Chapter 130: Time for the Harvest!

Chapter 130: Time for the Harvest!

The gate to the other dimension was a seething mass of Cursed Spirits, all eager to return to the real world after centuries of confinement. They yearned for freedom, curses, and blood, but now they seemed to have hit a pause button, frozen in place.

The air itself seemed to solidify.

The terrifying aura that descended from the sky made the Cursed Spirits too afraid to move. The various grotesque and horrifying creatures stood still, creating a scene that was both comical and terrifying.

"Fourteen million, seven hundred and sixty thousand Cursed Spirits. You've been quite industrious, Kishimoto."

"Yuu" examined the Cursed Spirits, as if he were picking vegetables at a market, under his overwhelming presence.

Kishimoto felt his blood run cold at Yuu's tone. The intense fear caused his body to tremble uncontrollably, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"My memory tells me you are Maki's younger brother, Satoru Gojo. But that can't be the whole truth, right?"

Kishimoto forced himself to ask, though his rational mind had already given him the answer. He dared not accept the truth.

If he admitted it, it would mean he had lost, and all his plans would come to nothing.

"Yuu" glanced at him indifferently. "It doesn't matter if you delude yourself. The 'Gate' has already been opened, and you have no value left."

Kishimoto had made a pact with the Cursed Spirits. Even if his body had changed, he was the only one who could release them.

After escaping from the Jigokuzaka, Kishimoto rushed to Shibuya to confront Satoru Gojo. Luk, who was faster, naturally had more time to act.

Using a perception technique that covered all of Tokyo, Luk found his hostile brother-in-law, Yuu, and incapacitated him with a flick of his finger. When Kaito Doto tried to help, Luk took care of him as well.

He then took over Yuu's body and came to the scene to provide support. One reason was to prevent Kishimoto from fleeing or refusing to open the gate, and the other was that the spatial technique was incredibly useful, whether for travel, rescue, or defense.

The spatial technique had not shone in Yuu's hands purely because the boy was inexperienced.

With Luk's stats, an endless supply of Curse Energy, unparalleled control, and a perception technique that allowed him to see everything around him, the spatial technique became a powerful tool.

Kishimoto, who knew Luk had multiple techniques, was not too surprised that he could use the spatial technique while pretending to be Yuu. What he cared about was one thing.

"How did you escape from the Jigokuzaka?"

Kishimoto's voice was dry.

All his plans were based on the assumption that the Jigokuzaka could seal Luk. While there were no better means to deal with Luk, if this assumption was false...

He would have chosen to wait until his enemies grew old before making a move!

Luk raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, if I were just a Sorcerer, I wouldn't have been able to escape the Jigokuzaka."

The Jigokuzaka, which could seal Curse Energy, was inescapable for a Sorcerer, but Luk was more than just a Sorcerer.

Even if the abilities from other worlds needed to be converted into techniques to function properly, Luk's essence remained unchanged. The energy sources—chakra, qi, spiritual pressure, and Curse Energy—were all mixed, and sealing his Curse Energy had little effect on him.

Information asymmetry was key in turning the tide.

Kishimoto had considered every aspect, but he was ultimately misled by the common knowledge of the Sorcerer world. He had investigated Luk thoroughly, set up one trap after another, and pushed his own abilities to the limit.

But as long as Luk had a hidden trump card, Kishimoto, who assumed his enemy was a powerful Sorcerer, would never succeed.

This was why Luk never took him seriously.

"You have a sharp mind, strong initiative, and decisive actions. You treat everyone as pawns and discard them without hesitation. Your abilities are not bad, except for the wrong path you chose."

Luk shook his head with a hint of regret.

Kishimoto sneered, his fear fading as he realized there was no chance of turning the tables.

"What do you mean by the wrong path? Standing with the Cursed Spirits is a wrong path? I'm tired of the human-centric world. What's wrong with wanting to see a new world?"

"Fujimura Luk, Cursed Spirits are born from human malice. If they rule the world, it would be a consequence of human actions. From the Cursed Spirits' perspective, are humans necessarily the righteous ones?"

Luk tapped his chin. "I'm a human. Why should I see things from the perspective of Cursed Spirits?"

Why should he view things from the Cursed Spirits' perspective? Why not from the human perspective? He had long lost interest in such pointless debates after his mid-life crisis.

He needed to work more and stop dwelling on such trivial matters!

Kishimoto was left speechless by Luk's words. After a moment, he said, "You won simply because you are strong. If we were evenly matched, I wouldn't have lost!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Luk nodded casually.

Kishimoto: "..."

The comeback hit him hard.

He would have preferred to be insulted or to engage in a verbal duel. This made him feel like he was being unreasonable.

