Uraume said coldly, "How does he compare to the Enma of the past?"
Kenjaku was taken aback.
"Let me be clear." Uraume's voice turned icy, her pupils brewing with absolute tyranny and brutality. She stated indifferently, "Lord Sukuna is the strongest man in the world. Everyone, without exception, should serve Lord Sukuna, even if that someone is god-like. Enma has already been killed by Lord Sukuna. Should another Enma appear, we will simply kill another."
In the original work, within Ryomen Sukuna's innate Domain, there is a massive skull with huge bull horns winding around it: that is the corpse of Enma. The so-called Enma is the traditional symbol of Japanese Hell, a true god.
Sukuna is a true god-slayer!
A thousand years ago, during the era when Sukuna wreaked havoc, his opponents were not only humans but also countless Cursed Spirits and true gods. Sukuna's whims destroyed the order of that time, yet he almost single-handedly slaughtered all who opposed him across the land.
Even an angel, coming before him, would have to bow its head!
Uraume, of course, understood the terror of gods. But compared to so-called gods, Uraume believed even more that Lord Sukuna stood above them. No one could be mentioned in the same breath as Lord Sukuna. Uraume firmly believed this was not arrogance but the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, a truth that should be engraved in the genetic heritage of all intelligent races.
What Mahito or not? He's just a mere Cursed Spirit, at best a candidate for godhood. What right does he have to make Lord Sukuna's revival yield the way?
"Don't make me repeat myself, Kenjaku," Uraume said flatly. "Take me to see the King of Curses. I will personally persuade him. He will be very obedient, I assure you."
Kenjaku licked his lips, looking at Uraume's expressionless face, barely managing to swallow the words, "Mahito's current strength might actually be stronger than Sukuna's."
He feared that if he said it, things would truly become irreconcilable.
For a true fanatic of Ryomen Sukuna like Uraume, she would not accept anyone stronger than Ryomen Sukuna existing in the world, nor would she allow anyone to question Ryomen Sukuna's might. One could even say that Ryomen Sukuna is the god in her heart.
As a believer of this god, dedicating everything to him is the meaning of her existence.
And now, such a fanatic was staring expressionlessly at Kenjaku. What could Kenjaku do?
He sighed inwardly, thinking how troublesome these people were, each more difficult than the last.
"I understand. I will take you to see Mahito."
Uraume nodded. "Good. Let's go now."
"Now?!" Kenjaku's voice rose sharply.
Uraume said impatiently, "How many times must I say it for you to understand? I don't care what this Mahito is, whether he's the King of Curses or a candidate for godhood! I don't care! All I care about is Lord Sukuna. All plans should give way to Lord Sukuna's revival. There is no other greater cause! Since you can't persuade the King of Curses, I will go and speak to him myself!"
You son of a bitch!
Kenjaku took a deep breath, swallowing all the curses.
He put on a smile again and said, "How about we make a Binding Vow?"
Uraume frowned. "What?"
"Mahito is the strongest Cursed Spirit capable of truly reviving the dead. With just one finger, he can read Lord Sukuna's Cursed Energy and immediately resurrect Lord Sukuna," Kenjaku said with a smile. "And I guarantee it will be a resurrection without any side effects, perfect and flawless. It won't even be a reincarnation like yours, but a genuine, true resurrection."
Uraume's pupils contracted in shock.
She understood Kenjaku's implication: if he can even revive others, then self-resurrection must certainly be possible. Mahito is an unkillable Cursed Spirit because no matter how many times he is truly killed, he always returns from the Yellow Springs.
The title of strongest Cursed Spirit might indeed be well-deserved.
Such a Cursed Spirit could not possibly fear death. On the contrary, death might be commonplace for him.
"Is his Cursed Technique special?" Uraume asked.
