkness stretched out before him.

"Something happened to the power supply?"

He couldn't tell whether the cursed spirits had cut the power themselves or the barrier's effects had plunged the entire subway station into darkness.

Satoru Gojo removed his blindfold, revealing his Blue eyes.

His Six Eyes locked onto several surging fluctuations of cursed energy underground. With his hands in his pockets, Satoru Gojo leaped down. "Don't disappoint me!"

Just as Satoru Gojo reached the Fifth Basement Level, a spotlight suddenly shone down through the darkness.

The beam fell on Father Hao, seated at a piano in the center of the space.

At the edge of the spotlight, along the boundary of the darkness, two spirits and a man struck poses, flanking the priest in the middle.

The gloomy-faced Volcano Head cursed spirit wore a blazing, fiery-red suit and knelt on one knee facing the piano.

The stitched-faced cursed spirit in a black suit leaned his upper body against the piano, a red rose clenched between his teeth.

Satoru Gojo had never met the last man. Judging by his presence, he was closer to a human than a cursed spirit.

He wore a pink suit, with his hair tied into two wild pigtails that shot skyward.

His expression held a somewhat helpless melancholy, and a horizontal black curse mark crossed the bridge of his nose.

Before Satoru Gojo could speak, music rang out beneath the spotlight.

"I'll watch the meteor shower with you as it falls upon this earth!"

"Let your blood fall onto my shoulder!"

"Bang, bang!"

Satoru Gojo raised a finger and pointed. The speakers hanging from the ceiling exploded.

"F4 got upgraded to H4?"

Having forcibly cut off the background music, Satoru Gojo looked at Jiahao with a frown. "Don't tell me these three pieces of trash are the danger you were talking about?"

Satoru Gojo looked deeply disappointed.

After hearing Jiahao's prophecy at the Goodwill Event, he had really gotten his hopes up.

And this... was it?

Then what had all his effort over the past two months been for?

Seated on the piano bench, Father Hao spoke calmly. "God said, 'Let there be light.'"

The moment he finished speaking, the Fifth Basement Level lit up.

Putting away the lighting remote and swallowing the red rose in his mouth, Mahito looked at Satoru Gojo with an amused smile. "So this is the Satoru Gojo who beat Jogo down to nothing but a head? He does look strong."

"Shh!"

Father Hao pressed a white-gloved index finger to his lips, and Mahito immediately shut up.

Once everyone was quiet, Father Hao took the Black Leather Bible from the piano's music stand and turned a page. "Shakespeare once said..."

"No matter how vast heaven and earth are, I'm the greatest!"

"My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's!"

"My rules are the rules!"

Mahito: "..."

He's taking advantage of my lack of education to make up this bullshit.

Did Shakespeare really say that? Isn't he afraid of getting sued?

Satoru Gojo: "..."

Jiahao's stream of nonsense left him utterly bewildered.

Honestly, Satoru Gojo really couldn't tell which side a bizarre character like Jiahao was on.

If he was on the cursed spirits' side, why did he post updates every day selling out their intel?

If he was on humanity's side...

Sorry, he just couldn't see it.

Whatever the case, he would kill these three special grades first.

Resting both hands on the black-and-white keys, Jiahao spoke calmly. "Do it."

"Boom!!"

The instant Jiahao finished speaking, a scorching torrent of magma erupted violently from underground.

The humiliation of that day was still fresh in his mind!

Getting to hunt Satoru Gojo tonight filled Jogo with exhilaration!

"Satoru Gojo, tonight is the night you die!"

Jogo laughed as he hurled his threat, then turned and fled in the opposite direction as fast as he could.

Satoru Gojo stepped out of the lava unscathed, only to see Jogo's smug figure running away.

Just as Jogo's idiotic move left him momentarily stunned, a supersonic streak of blood splashed apart before his eyes.

"Blood Manipulation?"

The racing streak of blood couldn't breach Limitless's defenses, and a flicker of confusion crossed Satoru Gojo's eyes.

Was the man with pigtails in the pink suit a sorcerer from the Kamo Clan?

Was the Kamo Clan involved in tonight's curse incident too?

Not long after the higher-ups at Jujutsu Headquarters had gone missing, the Kamo Clan's behavior had become extremely unusual.

And now a man in a pink suit with pigtails had suddenly appeared, wielding the Kamo Inherited Cursed Technique. It was hard not to question what role the Kamo Clan was playing and whose side they were on.

"Satoru Gojo!!!"

Before Satoru Gojo could think further, Jogo appeared around a distant corner, holding a grotesque-looking transfigured human hostage.

"Satoru Gojo, take a good look at this guy's face!"

Being rather short, Jogo could only press his little flame-wreathed hand against the deformed giant's upper inner thigh. A twisted smile involuntarily spread across his face!

What a revolting sight-it was enough to make anyone vomit!

Seeing Jogo's perverse smile and molester-like actions, even Jiahao nearly lost his composure on the piano bench.

Satoru Gojo's mouth twitched. His Six Eyes settled on the Modified Giant, who was still grinning with his crotch ablaze.

"H-help me!"

The Modified Giant's mouth curled upward uncontrollably as he pleaded in broken gasps through a grotesque smile.

Satoru Gojo was confused at first, then realization dawned. Finally, the corner of his mouth lifted with unrestrained madness.

"You're threatening me with this old coot?"

Satoru Gojo recognized the Modified Giant as one of the missing higher-ups from Jujutsu Headquarters.

Satoru Gojo, who had never gotten along with the higher-ups to begin with, had never imagined Volcano Head would pull something like this.

If Jogo had been holding an ordinary stranger, Satoru Gojo might have hesitated for a few hundredths of a second.

But you're testing me with a Jujutsu Headquarters Old Coot?

What veteran official couldn't pass a test like this?

With Cursed Technique Lapse boosting him, Satoru Gojo appeared before Jogo almost as if he had teleported.

"Bang!!!"