Ijichi restarted the car, obediently heading five kilometers away.
Technique Release, Limitless.
No, to be precise, this wasn't a conventional release. Generally, Cursed Techniques are a burden for Jujutsu Sorcerers. No Jujutsu Sorcerer can continuously release a Cursed Technique 24/7. Even Kinji Hakari, who possesses infinite Cursed Energy, cannot do it; he also needs rest.
But Gojo Satoru is different.
Because of his Six Eyes, his Cursed Energy efficiency is extremely high. His Limitless can be continuously released without interruption. He can even activate it while sleeping, which means he is constantly practicing the Cursed Technique.
He doesn't "release" his Cursed Technique; he simply "uses" it. Just like now.
Gojo Satoru neither formed a hand seal nor recited an incantation. He merely tapped his toe, and Limitless automatically operated according to Gojo Satoru's will, as effortlessly as using his hands and feet.
Then, he traversed a distance of over three hundred meters in an instant.
He lifted his foot on the mountain road in front of the car, then landed in the middle of the flower field.
Jogo was startled and took a step back. "H-how is this possible? Is this spatial transfer? No, the feeling is different!"
A mere three hundred meters is nothing to anyone present except Utahime Iori, but even such a short distance requires time to cross. No matter how fast one is, there will always be a difference in arrival time.
But Gojo Satoru arrived from three hundred meters away with no time in between; he merely lifted and lowered his foot, appearing from three hundred meters away to this spot, faster than teleportation itself! Teleportation still requires positioning and Technique Release, but Gojo Satoru doesn't need any of that.
"It's spatial control," Gojo Satoru smiled. "I thought if you dared to face me, you would have at least thoroughly understood the information on my Limitless."
Jogo glared at Gojo Satoru with his single eye, letting out an indignant whimper.
Jogo, of course, knew about Limitless. The so-called Limitless is the actualization of the possibility of infinitely shrinking space. As long as it is within Gojo Satoru's Cursed Energy perception range, all space can be directly traversed, or concentrated to a single point and distorted.
The most direct effect is what was seen just now: Gojo Satoru shrank and distorted the three-hundred-meter spatial distance to zero, and thus, in his perception, he only took one step, and that step landed him in the flower field.
At the same time, he can infinitely extend this distance, preventing any attack from reaching his skin.
As long as Limitless can be continuously maintained, Gojo Satoru is, in a true sense, invincible. In the original work, there were only three ways to attack Gojo Satoru:
First: The sure-hit effect of Domain Expansion, which even Limitless cannot immunize against.
Second: Using a Cursed Tool that can nullify Cursed Techniques. Toji Fushiguro once held such a Cursed Tool and broke through Gojo Satoru's Limitless, almost killing him.
Third: Simple Domain, which can neutralize any Cursed Technique, even Limitless, but at the cost of being unable to use one's Innate Technique. In the original work, Jogo and Hanami confronted Gojo Satoru among the crowd, forcibly dragging him into a pure Cursed Energy battle. In the final battle, Ryomen Sukuna also used this move against Gojo Satoru.
Only the above three methods can break his Limitless. But even if it's broken, it's the same principle as Jogo and Hanami engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Gojo Satoru in the crowd in the original work; without Limitless, Gojo Satoru is still invincible in the world.
The strongest of the modern era stood before Mahito!
Mahito actively stepped forward.
He looked at this legendary strongest man in the world. Gojo Satoru stood with a straight back, his nearly two-meter height making him appear taller than anyone else. He wore the Jujutsu High staff uniform, almost entirely covered in black, appearing like a straight black pine from a distance.
He had short white hair, and his eyes were covered by a black blindfold that even covered his forehead. He styled his hair upward, like an upright broom. He possessed a handsome face, but the constant mocking smile on it ruined this feature.
Mahito extended a hand, as if welcoming a friend from afar.
"Welcome, welcome, Gojo Satoru. I've long heard of you, the strongest man in the world, the strongest of the modern era, Gojo Satoru."
Gojo Satoru said smugly, "Hehe, it seems I'm quite a big deal."
"Although I know it's impossible, please allow me to ask a question here." Mahito said solemnly, "Gojo Satoru, we don't necessarily have to be enemies. On the contrary, the ideal world I envision includes you. If you are willing, I can grant you eternal life and immortality; this is absolutely not false."
Gojo Satoru was not at all surprised by Mahito's words.
He knew Mahito's detailed personality profile from Kinji Hakari, and also integrated his ideals and values from Tengen. One could even say that the Lord of Curses' actions, from the perspective of the modern Jujutsu world, would be considered those of a benevolent monarch.
If uninformed people were to choose between the modern Chief Executive of Jujutsu or the Lord of Curses, surely ten out of ten would choose the Lord of Curses.
In fact, even among those who were informed, didn't Kinji Hakari choose the Lord of Curses?
Even more exaggerated, Yuki Tsukumo, who was determined to eradicate Cursed Spirits, after fighting the Lord of Curses once, judged through pure rationality and academic reasoning that this world being handed over to the Lord of Curses would definitely not be a bad thing. On the contrary, perhaps this world could live better under his leadership.
In some ways, the Lord of Curses and his own ideals are very similar; there should naturally be a possibility for communication and cooperation between them.
But there's one problem here.
"Me," Gojo Satoru said slowly, "I am the type who cannot tolerate the possibility of the human race being conquered by other races."
Mahito looked directly into Gojo Satoru's eyes. Those eyes, covered by the blindfold, seemed to exude tremendous pressure. Gojo Satoru did not evade this immense pressure; he met Mahito's gaze head-on.
After about two or three seconds of silence, Mahito nodded gently. "Hmm, I thought so too."
