When Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo burst through the door and finally saw the state Li Shunchen was in, the two boys, both celebrated geniuses who normally held everything beneath them, froze in place at the same time.
The air in the room seemed to have solidified into heavy lead. The spiderweb cracks punched into the wall, the lingering smell of tobacco, and the terrifying surge in Li Shunchen's Cursed Energy following the latest settlement-all these abnormalities that should have immediately put them on alert were utterly ignored by the two standing outside the door.
Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo opened their mouths almost simultaneously, their pupils trembling violently.
They stared fixedly at Li Shunchen on the edge of the bed, unable to find any words they knew that could accurately describe the despair and sorrow radiating from him.
As elite Jujutsu Sorcerers who dealt with curses and death year-round, they had seen people cry and break down before.
But the feeling Li Shunchen gave off now was far too unusual.
It was nothing that ordinary setbacks or the loss of a loved one could explain. That sorrow mingled with extreme self-reproach, deathly stillness, and a desolation that seemed ready to drag the entire world down with it.
Though sorrow was not an emotion that could be blindly compared, the intense negativity spreading from Li Shunchen at that moment made even the two observers outside the door feel a tangible suffocation, almost as though their throats were being crushed.
In their memories, although they had not known Li Shunchen for all that long, their companion had always been like an immovable iceberg, a player who forever held the entire board under his control.
No matter how difficult the mission or how bizarre the situation, he always appeared completely at ease,