[The instant the blade fell, there was no sound in the air.]
[Like a hot knife through butter, the blade followed its momentum and swept diagonally through Jogo's hard body-from his left shoulder to his right waist, cutting him in two.]
[The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Not a single drop of blood had time to spill.]
[That was the Sword of Extermination.]
[Pure positive energy was a lethal poison to cursed spirits born from negative emotions.]
[And this scene unfolded three minutes after you arrived in this wilderness.]
[The moment the information reached you, you set aside your ongoing barrier technique calculations and rose.]
[The information's transmission route had undergone precise filtering. First, the lowest-grade Fly Heads in Suguru Geto's nationwide Cursed Spirit Network detected an anomaly. Driven by instinct, these mindless, low-grade cursed spirits relayed the abnormal cursed energy fluctuations to Great Sage, who oversaw the area; Great Sage then sent the preliminarily analyzed and pinpointed coordinates to your terminal as a top-priority signal.]
[Alone, you sped toward those wilderness coordinates beneath a remote volcano.]
[Jogo, the special grade cursed spirit with a volcano head, was not actually difficult to find.]
[More precisely, when special grade cursed spirits representing humanity's various ultimate fears of nature gathered without restraining themselves, their immense, towering cursed energy shone like a searchlight in the night within your sensory network.]
[You arrived without a sound, concealed yourself atop a high rock, and looked down.]
[Then you were indeed a little surprised.]
[The scene differed enormously from Great Sage's report that "only the volcano-headed cursed spirit was detected." Jogo was not alone in the parched wilderness.]
[Instead, all four special grade cursed spirits had gathered.]
[Mahito, with stitches across his face.]
[Jogo, with a volcano atop his head.]
[Hanami, with branches piercing