When humans died, their fear and all their negative emotions became nourishment for cursed spirits.
And this Culling Game was the perfect incubator for cursed spirits. Humans and jujutsu sorcerers alike became countless cursed spirits after death.
Big fish ate little fish, and little fish joined together to become sharks.
That was the current state of the Culling Game. In just one day, excluding those in hiding, the visible human population had plummeted.
Meanwhile, the number of cursed spirits was multiplying at a terrifying rate.
These cursed spirits had even begun fighting among themselves, all just to compete over a single human to devour.
Sobs, screams, and cries for help filled every city. This place had become a portrait of hell.
"Kenjaku, look what you've done."
Naomitsu shook his head, not bothering to say more. Behind him, Toji looked even more indifferent.
They had been traveling for five minutes and were drawing ever closer to Megumi Fushiguro. But Naomitsu had a premonition that Megumi had probably already fallen victim to Sukuna.
A terrifying surge of cursed energy erupted in the distance. One glance was enough for Naomitsu to know it was Sukuna, after consuming the fingers.
Toji could wait no longer. Since they were not far away, he jumped straight off
Nue's back and charged toward the source of the cursed energy eruption.
"Time waits for no one. Just one more year would've been enough."
Naomitsu shook his head and directed Nue to follow close behind Toji. Just then, a fine drizzle began falling from the sky.
"This rain... the timing is a little curious!"
Cold wind howled, but Naomitsu and the others remained steady on Nue's back. They looked down, their gazes narrowing into sharp lines.
A figure stood in a clearing, black from head to toe. As though