The world was collapsing.
Cities burned.
Cursed spirits roamed freely through abandoned streets.
The sorcerer organizations that once maintained balance were almost completely destroyed.
And at the center of this disaster—
Three names remained.
Sukuna.
Kenjaku.
And the Sorcerer Killer.
But somewhere far away from the ruined cities—
A sealed chamber suddenly cracked.
The Seal Breaks
Inside a hidden underground vault protected by ancient barriers—
A massive cube-shaped prison began vibrating.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
The barrier chains surrounding it snapped one by one.
Then—
The cube opened.
A blinding surge of cursed energy flooded the chamber.
And a calm voice echoed inside the darkness.
"Wow… things got messy while I was gone."
Out of the shadows stepped Satoru Gojo.
The strongest sorcerer had returned.
His white hair shifted slightly as he looked around the destroyed chamber.
His Six Eyes activated automatically.
And instantly—
He felt the damage across the entire country.
Thousands of deaths.
Collapsed barriers.
Domain scars everywhere.
Gojo's smile slowly faded.
The Silence of the World
He stepped outside the vault.
The sky above Tokyo was filled with smoke.
Buildings were destroyed.
Cursed spirits wandered through empty streets.
No sorcerer patrols.
No barrier networks.
Nothing.
For the first time in modern history—
The jujutsu system had completely collapsed.
Gojo whispered quietly.
"What happened here…?"
Then his eyes narrowed.
Because he could feel something else.
Something far worse.
A presence he knew very well.
The King's Presence
Deep in the distance—
Like a dark sun—
The cursed energy of Ryomen Sukuna pulsed across the land.
Gojo exhaled slowly.
"So he's fully manifested…"
That alone explained half the destruction.
But there were other strange signals too.
Massive battle scars.
Remains of destroyed Domains.
Energy signatures of sorcerers who should have been alive—
But were gone.
Gojo walked through the ruined street quietly.
"This wasn't just Sukuna."
Something else had triggered the collapse.
Something systematic.
Something planned.
The Name Appears
Gojo eventually reached a destroyed battlefield.
Burned concrete.
Lightning scars.
Cursed tool fragments scattered everywhere.
He crouched slightly and touched the ground.
His Six Eyes analyzed the energy residue instantly.
Lightning.
Blood manipulation.
Ancient cursed techniques.
And something unusual.
Something without cursed energy at all.
Gojo's eyes widened slightly.
"That can't be…"
He stood up slowly.
One name surfaced in his mind.
Toji Fushiguro.
But that was impossible.
Toji had died years ago.
Gojo himself had witnessed it.
Yet the battlefield clearly showed something else.
Someone with zero cursed energy had fought here.
Recently.
The Hunter Returns
Gojo looked toward the horizon thoughtfully.
"Zenin clan destroyed."
"Ancient sorcerers dead."
"Domain battlefields everywhere."
"And Sukuna running wild."
Then he whispered quietly.
"Toji… what did you do?"
For the first time in years—
The strongest sorcerer felt genuine curiosity.
Because if Toji had somehow returned—
Then the chaos of this era made much more sense.
The Sorcerer Killer hated the jujutsu world.
And the jujutsu world now lay in ruins.
The Investigation Begins
Gojo adjusted his blindfold slightly.
"Alright."
"Let's figure out this mess."
His Six Eyes began scanning the entire city again.
Tracing energy patterns.
Battle directions.
Survivor signals.
Every clue pointed toward one location.
Deep underground.
Where a massive ritual energy was currently rising.
Gojo smiled faintly.
"Found you."
But he didn't know yet—
That at the center of that ritual—
The two men responsible for this entire era were already facing each other.
Toji.
And Kenjaku.
And soon—
All paths would lead to the same battlefield.
Where the strongest sorcerer…
The Sorcerer Killer…
And the King of Curses…
Would finally collide.