Version update: the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant!

The Fifth Basement Level.

A third of the subway platform's ceiling had collapsed, with rebar jutting from the concrete like a giant's broken ribs.

Scorching magma conjured from cursed energy still flowed slowly across the floor, winding along its slopes in glowing veins.

The heat warped the air into layers of shimmering ripples. Broken tiles and scattered advertising boards were burning.

The earth was bleeding. Everywhere he looked, there were scars of devastation left by Satoru Gojo's raging cursed energy.

Jogo spewed magma, Choso summoned a river of blood, and Satoru Gojo tore open black holes...

The entire underground platform now blazed with bloody light, as though plunged into hell!

In the only corner hell had yet to swallow, a crooked spotlight dangled from the blackened ceiling, shining on black-and-white piano keys that reflected the scorching crimson glow.

"Do, re, mi! Do, re, mi!"

"Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti!"

An unbearable jumble of notes rang out through the shattered hellscape.

Father Hao turned a page of his Bible, then suddenly recited with a melancholy expression, "I came from hell and am bound for heaven, merely passing through the mortal world."

Wait, there's no one here. Who are you showing off for?

The system inside Jiahao did not understand, but it was deeply shaken.

It was shaken by the extravagant words and deeds ingrained in Jiahao's very bones, and even more shaken by his current level of literacy.

Was this really the Jiahao it knew? That illiterate who could only recite "Goose, goose, goose"?

At that moment, a four-digit string of valor points suddenly floated above Jiahao's head.

The Tycoon System: Impossible?!

Even I'm one of your targets, Hajih ao, you bastard!

[Valor points +1666]

As expected, the system inside Jiahao had lost its composure.

[Host: Wang Jiahao]

[Cursed energy: Special Grade Tycoon Sorcerer]

[Skills: Close-Combat Technique (Grand Tycoon Master Level), Weapon Proficiency (Grand Tycoon Master Level)...]

[Cursed techniques: Void Kamui, Hundred Healings Reversal, Impure World Reincarnation...]

[Tycoon techniques: Ultra Instinct Hao, Hao Flash, Tycoon Domain Expansion...]

[Valor points: 2679]

Father Hao stood with a soft sigh, privately lamenting how mentally resilient the sorcerers of today's Jujutsu Society were.

After all that showing off, he had only earned two thousand.

If the system had not cracked, his balance would barely have passed two thousand.

Back in the day...

A flesh-eating ghoul had held a secret midnight meeting with Mahito.

Uchiha Zuohao had mercilessly defected from his school.

Echizen Ryugo had played murderous tennis.

A heavenly god had descended with the Notebook to inspect the old men at Jujutsu Headquarters.

After that string of tireless efforts to show off, his valor point balance had nearly broken the hundred-thousand mark.

But in the end, Jiahao had failed to resist temptation, inadvertently recalling a famous quote from a certain expert.

[Going all in is a form of wisdom!]

No child cried every day, and no gambler lost every day!

And so, with the system's encouragement, Jiahao had gone all in.

At ninety-nine thousand, Impure World Reincarnation was Jiahao's largest investment to date.

If he had initially regretted it and winced at the cost, all he could say now was that it had been worth every penny.

Impure World Reincarnation (Jiahao edition): take a certain amount of a deceased person's flesh and summon them into the present world to serve the host.

They would obey any command from the summoner unconditionally. Forever! Absolutely! Betrayal was impossible!

If those had been the only two benefits, Jiahao would not have spent so lavishly.

Most importantly, any emotional reactions the revived person's speech, actions, or clothing provoked in others could also generate valor points.

Even now, in the cramped subway tunnel, valor points kept pouring out above Satoru Gojo's head.

Reviving the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant had been well worth it.

For this, Jiahao also owed Kenjaku a special thank-you.

If that brain had not brought Spirit Medium Granny along for a sneak attack, Jiahao would never have obtained Toji's remains.

And this was only Toji. At the thought of the events soon to unfold, Father Hao could not help laughing aloud in the midst of hell.