"He possesses the ability to manipulate Souls, unparalleled in a thousand years, and he has constructed a new body based on this foundation," Kenjaku said meaningfully. "The incarnation body he currently uses is 100% compatible with himself. Consequently, he can also use Reversed Cursed Technique Application... The Reversed Cursed Technique Application of the Soul-manipulation ability—guess what it is?"
Uraume understood that this rhetorical question represented a warning. He was warning her that she was no match for Mahito now. If they truly fought, she would likely be killed by him effortlessly.
She understood this implication; it was tactful advice.
Uraume sneered. "You're still so roundabout, Kenjaku. The Reversed Cursed Technique Application of Soul manipulation... I guess it corresponds to the physical body, meaning he has adaptive evolution abilities? Or a deeper ability to interfere with the physical body? In other words, his current physical performance must be extremely astonishing. I might be killed before I can even use my Cursed Technique?"
Uraume declared with extreme confidence, "You underestimate me, I—"
"It's the creation of Souls," Kenjaku interrupted Uraume.
Uraume was stunned, looking at Kenjaku in disbelief.
Kenjaku nodded gently. "I'm not joking. The Reversed Cursed Technique Application of Soul manipulation is the creation of Souls. This is the 'realm of the gods.'"
Uraume finally sobered up from her arrogance.
Even from Uraume's experience following Ryomen Sukuna, the ability to create Souls was too extraordinary. Not to mention anything else, the Enma that Ryomen Sukuna killed was a true god. Enma is the symbol of Hell, governing life, death, and reincarnation. When Enma was alive, he could even accurately grasp Souls and cast them into the Soul's final resting place.
But even Enma could not create Souls. In fact, Uraume had never heard of anyone who could create Souls. This could overturn her common sense.
Now Uraume truly began to believe she might not be a match for Mahito.
"How does he use this Soul-creation ability?" Uraume asked.
Kenjaku breathed a sigh of relief. Good, he had finally managed to talk down this stubborn woman.
"He can use the recorded Cursed Technique abilities of Souls by creating simulated Souls within his own body," Kenjaku said slowly. "And when he uses them, there is no hesitation. He can also steadily strengthen them through tempering and insight... You should understand what I mean."
"That's a Limitless Cursed Technique..." Uraume exhaled.
"It's not just as simple as the Limitless Cursed Technique," Kenjaku corrected. "The so-called Limitless Cursed Technique ultimately requires sufficient preparation. My Brain Exchange Technique and the previously seen Copy Technique are like that. The more preparation, the better one can use the Limitless Cursed Technique. But Mahito's Limitless Cursed Technique requires no preparation at all. He only needs to lightly touch a Sorcerer's skin to immediately use that Jujutsu Sorcerer's Cursed Technique and perfectly adapt to it."
How terrifying this was—the more powerful the Jujutsu Sorcerer, the better they could understand.
Typically, a Jujutsu Sorcerer has only one Cursed Technique. Precisely because they have only one Cursed Technique, no matter how strong that Sorcerer is, there will always be a flaw. The more excellent the Sorcerer, the better they can find opportunities from this flaw and ultimately defeat their opponent.
But the Limitless Cursed Technique has no such flaw.
Because one possesses endless Cursed Techniques, it is easy to become a flawless powerhouse. The current King of Curses must certainly be like this.
Uraume understood quickly and asked, "His body... did he make it himself using the Construction Technique?"
"Exactly," Kenjaku nodded.
Being able to create a body perfectly compatible with his own Soul indicates he must use the Construction Technique without any hesitation, just like using his own Cursed Technique.
This shows his Limitless Cursed Technique is the real deal.
Uraume fully understood the message Kenjaku wanted to convey. Then, she couldn't just rush in recklessly.
Having thought this far, Uraume immediately pressed, "How many Cursed Techniques has he recorded now?"
Kenjaku said meaningfully, "Many."
"I'm asking you to tell me."
Uraume paused here, then nodded thoughtfully. "You've already made a Binding Vow with him?"
"We are the firmest allies," Kenjaku shrugged. "At least until we overthrow the current Jujutsu World."
