The ruined city looked lifeless.
Collapsed towers.
Burned streets.
Cursed spirits wandering freely through empty districts.
The world of sorcerers had nearly disappeared.
And yet—
Someone was watching everything.
The King in the Shadows
High above the broken skyline—
Standing on the edge of a shattered skyscraper—
Was Ryomen Sukuna.
The King of Curses.
Wind blew across the destroyed city as his eyes slowly scanned the horizon.
He wasn't attacking.
He wasn't destroying anything.
For the first time since manifesting—
Sukuna was simply observing.
And smiling.
Watching the Hunter
Far below—
Miles away—
Sukuna could feel a familiar anomaly moving through the underground ritual networks.
A presence that had no cursed energy.
Yet disrupted everything around it.
Sukuna chuckled quietly.
"So you finally reached the brain."
He was talking about Toji Fushiguro.
The only man in this era who could move through cursed barriers unnoticed.
The only man who had survived direct battles against multiple monsters.
Sukuna's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"You're doing exactly what I expected."
The Other Problem
But Toji wasn't the only one Sukuna was observing.
A second powerful presence had just appeared in the world again.
Bright.
Overwhelming.
Almost blinding even to him.
Sukuna turned his head slightly toward Tokyo.
And laughed softly.
"Well… well."
"So the strongest finally woke up."
That presence belonged to Satoru Gojo.
The only modern sorcerer Sukuna considered worthy of attention.
The man who had once stood at the absolute peak of the jujutsu world.
Now he had returned to a world that barely existed anymore.
Sukuna's grin widened.
"This era just got interesting again."
The Perfect Battlefield
Sukuna looked down at the ruined city.
Everything had happened exactly as planned.
The sorcerer organizations destroyed.
The ancient reincarnated fighters eliminated.
The system of balance completely broken.
Now—
Only monsters remained.
Toji.
Gojo.
Kenjaku.
And Sukuna himself.
Four apex predators left on the board.
Sukuna stretched his arms slightly.
"This is the era I wanted."
No politics.
No weak sorcerers hiding behind institutions.
Only survival.
Only strength.
The Hidden Truth
But there was something Sukuna had not revealed to anyone.
Not to Kenjaku.
Not to the reincarnated sorcerers.
Not even to Toji.
His true goal was not just destruction.
It was selection.
Sukuna whispered quietly to himself.
"In the end…"
"…only one will remain."
And that survivor would rule the new era of curses.
The Silent King
The wind howled across the broken skyline.
Sukuna remained perfectly still.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because right now—
Toji was confronting Kenjaku.
And Gojo had begun investigating the chaos.
Soon—
All three paths would collide.
And when they did—
The final war of the jujutsu world would begin.
Sukuna's smile slowly became darker.
"Come find me."
"Both of you."
Because the King of Curses had no intention of ending this era quietly.
He wanted a final battle worthy of legend.
And he was patient enough to wait for the perfect moment.