"Heh heh, heh heh heh heh!"

Once he finished laughing, Jiahao immediately took dozens of speakers out of the Kamui Dimension.

"Stop shooting, Choso!"

"Hang up all these speakers!"

Choso, who was still firing streams of blood into the tunnel where Satoru Gojo was fighting, smacked his lips and reluctantly began setting up the stage.

While Choso was installing the speakers, in a corner of the fourth basement level...

A string of valor points involuntarily appeared above Kenjaku's head inside a concealed barrier.

"Toji Fushiguro?!"

The Star Plasma Vessel, Tengen, and the Six Eyes.

A unique human who had broken the three-way bond of fate and stepped outside the cycle of cause and effect.

Satoru Gojo was not the only one shocked by Toji's return from the dead. Kenjaku's expression had turned utterly grim.

"Dimensional Copy... Impure World Reincarnation!"

Recalling the Kamui technique Jiahao had used, Kenjaku deduced Toji's condition.

But what unsettled Kenjaku now was the agreement between himself and Jiahao.

First: Jiahao had made a binding vow that he would never obstruct Sukuna's advent into the present world, and would do everything possible to help Sukuna return to his prime.

In exchange, Kenjaku had made a binding vow that all actions outside his original plan, as well as his clothing and appearance, had to be changed according to Jiahao's demands.

Naturally, Kenjaku had no objection to gaining a top-tier powerhouse's help in exchange for such a trivial demand, one that cost him no dignity.

Second: Jiahao had made a binding vow to act against Satoru Gojo tonight and complete his sealing.

With Jiahao's own combat strength, combined with Kenjaku's current body and the Prison Realm, Kenjaku was ninety percent certain the sealing would succeed.

That was also why Kenjaku had allowed Jiahao to reveal information to Jujutsu High, and still decided to act against Satoru Gojo without a large number of hostages.

He had even risked exposing his secret control over the Kamo clan, using their manpower and resources after the Higher-Ups disappeared, and personally dealt with the non-sorcerer authorities to maintain stability in the current Jujutsu Society.

In exchange...

The price Kenjaku had to pay for Jiahao to act against Satoru Gojo was merely a finger bone.

Cutting off a finger could improve the chances of sealing Satoru Gojo. Such a negligible price...

Before today, Kenjaku would have agreed a thousand times over.

But after seeing Toji revived through Impure World Reincarnation... Kenjaku was starting to panic.

While he still controlled this body and could still use Cursed Spirit Manipulation, could a second revenant also use Cursed Spirit Manipulation...? That was the crucial question.

Every one of Jiahao's extravagant words and deeds now replayed endlessly in Kenjaku's mind.

Was there actually a deeper purpose hidden behind his seemingly absurd behavior?

Could his delusions of grandeur and insanity merely be a mask?

At the thought of that possibility, Kenjaku could no longer sit still.

BOOM!!!

A thunderous crash roared through the narrow subway tunnel, and a bloodied figure flew backward out of the darkness.

A slash wound that had nearly split his body in two stretched from Satoru Gojo's neck all the way to his abdomen.

Back on the ruined platform, Satoru Gojo casually wiped the blood from his mouth. His brilliant eyes settled on the dark figure emerging from the tunnel, and he could not help curling his lips into a smile. "Heh. Do you even count as human anymore?"

Illuminated by the scorching lava, the dark figure stepping out of the shattered tunnel was Toji, with only three-quarters of his body remaining.

Everything above his chest was gone. Yet the headless tyrant still advanced with a short blade in hand.

In just a few seconds, Toji's missing body re-formed amid a flurry of paper scraps.

He had taken Gojo's Limitless head-on with his skull, then slashed back with his headless body.

Even Satoru Gojo found this hellish, death-defying style of trading wound for wound genuinely troublesome.

Unfazed by Satoru Gojo's taunt, Toji scoffed. "Human? Revenant?"

"To me, it means nothing."

"If anything, the way this body feels now... is unlike anything I've ever felt!"

Toji grinned and charged forward. "Kill!"