Sukuna moved swiftly up the wall, barely pausing at all.
In less than a minute, he had climbed halfway up. He glanced down, shuddered at the drop of over seven hundred meters, and quickly looked away.
He continued climbing carefully, and scattered white threads began to appear within his field of vision.
Sukuna perked up and kept climbing.
As he climbed higher, the white threads grew more numerous. Sukuna stared blankly at the translucent strands covering the mountainside... no, covering the wall and hanging from the decorative lampshades.
Why did this... silk...
Look so much like... the kind produced by... some eight-legged... arthropod?
He looked toward one particular spot-the corpse of some unidentifiable creature, its body sucked dry, lay wrapped in layer upon layer of silk.
He silently thought of all the people who had sneaked in before and never returned.
So this really was... spider silk, wasn't it?
Was there a giant spider up ahead?
Sukuna swallowed and carefully avoided the threads. His sixth sense told him that touching the spider silk would definitely get him stuck.
As he reached the final stretch, he looked up and could just make out the building's pointed roof three hundred meters away-
A red-and-black spider as huge as a mountain, dozens of meters long, hung upside down, tucked inside that pointed roof. Countless white threads spread out around it in every direction.
Sukuna could go no farther. Even the protruding lampshade beneath his feet barely had room for two or three people to stand, and glistening, translucent threads surrounded it.
He suppressed his presence completely, hid in the spider's blind spot, and spoke quietly toward the surface beneath his feet.
"Fushiguro, we're good."
Megumi Fushiguro emerged from the shadow beneath his feet.
The instant he appeared, Sukuna enveloped him in cursed energy.