Uraume sneered without a trace of sympathy. "It must be because you pulled too many underhanded tricks and angered the King of Curses, right?"
Kenjaku chuckled happily. "It's all for the birth of the great Cursed Spirit. I think Lord Sukuna would also approve of my little tricks."
A flash of white light passed, and a soft sound rang in the air.
Kenjaku moved his eyes to look at the side of his face, where there was a mark of ice.
Uraume extended a finger. She clearly hadn't used any incantations or hand seals, yet frost-like substance appeared from her fingertip. She pointed this frost-covered finger directly at Kenjaku, the cold air from it casually evaporating into the atmosphere, producing white mist.
Uraume glared sharply at Kenjaku like an eagle.
"Watch your tone, Kenjaku. Lord Sukuna only kills anyone who obstructs him in an honorable and upright manner. So-called underhanded tricks are only used by trash like you lurking in the gutters. Do not use your shadowy filth to climb up to Lord Sukuna's sanctity. Next time, it will be aimed at your brain."
Damn it, fanatics are so hard to deal with!
Kenjaku raised his hands in surrender, his smile unchanged.
Now he truly wanted to replicate the revival of the Ancient Sorcerer faction. Damn it, these old fossils were completely out of touch with the times. It would be better to let the ancient memories surface while retaining modern memories and fuse the two!
"I understand. It was all my fault," Kenjaku said with a beaming smile.
Uraume glared at him for a few seconds before finally lowering her hand.
"I understand. I won't trouble Mahito for now. Then, why did you call me out? What kind of Binding Vow do you want to make with me?"
"First, of course, is to collect Lord Sukuna's fingers. I can't move freely because of Mahito, and Mahito currently has no intention of collecting Lord Sukuna's fingers at all. He firmly believes he can face Gojo Satoru alone, and in fact, he's almost achieving it."
"Who is Gojo Satoru?" Uraume frowned again. "Sounds like a powerhouse of this era?"
"He's the strongest of the modern era," Kenjaku said.
"Hmph, another 'strongest'." Uraume snorted coldly. "The title of 'strongest' really isn't worth much in this era."
It's actually very valuable! Both Mahito and Gojo Satoru are incredibly valuable!
Kenjaku thought to himself but dared not say it in front of Uraume.
After all, Ryomen Sukuna is also hailed as the "strongest in history."
Uraume nodded. "I understand. I'll first go collect Lord Sukuna's fingers, then sit back and watch the King of Curses and the strongest of the modern era fight to the death. I'll seize the opportunity to revive Lord Sukuna. How is Lord Sukuna's vessel preparation going? Is it also a Soul reincarnation like mine?"
"In a sense, yes," Kenjaku said cheerfully.
"In a sense... indeed." Uraume frowned deeply. "Kenjaku, if you weren't the key to the plan, I would definitely kill you right now. You really are too dangerous. Back then, I shouldn't have let you meet Lord Sukuna so eagerly the moment I heard about the possibility of granting Lord Sukuna eternal life. I was negligent."
"Don't say that. Look at you, haven't you been perfectly resurrected too?" Kenjaku stretched out a finger, making a small gesture. "The plan just had a little hiccup, and I'm still urgently fixing it, aren't I?"
Uraume stopped listening to Kenjaku's nonsense and asked bluntly, "Then, after the finger collection is complete?"
"I will incite Mahito to become a god." Kenjaku smiled. "At that time, I will find a way to make Mahito voluntarily initiate the Apotheosis Ritual. That very ritual will be the day of Lord Sukuna's resurrection."
"Then, we kill the King of Curses and the strongest of the modern era, right?" Uraume nodded. "I understand."
No, you don't understand.
Kenjaku thought cheerfully: As long as the Culling Game is initiated, my goal will be accomplished. As for Sukuna, Mahito, and Gojo Satoru, who will become the will of the great Cursed Spirit... well, I take no responsibility for that.
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