Chapter 142: Deathly Silence

The surging white tide swallowed everything in its path.

Mahoraga did not dodge.

It raised the sword of extermination and struck head-on, meeting the pure white wave directly.

The moment the weapon touched the tide, it was assimilated.

The sword turned white from the edge inward, its Positive Energy vanishing beneath an overwhelming force that did not burn, cut, crush, or corrode.

It simply changed all things into salt.

Even Mahoraga could not escape.

The tide swept over its body.

Its flesh began to crumble.

Its bones disintegrated.

The wheel above its head turned once, beginning a preliminary adaptation, but it was too late. The process had already taken root. The Shikigami's body continued breaking apart, piece by piece, fragment by fragment.

In only a few seconds, Mahoraga's life came to an end.

Its towering form collapsed into pure white crystals and merged into the tide.

Like dust falling into the sea, it did not stir even a single ripple.

Silence fell.

Deathly silence.

The entire forest seemed to have lost its voice.

Everyone stared at the boundless white ocean that had appeared in the middle of the battlefield. The trees, earth, stones, curses, and Mahoraga itself had all vanished beneath that pale expanse.

No one spoke.

Even breathing became careful.

Fear quietly sprouted in every heart.

Even Satoru Gojo's expression changed for a brief instant.

Then he recovered, his face returning to that familiar easy smile.

"Well," Gojo said, looking down at the scene below, "this is quite a mess."

His tone was light, but his eyes were not.

"Looks like the higher-ups won't be able to sit still again."

Elsewhere, through the image projected by a Cursed Spirit's eye, Kenjaku and the others also fell into an eerie silence.

Someone swallowed.

Jogo's pupil had shrunk violently. After a moment, he snapped out of his shock and turned toward Kenjaku.

"Is there still any point in continuing the plan?"

Kenjaku turned his head and smiled.

"It's fine."

His voice remained calm.

"Yuji Itadori has not gained Asuramaru's full recognition. That intervention was likely done only because Asuramaru wanted to copy Mahoraga."

He looked back toward the projected image.

"However, the plan does need to be accelerated. The original arrangements will have to be modified."

In the image, the figure standing before the white tide looked almost divine.

Kenjaku's curiosity grew stronger.

Between the legendary god Asuramaru and the Cursed Spirit in his plan that would eventually assimilate over a hundred million people throughout the country, which one would prove stronger?

Inside Yuji's body, Sukuna had witnessed everything with his own eyes.

And he was excited.

So excited he could hardly restrain himself.

That power.

If he had not misread it, the ability just now could assimilate all things into salt. Even Mahoraga, the Shikigami that could adapt to every phenomenon, had been reduced to ordinary white crystals in a matter of seconds.

And if nothing unexpected happened, Mahoraga had now been copied into Asuramaru's Domain.

Faced with such a powerful Asuramaru, Sukuna did not shrink back.

Instead, his desire to tame Asuramaru became even stronger.

After all, the one he would have to face was not Asuramaru himself.

It was the previous Sword Master.

Tanjiro Kamado.

At the center of everything, Asuramaru looked at the result he had created and frowned slightly.

"Is the body too weak to unleash the true power...?"

The system prompt sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that Sword Master Yuji Itadori's body is about to collapse.]

[Estimated time remaining: 3...]

[2...]

Asuramaru immediately deactivated the horn.

The pale gold faded from his eyes, replaced once more by crimson. The pitch-black wings on his back shattered, dissolving into nothingness.

Even so, Yuji's body had already reached its limit.

Cracks had split across his skin. Blood covered him from head to toe, soaking through his uniform. Blood seeped from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, making him look wretched beyond recognition.

His body had been pushed too far.

His spirit was no better.

Yuji Itadori had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Asuramaru could only continue pouring Demon Power into him, forcing his injuries to heal.

But the moment the wounds closed, they burst open again.

Heal.

Tear.

Heal again.

After repeating the cycle several times, the body finally stabilized.

Only after confirming that Yuji would not collapse outright did Asuramaru control the spiritual clone to kill the Pox God as well.

The Special Grade Cursed Spirit was cut down.

The exorcism ritual ended.

Only then did Asuramaru withdraw from possession.

The moment his consciousness receded, Yuji's body lost all support.

He fell face-first onto the flawless sea of salt.

Everything was settled.

High in the sky, Gojo saw Yuji fall and vanished from where he stood.

In the next instant, he appeared beside Yuji.

After quickly confirming that Yuji was still alive, Gojo finally relaxed. He grabbed the back of Yuji's school uniform with one hand, lifted him up, and teleported again.

He appeared near Aoi Todo and the others.

The spiritual clone dissipated along with the Pox God.

Gojo casually set Yuji down.

"I'll leave this guy to you for now," Gojo said. "I still have some business to take care of. I'll come back for him later."

With that, he disappeared again.

This time, he arrived beside Megumi Fushiguro.

After confirming that Megumi had left his near-death state, Gojo let out a breath.

Then he teleported away once more.

The Curse Users who had not retreated in time still had to be dealt with.

After Gojo left, Todo immediately leaned toward Yuji, who lay unconscious on the ground.

"Brother," Todo asked with genuine concern, "are you okay?"

Yuji did not answer.

Inside Asuramaru's mind, system notifications rang one after another.

[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from Mahito. Gained 20,000 emotion points!]

[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from Jogo. Gained 15,000 emotion points!]

[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from Hanami. Gained 10,000 emotion points!]

[Ding! Intense negative emotions detected from the Pox God before death. Gained 20,000 emotion points and 10,000 Demon Power.]

[The system will automatically provide thirty percent Demon Power Feedback to the Sword Master!]

After the series of prompts ended, Asuramaru's emotion points had once again reached 70,000.

He looked at the abilities that remained locked.

After a short silence, he spoke.

"System, unlock Fate Sealed and Rinnshin Slash."

[Ding! 35,000 emotion points spent.]

[Fate Sealed unlocked!]

[Men tell lies. The sword speaks the truth. This move can perfectly unleash the power of the Wind Sword and Arcana!]

[Rinnshin Slash unlocked!]

[Arcana unleashes a soul sweep that directly strikes the enemy's soul while granting the user a dual barrier of soul and gale!]

[Ding! All template abilities have been unlocked!]

Hearing that final prompt, Asuramaru's lips curved slightly.

His mood improved.

Being able to fully unlock the template so quickly was largely thanks to the emotion points accumulated in the previous world.

He would need to save more in this world as well.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Jujutsu High, Gojo had already teleported to another location.

Before him stood the bald Curse User dressed like a butcher, gripping a meat cleaver in one hand. Black pigment was smeared around the man's eyes, making his excited expression look even more deranged.

The moment he saw Gojo, he turned around with delight.

"A coat rack!"

He waved the cleaver in his hand and laughed loudly.

"Become my coat rack, Satoru Gojo!"

Behind him, Gakuganji hurriedly shouted a warning.

"Don't kill him!"

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