Chapter 105: The Will of the Mother God of Lust and Sin
"Type Blue?"
Mechamaru found it utterly inconceivable. Why had an enemy they clearly defeated reappeared? He thought it might be a hallucination, but the blue marker flashing on his screen was painfully real.
"Impossible. I saw his heart pierced by Hikigaya-senpai's technique myself."
Yet, the screen insisted that the signature of that powerhouse had returned. Was the equipment faulty? No, the technique was cast by Hachiman personally; it couldn't be wrong.
"Shit, Hikigaya-senpai! That guy is back to life!" Mechamaru didn't dare delay and immediately reported the situation to Hachiman and Gojo Satoru.
Hearing this, Gojo directed his Six Eyes toward the site.
"Revived? How is that possible!"
He noticed that the cursed energy which had been extinguished upon the armored bastard's death had reignited within the shirtless blonde man standing there. The monster had literally survived by leaping into someone else's body.
"Hahaha! I am the Eternal! No one can truly kill me—this is the power granted to me by the Mother God!"
Half of Larue's face had already transformed into Casios's, his skin wrinkling and warping into a mass of scars. Casios spoke through Larue's mouth, replacing the man's smooth voice with a high-pitched, rasping squawk. Two souls shared one face—a gruesome sight.
By the time Larue realized what was happening, it was too late. His face was being corroded, and he felt his connection to his own body being severed. Panic set in. He could feel his will being suppressed by a twisted agony that no ordinary human could endure. It felt as if two souls were being forcefully stuffed into his body, tearing his physical form apart.
Because Larue was shirtless, he could see distorted, unfamiliar faces bubbling up beneath his muscles. He even saw his own face manifest on his chest—his original features had been displaced there, frozen in a mask of intense pain.
"Damn it..." Miguel struggled to stand. Watching his closest friend turn into such a monstrosity was unbearable. He was face-to-face with the "Larue-mask" on Larue's chest, whose bulging eyes stared back at him with terrifying intensity.
"Larue!"
Miguel saw Larue's arm bulge with veins as he pointed his hand toward his own chest. Larue knew this process was irreversible. To prevent the monster from fully reviving:
"Tell Suguru... I won't get to see his dream come true."
Larue raised his hand, fingers bunched together like a spear, and prepared to thrust it into his own heart to dig it out.
"You want this body? Think again."
His eyes were savage, but suddenly, his movement froze.
The Casios-half of his face sneered. "Small-minded tricks." Casios's control over the body was far higher than Larue imagined. He had already parasitized Larue's arm, planting the [Whip of Torment] deep within the flesh.
Dozens of black threads erupted from Larue's arm, greedily devouring the bone and muscle from the inside out. These threads then merged into the whip they had seen earlier. The more Larue tried to use his own jujutsu, the faster the corrosion spread. He could no longer speak; his body shook uncontrollably. Larue fell into total despair as his consciousness began to sink into darkness.
Realizing the revival was becoming irreversible, Gojo Satoru raised his hand. Now was the best time to kill Casios before the resurrection was complete. Miguel grew frantic—he still believed his friend could be saved—but before Gojo could charge his energy, a figure blurred past.
The movement was ruthless and efficient.
Black blood sprayed across Miguel's face, staining his white clothes. It happened so fast that Miguel stood stunned. Hachiman had stepped in and completely torn the head—the Casios-face—off Larue's body.
Larue's headless torso remained, heart still beating, muscle and veins twitching at the neck. Hachiman held the bald, bowling-ball-like head in his hand. Since Larue's suicide attempt failed, Hachiman had ended his suffering with a lethal, surgical strike.
His speed was as precise and deadly as the arrow that had pierced Casios earlier.
In Hachiman's long service life, he had encountered many races that were hard to kill—like Orks. If you didn't burn the spores of a dead Ork with high heat, a new "Boy" would grow from the corpse by the next day.
The sneer on Casios's face was frozen, making it look as though he were mocking himself. Just as Hachiman was about to crush the skull with his bare hands, the head spoke.
Despite being decapitated—a fatal wound even for a sorcerer—Casios remained arrogant. "Useless. During my revival phase, I cannot be killed..."
Hachiman simply tightened his grip and crushed the annoying head, ending the monologue. Brain matter scattered, but psychic shielding kept Hachiman's skin and clothes spotless. However, half a mouth remained on the ground, and something even more egregious occurred.
Black threads erupted from Larue's headless neck and spine. They wove upward, reconstructing a complete head. The new head was almost entirely Casios, with only the right eye and a patch of skin remaining as Larue.
"See?" Casios smiled. The enemy was strong, but once his revival was complete, he would receive even greater blessings from the Mother God.
He even began to covet Hachiman's young, powerful body.
As Casios said, until he fully claimed a host, he could regenerate from ashes due to the Mother God's protection.
His title "The Eternal" came from a terrifying curse: anyone who felt even a spark of joy or triumph upon killing him would become his new host.
Every face on his armor belonged to a powerhouse who had "successfully" killed him, only to have him reborn through their own elation.
Furthermore, Casios inherited the physical stats and Innate Techniques of his killers.
He was a living Russian nesting doll of stolen power.
It was impossible for a killer not to feel a rush of adrenaline or satisfaction. Even if they were stoic, a single strike from his whip would amplify their senses and emotions until they were trapped in the curse's "pleasure" loop. Casios stood there backed by the collective strength of hundreds of champions he had subverted.
Before Casios could gloat further, Hachiman grabbed his throat and lifted the massive frame into the air.
"Kill me one last time, and my soul will be fully liberated into this body," Casios taunted, trying to trigger the curse.
"As you wish."
Hachiman wasn't going to play along. He understood that while psychic energy suppressed Cursed Spirits born of human malice, Casios had transcended that.
He had discarded his humanity to become a vessel for the Lord of Pleasure.
To Hachiman, Casios was a perfect test subject for a different kind of power.
Casios continued his trash-talk, trying to force an emotional error. He felt invincible; his strength was already above Special Grade, and a "kill" would only secure his victory.
But Hachiman had a trump card.
"What is this!"
Casios's provocation turned into a scream of genuine pain. Where Hachiman touched him, it felt like being branded by molten lava.
Sizzle...
The sensation was terrifying. Casios called upon all his protections, but it was futile. Black smoke rose from the contact point. Hachiman was using [Faith Energy], a power that was particularly devastating to entities born of profane religion.
Hachiman's hand manifested a small dagger of roaring golden flame. He gripped it in a reverse hold and slammed it directly into Casios's eye socket.
A fountain of black blood erupted, but it wasn't just blood—unknown runes written in crimson light sprayed out of the wound like a punctured pressure vessel. These were the stolen energies of Casios's previous forms, now leaking out uncontrollably.
"Please... stop..." Casios wailed, his arrogance replaced by pathetic pleading. He felt a threat of true death—a finality he hadn't faced in centuries.
Hachiman was prepared to strip the title of "Eternal" from him forever, but suddenly, an unknown Will descended upon the battlefield.
Gojo, Hachiman, and even the mechanical Mechamaru were suddenly surrounded by a strange, intoxicating fragrance. The night sky turned a seductive, ambiguous shade of pink.
Casios, pinned under Hachiman's power, felt tears of joy prick his remaining eye.
"It's the Mother God... the Mother God hasn't abandoned me!"
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