[After firmly settling on retaining the standard exterior as the optimal solution, you wasted no more processing power agonizing over it.]
[You turned and left the smoking corner that had briefly served as your thinking spot, returning to the workshop with steady steps.]
[As the cursed energy circuits roared, the pitch-black barrier shell embodying the rules of isolation and sure-hit expanded outward once again.]
[The domain, "Ālaya Consciousness," swallowed the entire enclosed underground space like a colossal beast.]
[You closed your eyes and deftly activated your clone cursed technique and Time Perception Expansion.]
[The tedious, dull, and intensely soul-taxing work of engraving cores silently began once again in this dark sewer, where the measure of time had been stretched infinitely.]
[You immersed yourself completely in micron-scale cursed energy inscription, like an emotionless mechanical pendulum, with no idea how much time had passed in reality.]
[Until a certain moment.]
[A sudden, unusual fluctuation touched the shell of your completely sealed domain.]
[Someone had forcibly entered the boundary region of "Ālaya Consciousness."]
[Your pale hand holding the Engraving Knife did not stop, but an irrepressible flash of cold surprise crossed your abyss-like eyes.]
[In your reckoning, this should never have happened.]
[Even though you had not specifically informed Masamichi Yaga before entering seclusion this time, his experience would have made him perfectly aware of what you were doing down below.]
[As a veteran jujutsu sorcerer, he would never casually allow any outside factor to interfere with your precision work deep within the soul.]
[Even Satoru Gojo, who never knew where to draw the line, would generally not have chosen such a crude way to interrupt your seclusion if he knew you were at a critical stage of mass-producing cursed corpses.]
[A sense that something had slipped beyond your control rapidly spread through