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The sky remained cracked.
Not physically—
But spiritually.
After Kashimo's fall.
After Choso's sacrifice.
After Sukuna's casual district-cleaving slash—
The balance of the jujutsu world had collapsed.
The King Moves
For the first time since fully manifesting—
Ryomen Sukuna stopped observing.
And began acting.
He didn't target one sorcerer.
He didn't choose a rival.
He targeted the system.
Jujutsu headquarters.
Barrier networks.
Hidden training grounds.
Ancient vaults storing cursed tools.
One by one—
They vanished.
Not through war.
Not through siege.
Through annihilation.
A single dismantle.
A single cleave.
Entire fortified compounds erased before alarms could finish ringing.
Domains Without Mercy
Some elite sorcerers attempted resistance.
They activated domains simultaneously.
Desperate.
Unified.
A rare moment of cooperation in a fractured society.
But Sukuna didn't slow down.
Malevolent Shrine manifested without warning—
An open domain.
No barrier.
No escape radius.
Buildings dissolved.
Sorcerers shredded mid-incantation.
Even their domains collapsed before stabilizing.
Sukuna didn't need precision.
He only needed presence.
And presence alone was death.
Ancient Reincarnates Fall
The reincarnated sorcerers awakened by Kenjaku attempted to test him.
Some attacked directly.
Some challenged him out of pride.
Some believed they were equals reborn.
They were wrong.
Within hours—
Most of them were gone.
Heian-era techniques erased.
Legendary names forgotten again.
Sukuna did not even remember who he killed.
Only that they bored him.
Kenjaku watched from a distance.
And smiled nervously.
"This… is faster than expected."
He wanted evolution.
Not extinction.
The Collapse of Order
Jujutsu High burned.
Regional barrier networks failed.
Communication between sorcerer factions collapsed.
Cursed spirits surged uncontrollably into cities without regulation.
Without sorcerers to contain them—
Chaos spread like infection.
Civilians witnessed things they were never meant to see.
Governments panicked.
Military intervention proved useless.
The sorcerer world—
Which had secretly governed balance for centuries—
Was nearly erased in a single night.
The Hunter Still Standing
In the ruins of an underground station—
Barely stabilized by Choso's final blood seal—
Toji Fushiguro forced himself upright again.
He could feel it.
The silence.
The absence of cursed signatures.
The reduction of active sorcerers across the country.
Sukuna wasn't fighting individuals anymore.
He was deleting infrastructure.
Toji clenched his fist.
"This isn't a duel…"
It was extermination.
The Message
At sunrise—
Sukuna stood atop the remains of Jujutsu headquarters.
Blood stained the steps.
Smoke rose behind him.
He spoke aloud—
Not to anyone specific.
But loud enough that surviving sorcerers could feel it through lingering cursed resonance.
"You wanted an era of strength."
"I will give you one."
"If you cannot survive—"
"You do not deserve to exist."
He smiled calmly.
And vanished.
A World on the Edge
By the end of the day—
More than half of active sorcerers were dead.
Ancient reincarnates reduced to dust.
Modern institutions erased.
Barriers broken.
Curses roaming freely.
Humanity stood defenseless.
Kenjaku finally frowned.
Even he hadn't predicted this scale of destruction.
If Sukuna continued unchecked—
There would be nothing left to rule.
And in the middle of all this—
One anomaly still breathed.
Toji Fushiguro.
Not a sorcerer.
Not part of the system.
Untouched by its collapse.
The Sorcerer Killer now stood in a world with almost no sorcerers left.
And the King of Curses had nearly erased the entire jujutsu world—
Just to see what would remain.
Only the strongest would survive.
And the final era had officially begun.