Julian stood frozen in the white void, his palms outstretched as a vast, heavy sea of cursed energy expanded within his center.
“What in the world…”
The power surged through his limbs like a roaring furnace, settling into his neural pathways with smooth, effortless precision.
The log in front of him wasn’t just generous—it was staggering.
Not only had his baseline capacity jumped into the stratosphere, but he had unlocked an innate technique alongside the holy grail of sorcery: Reverse Cursed Technique.
He stared at the floating window, scratching his head in genuine confusion.
“Wait…
didn’t the System say I had to defeat an ancient sorcerer to claim their technique?
I didn’t beat anybody!”
Before the thought could settle, the synthetic voice echoed through his mind.
“Requirement verified.
The Host’s physical frame successfully defeated Special Grade ancient sorcerer Hajime Kashimo.
Based on the target’s lightning-attribute cursed energy, the Host has been awarded the Innate Technique: Immortal Mad Thunder.”
Julian blinked once.
Then twice.
“I beat Kashimo?”
Then it clicked.
He hadn’t beaten Kashimo.
Sukuna had.
When Sukuna forced the finger down Julian’s throat and took control of his physical body, the System had still recognized the frame as belonging to Julian.
Any combat executed by Sukuna while piloting Julian’s vessel was registered as Julian’s personal performance.
Kashimo had fought Sukuna to the death and lost.
And because Sukuna was wearing Julian’s flesh during the fight, the System logged the kill under Julian’s account.
A slow, crazy grin spread across Julian’s face.
Is the System actually registering Sukuna’s kills as my own stats?!
It was a complete loophole.
A glitch in the system’s tracking logic.
Julian kept his mouth shut, deciding against asking any further clarifying questions.
If he pointed out the logical error, the System might re-evaluate the run and strip the rewards away.
Whether it was a bug or a feature, the power was already bound to his soul. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Right!
Of course!” Julian let out a sudden, loud laugh, clapping his hands together.
“I totally forgot!
Man, beating Kashimo was so easy it completely slipped my mind.
Thanks for the reminder, System!”
The pieces fit together perfectly.
Sukuna possessed legendary energy reserves, absolute refinement, and an overwhelming physical frame.
When the System evaluated Julian’s survival loop, it took Sukuna’s combat data, mirrored it back onto Julian’s base template, and packaged the output as a permanent clearance reward.
That included Sukuna’s mastery over Reverse Cursed Technique.
Reverse Cursed Technique was the pinnacle of energy manipulation—taking the negative charge of cursed energy, multiplying it against itself to generate positive energy, and using that positive charge to regenerate flesh.
It could regrow severed limbs in seconds, serving as the ultimate survival mechanism in the world of jujutsu.
Julian brought up his updated status panel, his eyes lighting up as he read the new lines.
[ Name: Julian Iglesias ]
[ Rank: Special Grade ]
[ Cursed Energy: Special Grade Baseline ]
[ Innate Technique: Immortal Mad Thunder ]
[ Special Skill: Reverse Cursed Technique ]
[ Evaluation: Cursed energy capacity and operational technique have reached the peak of Special Grade.
Possesses sufficient output to engage Ryomen Sukuna in direct combat under optimal conditions.
]
Julian threw his head back, letting out a long, booming laugh.
“Now this is a status panel!”
He immediately focused his mind, diving into the operational information tied to his new technique: Immortal Mad Thunder.
Because the ability was derived from Kashimo’s lightning-attribute energy, it shared the exact same fundamental principles.
Julian’s cursed energy now carried an innate electrical charge.
When deployed, the lightning reinforced his physical frame, drastically amplifying his movement speed, reaction time, and defensive density.
Once enough electrical marks accumulated on an opponent, the ambient lightning would automatically home in on the target, triggering a localized electrical detonation that tore through defensive barriers.
At the same time, the feedback loop from the lightning strikes would siphon small traces of the target’s cursed energy back into Julian’s core, automatically triggering Reverse Cursed Technique to patch any superficial wounds he sustained in combat.
Furthermore, the technique allowed him to resonate with natural weather patterns.
Standing beneath a storm cloud, he could draw down natural lightning from the sky, raining thunder across the battlefield.
Because his own body was immune to electrical damage, descending lightning didn’t harm him—it recharged his energy pool and wrapped his frame in a dense, reactive plasma shield.
Finally, the technique possessed an ultimate form.
By channeling the full volume of his cursed energy through his neural network, Julian could forcibly reconstruct his flesh into a massive, storm-borne giant.
In this state, every attack unleashed wide-area lightning damage, pushing his physical output beyond human limits.
The drawback was severe: once the transformation expired, the physical body would break down entirely at the cellular level, leading to instant death.
Except Julian had Reverse Cursed Technique.
As long as his brain and central nervous system remained intact when the form collapsed, he could use positive energy to reconstruct his organs before terminal shutdown occurred.
Julian finished reading the technique breakdown, his jaw dropping slightly.
“Wait…
Immortal Mad Thunder?
A storm giant that heals itself?”
The skill set felt eerily familiar.
He ran the mechanics through his head once more—the electrical passive, the charged mark, the chain lightning, the storm calling, and the giant transformation.
This is literally Volibear’s kit from League of Legends!
The System hadn’t even bothered changing the mechanics.
It had simply taken the storm-god concept and adapted it directly into the JJK power structure.
Julian shook his head, a smirk touching his lips despite the obvious plagiarism.
“Not that I’m complaining.
A lightning kit with self-sustain is ridiculous.”
He clenched his right fist, feeling the blue lightning crackling tightly across his knuckles.
The wild, erratic current hummed against his skin, perfectly responsive to his will.
“Alright, Sukuna,” Julian murmured, his eyes locking onto the blank wall of the void.
“Let’s see how you handle a storm.”