Jujutsu Kaisen World.
Fushiguro Megumi and Nobara were staring blankly at the projection, filled with shock.
Megumi at least knew a little; he knew Gojo Satoru was strong, ridiculously strong.
But Nobara, beside him, didn’t know that much.
This kind of power was already completely beyond her imagination.
She was just a newly enrolled freshman; when had she ever seen such power?
Last time she encountered that Special Grade cursed object, she almost lost her life.
Kyoto Jujutsu High.
Principal Yoshinobu Gakuganji stared blankly at the video without saying a word.
At this moment, all the students of Kyoto Jujutsu High were stunned, watching the video in silence.
Kasumi Miwa was the only exception.
She was a die-hard fan of Gojo Satoru, and seeing his heroic figure, she was so happy she was about to jump for joy.
On the other side, at a beach.
Mahito, Suguru Geto, and the others sat on chairs, also in silence.
Jogo’s head was erupting with fire from anger.
“Damn it, Gojo Satoru! You bastard, I’ll definitely kill you one day.”
Mahito laughed.
His face was covered in stitches, looking somewhat eerie.
“Hahaha, Jogo, you’re still dwelling on that? If you recklessly rush at Gojo Satoru now, you really will die.”
Hanami also said, “##, ##@, ##*!”
Hearing them all say this, Jogo turned his head away.
“I can’t swallow this pride. Every time I think of his grinning face, I want to tear it to shreds.”
At this moment, Suguru Geto smiled and said,
“Don’t be in a hurry, Jogo. There will be an opportunity. As long as we win over Ryomen Sukuna, dealing with Gojo Satoru will be simple.”
He also had a stitch across his forehead, and his smile at this moment seemed exceptionally sinister.
In truth, Suguru Geto wasn’t the real Suguru Geto.
After being killed by Gojo Satoru, his body was possessed by Kenjaku, and only the brain in the entire body belonged to him.
At this moment, within the Multiverse Projection Forum across various planes.
The name Gojo Satoru quickly shot up the trending searches, surpassing Might Guy to take the top spot.
People were scrambling to post their opinions.
“Yeah, he definitely wasn’t using his full strength. I can’t even imagine how strong he really is.”
“Big shot, are you still taking students? I want to be your student.”
“Do you need an errand boy? I can run errands.”
“I can warm the bed!”
“Hey, hey, hey, warming the bed is going a bit too far, isn’t it? Damn, your gender is male!?”
Of course, Gojo Satoru also accumulated a large number of fangirls.
“Does such a perfect man really exist!?”
“Ahhh, the idols I followed before are really too weak compared to him. Gojo Satoru is the brightest star in my heart.”
“Brother Gojo Satoru, we will always support you.”
“Protect the best Gojo Satoru in the World.”
Back to the projection.
Just when everyone thought it was over, the footage continued.
Jogo stood there in a daze; at this moment, Jogo had completely lost his dreams.
Suddenly.
Bang!
A large hand pressed down on Jogo’s head.
Gojo Satoru, carrying an equally bewildered Itadori Yuji under his arm, said calmly:
“This is the inner side of ‘Limitless.’ ‘Perception’ and ‘Transmission’ are forced to repeat infinitely for the sake of the act of ‘living’.”
Feeling that large hand on his head, Jogo’s pupils kept shrinking.
His body had no reaction to it; he couldn’t even move.
“It’s ironic, isn’t it? Given everything, yet unable to do anything, only able to die slowly.”
“But I still have things to ask you, so I’ll stop here for now and spare your life.”
Gojo Satoru demonstrated what it meant to say the most arrogant things in the calmest tone.
Then.
He grabbed Jogo’s volcano-like head and pulled hard.
Blood splattered.
On the lake, a black sphere dissipated—that was Jogo’s domain.
Then, Gojo Satoru’s pure white sphere also shattered with a crack.
Clang, clang, clang.
A crisp sound, like a jar falling to the ground, rang out.
A head was tossed onto the ground.
Although his head had been pulled off, due to his nature as a Cursed Spirit, Jogo was still alive.
His single eye was wide open, and his entire head couldn’t stop trembling.
Even now, Jogo still hadn’t snapped out of it.
Suddenly.
Thump.
Gojo Satoru stepped on Jogo’s head and said calmly,
“Alright, speak up. Who sent you?”
He stepped on Jogo’s head as if stepping on a soccer ball, grinding it against the ground.
“You weren’t sent by someone? What benefit is there in killing me? In short, who is working against us?”
Gojo Satoru said softly, “Hey, hurry up and talk.”
Although his voice was soft, the force under his foot grew heavier, directly flattening Jogo.
“Who’s going to tell you! You brat!”
Jogo was still holding out; for the dignity of the New Humans, he could not yield.
“Is it really okay for you to say that?”
Gojo Satoru said indifferently, suddenly applying force.
Jogo’s pupils bulged, covered in bloodshot veins.
“You bastard!!”
“Talk, or I’ll Exorcise you. Though, even if you do talk, I’ll still Exorcise you anyway.”
Gojo Satoru continued to say the most arrogant things in a calm tone.
This unhurried aura, combined with his unfathomable abilities.
For a moment, his figure was etched into everyone’s hearts.
Suddenly.
The screen went black, and Top 9 abruptly ended.
Everyone still hadn’t snapped out of it.