"Are you done yet?"

Sukuna, the two-faced, four-armed demon, watched the scene with a cold eye. As soon as Luk appeared, the soul of Fushi Teru within him began to struggle, forcing him to expend extra effort to suppress it.

"It seems that killing just one partner and one teacher isn't enough to make Fushi Teru's soul fall into darkness."

His lips curled into the widest, most grotesque smile, his ugly face twisted with malice. With his four hands forming seals and his two mouths chanting incantations simultaneously, a terrifying shrine descended once more. The mountain of corpses and sea of blood reappeared, expanding into a colossal domain with a radius of two hundred meters, enveloping everyone around.

"Eight!"

The cutting technique reached its maximum output, countless slashes surging from all sides of the domain towards Luk. The scarred earth was effortlessly torn apart, new wounds added to old ones.

"I'll kill you and Yuji Itadori!"

The terrifying attack sparked a glimmer of hope in Kento Nanami's heart. After all, he was the King of Curses; perhaps he could win?

"Don't ruin my food."

Luk seemed to shake his head in exasperation. "Actually, after watching it so many times, I learned how to do it too."

He placed his fingers together, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Domain Expansion—Land of Food Battles!"

Infinite light covered everything, and all the slashes vanished.

The terrifying domain of the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, created by the Fushigiboshi technique, dissipated in an instant, replaced by a breathtaking seascape. It was as if reality had become a canvas, with flowers blooming, trees growing, and a vast, endless sea painted into existence. In the distance, the majestic Mount Fuji stood tall.

The only thing that seemed out of place was a golden, opulent palace.

Even after covering a radius of two hundred meters with the Fushigiboshi domain, the "Food as Heaven" technique's domain continued to expand.

Two hundred meters, three hundred meters, four hundred meters...

At this moment, even Sukuna lost his arrogance, his face turning grim as he lowered his hands, which were still forming seals, and watched in silence.

Five hundred meters, six hundred meters, seven hundred meters...

Kento Nanami's mouth opened, and he suddenly laughed, feeling a sense of acceptance. If this was the kind of monster they were dealing with, it was only natural that the Hell Gate couldn't contain it.

What kind of foolish dream had he been having to think he could handle such a monster?

Eight hundred meters, nine hundred meters, one thousand meters...

The domain's expansion slowed down only when it reached one thousand two hundred meters.

"One thousand two hundred meters of domain..."

Luk clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. This was probably the limit without using any restraints, but it wasn't enough for him.

At this moment, he needed some "supplements."

He directed his gaze towards the curse spirits in the otherworldly space beneath the curse array, still motionless. He clasped his hands together.

"Come out!"

As he withdrew the pressure keeping the curse spirits suppressed, they surged out in overwhelming numbers, countless spirits intertwining, their black curse energy almost solidifying.

Fourteen million seven hundred thousand curse spirits—a staggering number that would have been terrifying even in the height of the Heian period's curse energy.

Kento Nanami had spent a thousand years bringing these curse spirits back to the present world, accumulating a thousand years of human evil to its utmost concentration, which then exploded.

Luk clasped his hands together. "Butcher's Art."

Due to the sheer number, he chose the fastest method. The "Food as Heaven" technique within his domain was pushed to its limits, rapidly neutralizing all the curse spirits that emerged.

Then, countless blades appeared in the void, breaking down the curse spirits into their purest, most primitive energy, which was then poured into Luk's body.

The power of a single curse spirit was negligible to Luk, but when combined in such vast numbers, it still provided a significant boost.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, the power of the curse spirits gathered, and the domain, which had stopped expanding, began to grow again, even faster.

One thousand five hundred meters, one thousand eight hundred meters, two thousand one hundred meters...

Among the countless curse spirits, those with various bizarre abilities were destroyed, leading to the rapid perfection of the conversion techniques.

The incomplete "Nine Immortal Techniques," which had only completed the Spirit Summoning and Divine Mechanism techniques, were instantly perfected. The broken Mosaic technique of the Dragon Luk seemed to squeeze out its last bit of potential and was further enhanced.

The unspeakable technique finally had a name that could be uttered without being censored—the "Flower Between Technique."

"Flower Between Technique": Greatly enhances bed skills, doubling the happiness index of women. Allows for a secondary distribution of power through a connection, with the restriction of being in a conscious state and requiring mutual consent.

Three thousand meters, four thousand meters, five thousand meters...

The number of curse spirits that emerged had just reached a million, and the flow showed no signs of slowing. The massive number of curse spirits was finely chopped and used as fuel, poured into Luk's body.

Power continued to surge from his body, seemingly endless!

The next chapter will be a bit later. I love you all.

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