Chapter 135 – The "Evil" Sukuna, and the Start of the Mob Fight
A two-hundred–percent attack, with nothing omitted, detonated across the skyline.
"Hollow Technique: Purple."
Sukuna stood atop a distant skyscraper, utterly at ease.
At this point, his total cursed energy had surpassed every sorcerer in history.
"Lord Sukuna… since no exact time was set, should we go remind them?"
Uraume asked softly.
"No need."
Sukuna smiled faintly.
"I can already feel them.
They've arrived."
He had sensed Gojo—but Ijichi's barrier masked the true danger.
He had no idea…
…that his "welcome gift" was already on its way.
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In the next instant—
A terrifying violet beam split open the heavens.
The pressure alone sent Sukuna's relaxed expression hardening.
He raised his front pair of arms.
Preparing to take the blow head-on.
"No wonder Kenjaku feared you," he muttered.
"You really are impressive."
Battle-lust surged through his eyes.
In this era, there were actually two people capable of igniting his desire to fight.
That realization thrilled him.
An ocean of cursed energy surged between his palms—
He would face Gojo's opening strike with sheer force.
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BOOOOOOOM!!!
At that moment, infinite attraction and repulsion fused—
Creating a force capable of warping space itself.
Everything in its path was ripped apart.
The ground where Sukuna stood fractured and peeled away in shards.
Uraume had already retreated.
This was a battlefield she could not even approach.
Buildings collapsed.
Dust and debris devoured the streets.
What had already been ruins now resembled a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
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As the smoke cleared—
Figures emerged.
Sukuna stood at the center.
Both arms—obliterated.
Bone and flesh fused in a grotesque mess.
He looked ruined.
And yet—
He was smiling.
In seconds, his arms regenerated.
"...So many of you.
You've all come to challenge me?"
For a moment, memories resurfaced—
A thousand years ago.
The day countless sorcerers united against him…
And all fell by his hand.
"Correction."
Zen'in Shinsuke stepped forward.
"You're the one challenging us."
The aura radiating from Sukuna now was far beyond the fifteen-finger version.
At least ten times stronger.
"I was wondering how you got this strong."
Shinsuke narrowed his eyes.
"So you stole Tengen's body… How fitting for the King of Curses—using a woman's corpse."
Even beneath the waves of malignant energy, Shinsuke smelled it.
The lingering essence of Tengen.
"You're right."
Sukuna chuckled.
"And I should thank you.
If you hadn't let me go back then… I wouldn't have obtained such a perfect vessel."
Gender meant nothing.
Tengen was already closer to a curse than a human.
"I now possess Tengen's immortality," Sukuna continued calmly.
"I will continue to evolve."
"She couldn't control it."
"But I can."
Then his smile twisted.
"And here's another piece of news for you…"
"In one month… I assimilated one million non-sorcerers."
"One million people are dead."
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"What…?"
Shinsuke froze.
"One million…?"
For a moment, he thought he misheard.
"Hahahahaha!"
Sukuna laughed wildly.
"What's wrong?"
"Feeling guilty now?"
"If you had killed me earlier, only your nephew would've died!"
"But because of your mercy…
Over a million ordinary people are dead because of you!"
Sukuna hurled the words like poisoned blades—
Seeking despair.
To see that broken expression.
Just like Yuji Itadori had worn.
After killing this many…
How could anyone endure that weight?
Shinsuke stood still—
Stunned.
And Sukuna felt—
Delight.
For a moment, Sukuna almost believed…
That this man was like him.
But in the end—
Just another fragile human.
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"You shouldn't blame yourself."
Yuki Tsukumo spoke softly.
Seeing Shinsuke silent, she thought Sukuna's words had struck home.
A million deaths would shatter anyone.
"If only we had delayed the final battle a little longer…"
Shinsuke muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?"
Yuki widened her eyes.
"Ah—nothing.
I'm fine."
He snapped back and looked at Sukuna with a shrug.
"You're the one who killed them.
Yet you dump it all on me—got that much nerve, huh?"
"But whatever.
If blaming me helps you sleep, go right ahead."
Then, with mock politeness:
"By the way… challenging all of us at once—feels a little unfair to you, don't you think?"
"Want to push the fight back a bit?
I'm a big believer in fair play."
"W–wait, you're joking, right?"
Before Sukuna could respond—
Kashimo had already lost patience.
Lightning exploded across his body.
He became a blur of thunder.
"I don't have time for nonsense!
Sukuna—fight me!"
Shinsuke scratched his head.
"…Welp. There goes that plan."
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"You don't actually care about ordinary people, do you?"
Gojo said offhandedly, casting Shinsuke a sideways glance.
Then—
He entered the fray.
Yuta Okkotsu and Yorozu followed immediately.
Yuta wanted Sukuna dead as quickly as possible.
Yorozu just didn't want anyone else stealing the kill.
Yuki hung back.
She studied Shinsuke carefully, chin in hand.
"…Why are you staring at me?"
he asked.
"Listening to Gojo already?
I've always been a righteous hero, you know."
Then he charged forward as well.
"Sukuna!
If you don't get stronger, you're going to be beaten to death by the lot of us!"
It almost sounded like…
He was giving Sukuna advice.
Pushing him to grow.
Yuki hesitated.
Then shook her head.
Couldn't read him at all.
With no better conclusion, she joined the battle too.
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Six monsters.
On one King.
Even with four arms.
Even stronger than in his prime—
Sukuna was overwhelmed.
For the first time—
He was forced into defense.
"…Tch."
This was ridiculous.
Six against one.
No shame at all.
"Do you people have no honor?"
Sukuna roared internally.