At first, Jogo didn’t take Li Huizhen’s attack seriously.
Countless bullets flew toward him, yet he didn’t even bother dodging.
Why would a disaster-class Cursed Spirit ever fear human weapons?
Throughout his long life, everything humanity created had been nothing more than fragile toys.
Explosives, firearms—it didn’t matter.
None of them could even scratch his skin.
The first bullet struck his forehead and produced nothing more than a spark.
Then came the second.
The third.
And then hundreds upon hundreds of bullets merged into a torrential barrage that hammered into him from head to toe.
Jogo’s expression changed.
Each bullet felt like a red-hot nail smashing into his flesh.
In moments, his rough, volcano-like face was riddled with bullet holes.
Blood ran down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor.
He was forced one step backward.
Then another.
The sheer storm of bullets drove him back several steps.
Jogo looked down at the wounds continuously leaking blood across his body, then raised his head toward the human woman clutching money and laughing almost madly.
He had actually been made to bleed by a human with no Cursed Energy who was using what he assumed to be a Cursed Tool.
It was an unbearable humiliation.
Jogo’s fury erupted completely.
He stopped trying to charge through the attack with his body and raised one hand instead.
Endless flames crashed down toward Li Huizhen.
Wherever the flames passed, entire sections of the corridor walls melted.
Steel twisted and warped with piercing shrieks, while scorching waves of heat swept through the passage and ignited everything capable of burning.
Li’s flesh-and-blood body had no chance of withstanding such heat.
She didn’t even have time to react before her entire body caught fire.
She collapsed like a charred piece of wood.
The handful of Fukuzawa Yukichi bills still clenched in her fingers turned to ash in the heat.
Park Jeong-ho and Chen Guohao didn’t fare much better.
Park had already lost an arm and could barely stand.
The moment the wave of fire reached him, he was blown off his feet and smashed into the wall before going completely still.
The mask on Chen’s face didn’t seem to help either.
The flames scorched his flesh until it split open.
Against a disaster-class Cursed Spirit, the three of them struggled like nothing more than cannon fodder.
Jogo didn’t spare them another glance.
He had only one objective here.
Recover Sukuna’s Finger.
Jogo followed the presence of Ryomen Sukuna’s finger—Then his expression changed drastically.
The finger’s presence had disappeared.
Jogo scanned the corridor and confirmed that his senses hadn’t failed him.
Only moments ago, that Jujutsu Sorcerer had been fleeing right beneath his nose while carrying the finger.
Now its presence had vanished completely.
Just as Jogo was about to explode with rage, the presence suddenly appeared again.
He whipped his head around.
His gaze landed on Itadori Yuji, who was still sleeping soundly.
But Jogo quickly dismissed him.
The presence wasn’t coming from Sukuna’s vessel.
He followed it in another direction.
It was coming from the Jujutsu Sorcerer fleeing while carrying a girl.
A cold gleam flashed through Jogo’s eye.
He immediately chased after Kitano Makoto.
Makoto, meanwhile, felt his scalp go numb.
The instant he stored the Hasaba twins inside his Storage Space, a string of system messages flashed before him.
[You have obtained the World-class Item: Sukuna’s Finger.] [Note: World-class Items cannot be sealed by any means outside this world’s system.
You may only carry it personally.
All living beings in this world can sense its existence and will respond accordingly.
Cursed Spirits and Curse Users will come to stop you.
Prepare for battle.] At the same moment, Sukuna’s Finger appeared directly in Makoto’s palm.
He tried stuffing it back into his Storage Space.
But the instant the finger touched the spatial entrance, some invisible force repelled it.
No matter what Makoto tried, it refused to enter.
Looking at the dried finger radiating such an ominous presence in his hand, Makoto immediately understood the severity of the situation.
At this moment, he’d become the target of every living thing in Shibuya.
‘Isn’t this a little too cruel for a newcomer?’ Terrifying Cursed Energy was rapidly closing in from behind.
Signs of Cursed Spirits approaching were appearing from every direction as well.
Makoto’s mind raced.
Should he gamble on keeping it?
Or should he simply throw away this hot potato?
Then inspiration struck.
Makoto grabbed Sakiko’s wrist and lowered his voice.
“Sakiko, this thing we’re holding is a fake.” Sakiko could also feel the terrifying presence radiating from the finger.
Hearing Makoto’s words, confusion immediately appeared on her face.
‘What is Kitano-kun talking about?’ The finger was physically sitting in his hand.
How could it possibly be fake?
Even so, out of habit, Sakiko chose to believe him.
This time, however, her trust in that statement was only thirty percent.
Almost simultaneously, Makoto received another system notification.
[Ding!
Making Fake Become Real has activated.] [Togawa Sakiko contributed 13.5 Manifestation Points…] [Manifestation result: Sukuna’s Finger has been downgraded from the World-class Item Sukuna’s Finger to the S-rank Item Sukuna’s Finger (Fake).] [It retains most of its Cursed Energy but has lost Ryomen Sukuna’s soul.
Consuming it will directly transform the user into a Negative Energy Lifeform.] [Cursed Spirits will still desire it, but it will no longer compel living beings within a hundred-meter radius to take action.] Makoto’s eyes widened in disbelief.
‘That actually worked?!’ He immediately shoved Sukuna’s Finger (Fake) into his Storage Space.
This time, the finger quietly entered the space and remained there without being expelled.
Jogo’s footsteps abruptly stopped behind them.
Shock appeared across his face.
The presence of Ryomen Sukuna’s finger had suddenly weakened in an instant, then disappeared entirely.
What the hell had just happened?
Jogo possessed intelligence far beyond that of ordinary Cursed Spirits.
He knew his senses hadn’t been wrong.
But he couldn’t be bothered to investigate.
No matter what had happened to the finger, capturing the Jujutsu Sorcerer ahead came first.
He resumed the chase.
The remaining Cursed Spirits had already been frightened away by Makoto’s Grade 2-level Cursed Energy.
The occasional idiot that still charged at him was greeted by a Spatial Slash.
One slash, one kill.
Clean and efficient.
In the blink of an eye, Makoto escaped the subway passage.
Jogo, however, was still right behind him.
By the time Makoto’s feet touched the surface, Jogo had already entered his field of vision.
A Fate Value of 15 appeared above Jogo’s head.
The entire chase had lasted no more than three breaths.
Makoto’s heart tightened.
He knew his own limits.
Against an opponent on Jogo’s level, he had absolutely no chance of winning.
The instant Jogo saw him, he didn’t waste a single word.
He attacked immediately.
Several blazing lines of fire suddenly erupted from beneath Makoto’s feet and shot toward him.
This was Jogo’s ability to freely control flames.
Wherever the fire passed, the ground blackened and cracked.
Even the air itself seemed to ignite.
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