When the rolling dust finally settled, Gojo Satoru got a clear look at the figure before him.
Rather than a human, it looked more like a monster.
Short in stature, with grayish-brown skin—and most bizarre of all, its head.
There was no hair. In its place sat a miniature volcano.
"You may not know me. But I know you very well, Gojo Satoru."
The creature stared at Gojo with a cold glint in its eyes.
With that appearance, combined with the undisguised killing intent, it was obvious.
Even if Gojo were half-asleep, he could tell this being had come to kill him—and that it was an intelligent cursed spirit.
"My name is Jogo. As for why I'm here… naturally, it's to kill you."
The moment it introduced itself, Jogo didn't wait for a reply. Its eyes narrowed, revealing rows of blackened teeth as it launched a sudden sneak attack.
Behind Gojo, a volcano-like opening suddenly appeared in the wall.
Boom!
The instant it formed, boiling magma erupted explosively, crashing down onto Gojo.
The sheer force engulfed everything within dozens of meters.
Jogo glanced at the scene and turned away without hesitation, hands in his pockets as he muttered smugly, "So this is the so-called strongest jujutsu sorcerer? What a joke. Just empty hype."
But just as he walked away calmly—
A lazy voice sounded from behind him.
That single sentence made him freeze. He spun around in shock.
"Oh? Why are you leaving so soon? Want to play a little longer?"
There stood Gojo Satoru.
Completely unharmed, standing within the magma, casually waving at him with a faint smile.
The way he looked—like greeting an old friend he hadn't seen in years.
Jogo's expression twisted in fury. The volcano on his head erupted even more violently.
In the next instant, he burst forward, appearing in front of Gojo as if teleporting.
His palm, burning with scorching magma, slammed directly toward Gojo's head.
Flames erupted violently.
Seeing this, Jogo finally relaxed.
He knew exactly how destructive his magma was. There was no way anyone could survive having their head engulfed in flames.
But reality had other plans.
Before he could even celebrate—
Gojo's voice rang out again.
"Cough, cough… next time, could you not make so much dust? It's hard to breathe. Also, you're polluting the environment."
Not far away, Gojo stood there, lightly coughing as he waved his hand to disperse the smoke.
"How… how is this possible…?"
"Oh, it's simple," Gojo said with a slight smile. "You never actually hit me."
"That's impossible! My hand clearly touched you! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Explaining it won't help you understand. Why don't I show you? Come on—put your hand out."
Gojo slowly raised his hand, gesturing for Jogo to do the same.
Jogo hesitated.
But looking at Gojo's calm and almost sincere expression, he couldn't sense any hidden intent.
Perhaps…
If he tried, he might figure out this strange ability.
After a moment's hesitation, Jogo steadied himself and extended his hand.
As their hands drew closer—
Jogo froze.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
No matter how hard he tried, their hands never truly touched. There was always a gap of one or two centimeters between them.
"See? That's the reason," Gojo said casually. "This is called Infinity."
As he spoke, he gently pushed his hand forward.
"Nothing can touch me. But I…"
"…can touch you."
The moment he finished speaking, Gojo interlocked fingers with Jogo.
Then his other fist drove straight into Jogo's body.
Boom!
Jogo felt as if his abdomen had been struck by a speeding truck. Purple blood mixed with fragments of organs burst from his mouth.
Before he could react, Gojo moved again.
Blinding speed.
A barrage of afterimages struck Jogo's body, followed by a powerful kick to his lower back that sent him flying.
With a thunderous crash, he was slammed deep into the ground, unable to recover for a long time.
At that moment—
Jogo was afraid.
But deep down, he refused to accept it.
He couldn't believe the gap between them was this vast.
His mind surged with violent thoughts.
Even if he had to die—
He would at least tear a piece of flesh from Gojo's body.
He still had one final trump card.
After steadying his breathing, Jogo forced himself to stand again.
But when he looked around—
Gojo was gone.
Had he run away?
Just as confusion set in, a ripple in space appeared behind him.
Jogo turned abruptly.
There stood Gojo Satoru—casually holding a boy in his hand.
The boy's face was filled with confusion.
"Oh? You even brought a burden along? Aren't you afraid of messing up?" Jogo narrowed his eyes, unable to understand Gojo's intention.
"Oh, it's fine," Gojo replied casually. "No problem at all."
Was that something a human should say?
Even the calmest person would be enraged—let alone Jogo, whose temper was already explosive.
Sure enough—
Jogo completely snapped.
The volcano on his head erupted violently, magma shooting dozens of meters into the sky, lighting up the night.
At that moment—
Not only Jogo—
Even the countless viewers watching the video could no longer stay silent.
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