Mahito waved his hand. "Jogo, you can release Utahime."
Gojo Satoru whistled, laughing. "As expected of the Lord of Curses who inherited ancient notions of honor; he's really easy to talk to. I thought I'd have to figure out a way to snatch her back after refusing you. This makes things much easier for me."
Jogo raised his hand, and in an instant, a wave of heat burned away Utahime Iori's bindings. Utahime immediately stood up, tearing off the seal on her mouth, and without thinking immediately shouted:
"Be careful! Fu—"
"Domain Expansion—"
Jogo formed a hand seal and slowly said in one breath:
"—Coffin of the Iron Mountain."
In an instant, a vast world of intense heat infinitely expanded from Jogo's feet. Utahime Iori still wanted to scream, but before her voice could fully escape, the fiery world had already enveloped Mahito and Gojo Satoru.
Red magma flowed beneath Gojo Satoru's feet. The entire world was enveloped by erupting volcanic walls, and immense heat ceaselessly ascended. Jogo maintained his hand seal, unmoving, as an unearthly high temperature emanated divine might.
Jogo's Domain Expansion had no flashy techniques; its effect was simply pure high temperature and flame amplification! What he released was pure numerical power; for him, there was nothing that couldn't be burned. In this world, no substance could withstand the immense heat; even steel would melt into molten metal and then be completely evaporated by the excessively high melting point.
The purer the Domain Expansion, the more it amplifies the caster's Cursed Technique. This was Jogo's strongest hidden trump card, Coffin of the Iron Mountain!
As its name suggests, its Domain is the interior of a super-high-temperature furnace mountain that surrounds and isolates. Any creature that falls into it will become sustenance for the magma.
"Gojo Satoru, facing you, I dare not show any concealment or slack." Mahito said solemnly. "I will display everything I have right from the start."
Gojo Satoru slowly raised his hand and removed his blindfold. His upright broom-like hair fell, and his long bangs almost covered his eyes. The sealed face was finally fully exposed—it was a handsome face that could make any woman with normal aesthetics scream, especially those eyes, like an infinitely stretching sky, emitting a faint blue light.
He casually tossed the blindfold away. In mid-air, the blindfold, having lost the protection of Cursed Energy reinforcement, began to self-ignite, burning to ashes in an instant and disappearing with the heat wave.
Gojo Satoru used his hand to push up the bangs covering his forehead, revealing those faintly glowing Six Eyes, and displayed a wide smile.
"I'm looking forward to it," he said.
Mahito's hand landed on Jogo's shoulder, who was maintaining the posture for Coffin of the Iron Mountain. Gojo Satoru's pupils, still smiling, involuntarily contracted in shock.
Jogo's body gradually melted like flowing water, and then this liquid flowed onto Mahito's body. Jogo's melting color was red, and when this shade of red completely covered Mahito, a tremendous amount of heat was suddenly released at once, and all the thermal energy within Coffin of the Iron Mountain began to rise as if exulting.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation? No, this feeling isn't Cursed Spirit Manipulation." Gojo Satoru murmured. "The Cursed Spirit's Soul and the Lord of Curses' Soul are intertwined, without gaps or intervals. It's almost like..."
A new life with unified Souls.
A heatwave erupted, and the new Mahito emerged from the heatwave.
At this moment, he had shed his kimono and hakama. He wore a full set of crimson tōsei-gusoku armor, with sun-like patterns extending from the edges of the armor to its center. A single eye appeared on the chest of the armor—it was Jogo's eye.
A metal face mask covered Mahito's face, adorned with black shark-tooth patterns. Above the face mask were two volcano-like decorations resembling cat ears, and a pair of crimson eyes bloomed from within the face mask.
Mahito twitched his shoulders, and a golden-red haori slowly formed over the tōsei-gusoku armor, eventually becoming the outer garment of the armor.
Due to the Fusion, Mahito's body grew like a giant. By the time he truly stood firm, his height had exceeded three meters. However, this height did not appear slender; as his body size increased, so did his width, ultimately presenting a physique resembling a rockery.
He extended a hand, and a straight-bladed greatsword was grasped in it. He carried this straight-bladed greatsword across his shoulder as if shouldering a long spear. The overly long blade reflected a crimson light, the radiance of Coffin of the Iron Mountain.
Mahito looked up, the crimson glow in his eyes gradually extinguishing, replaced by a heterochromia of gold and blue. These heterochromatic eyes emitted an astonishing light, flickering with an unusual glow under the red flames.
"Long time no see, Gojo Satoru." Mahito's voice was no longer his original voice, but a low, double-layered sound, as if two people were speaking in unison. "The Cursed Spirits manipulated by a Cursed Spirit Manipulation user are considered an extension of the user's own power. And now that I'm wearing this 'Jogo Contemporary Armor,' you wouldn't be displeased, would you?"
Gojo Satoru licked his lips. "What is this? A Kamen Rider transformation?"
Mahito's voice vibrated with a double tone:
"Humanity's Curse upon Humanity / Humanity's Curse upon the Earth."
"Mahito / Jogo."
"Soul Fusion Knight, Earth Vein Roar: Blazing Soil Calamity."
"Please, Gojo Satoru, behold!"
Gojo Satoru looked at Mahito before him and exclaimed excitedly, "Excellent! What an honor to be able to fight a true Kamen Rider!"
He spread his arms wide, as if embracing the world. He felt his body slightly heating up, indicating that it was warming up due to an unusual sense of threat. He was already in a hot furnace, but his heart was even hotter than the furnace.
He let out a battle cry:
"Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School. Special Grade Sorcerer, Gojo Satoru. Please enlighten me!"
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