Surrender or Die. Choose.

Both Jiro Awasaka and Ogami, who had performed a séance on herself, wore strange expressions.

As Curse Users who had spent years doing dirty work and acting as they pleased, they were highly skilled at concealing their identities.

After all, if a Curse User's whereabouts were discovered, Jujutsu Society would specifically study them and assign personnel to subdue them. Even outright elimination was permitted.

Keeping their identities hidden was their most basic means of protecting themselves.

Jiro Awasaka had merely changed into a staff uniform, but to ensure this operation went smoothly, Ogami had personally performed a séance. It was not simply that she looked very different-she looked like an entirely different person.

Tan Man's ability to identify her accurately could no longer be dismissed as a lucky guess. She could now be certain that he knew her Cursed Technique.

Countless thoughts raced through their minds. If Tan Man even knew their Cursed Techniques, then their operation had already been exposed.

As a son of the Zenin Clan, had he already stationed people nearby, waiting for them to walk straight into his trap?

Was that why the man beside him had left Tan Man's side so casually?

The three motionless figures seemed to exist on a different layer from the noisy racetrack behind them.

Finally, Jiro Awasaka and Ogami exchanged a glance, confirming that they shared the same thought.

Whether they had fallen into a trap or not, they would kill their target, Tan Man, first and worry about the rest afterward. Even if the Zenin Clan really had them cornered, there was no point trying to escape now.

Watching the two charge toward him, Tan Man slowly removed his sunglasses and spoke almost to himself.

"Do you really know who you're up against?"

Unlike Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes, Evil Eye required him to actually see his target's eyes before he could use it.

It was at that moment that the two noticed Tan Man's Golden Eyes seemed to have grown even more dazzling.

There seemed to be more to those eyes than their unusual color.

By the time they noticed this, they had already fallen under the Evil Eye Tan Man had unleashed.

This time, the illusion Tan Man had prepared showed them his battle with Satoru Gojo, primarily from Satoru Gojo's perspective.

Both were getting on in years and had been active as sorcerers for a long time. They immediately realized that they might have fallen under some kind of illusion.

Otherwise, there was no explaining how they had suddenly gone from the racetrack to a clearing in the wooded mountains.

Still, neither could be certain whether the companion beside them was real or something created by the illusion.

Then Tan Man's battle with Satoru Gojo unfolded before their eyes.

"Isn't that the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes?"

Jiro Awasaka was astonished to see Satoru Gojo in the illusion.

Their impression of him was far too deeply ingrained. That fear had all but branded itself into the depths of their souls.

Although they did not understand why these scenes were appearing before them, the illusion was far too realistic.

Even every member of the Three Great Families watching the battle appeared clearly before their eyes. It was so real that they felt as though they were inside a recording.

They watched Tan Man unleash the Eight Hot Hells one after another. Amid their astonishment, they saw the Gojo Clan's divine child of the Six Eyes being utterly overwhelmed.

"Is this really just a fight between two brats?" Jiro Awasaka murmured softly to himself.

But soon, the Blue Satoru Gojo unleashed at full power overturned their understanding and filled them with fear.

They had never had the chance to witness Satoru Gojo wield power on that scale.

They searched their hearts and knew that, in his opponent's place, they would have absolutely no chance of resisting him.

Yet in the very next moment, the Hell's Maw Tan Man summoned bit through that same Satoru Gojo's right arm, nearly killing him outright.

From Jiro Awasaka and Ogami's perspective, Limitless had shown no sign of existing at all before the hellish mouth Tan Man had summoned.

Everything they knew had been turned on its head. They could not imagine that the lofty, godlike Six Eyes could be so helpless before Tan Man. For a brief moment, they even forgot they were inside an illusion.

Ogami murmured in disbelief, "Did... did this really happen?"

After showing them how Tan Man had dealt with Satoru Gojo, the remaining time in the illusion was spent making the two endure Tan Man's Cursed Techniques themselves.

Without Limitless to protect them, they endured the Equal Lives, Black Rope, Sanghata Hell, and Raurava Hell that Tan Man unleashed.

It was precisely this "firsthand" experience that let them truly feel the immense pressure of Tan Man's Cursed Techniques.

So much so that they connected the illusions they had just witnessed to the sudden bounty on Tan Man's head, which had shot straight to the highest amount below Satoru Gojo's.

They had heard a little about the Three Great Families' banquet. After all, with so many fighters pulled away, they had been able to operate even more brazenly as Curse Users.

Now, they seemed to have glimpsed what had actually happened at that banquet, and they began to truly believe these illusions were real.

In the end, they reached a terrifying conclusion: that banquet of the Three Great Families might have been held to suppress the demon king born into the Zenin Clan!

As Evil Eye's illusion reached its maximum duration of one minute, the two returned to reality.

Cold sweat had completely soaked their clothes, and both were panting heavily.

It was as though they had truly suffered Tan Man's brutal slaughter. The experience had been far too overwhelming.

While they were under Evil Eye just now, Tan Man could theoretically have walked over, taken the knife at Jiro Awasaka's waist, and dispatched them both cleanly and swiftly.

Because they were Curse Users, Tan Man could actually kill them without any reservations, but he had not immediately done so.

Because, strictly speaking, Tan Man had no intention of being a good person.

How much blood and sin stained Jiro Awasaka's and Ogami's hands had nothing to do with Tan Man.

In fact, the total number of people they had killed throughout their lives, now that they had reached middle age, might not even match the sins Tan Man had committed during this short period.

Instead, Tan Man asked in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Surrender or die. Choose."

Childhood ended.