Chapter 28 — Deadly Culling Game
A Black American soldier stared in disbelief at the figure approaching their military base.
The man walked with calm, unshaken steps—his upper body bare, revealing a sculpted physique and powerful posture, like a warrior from a future war.
That man was Zenin Kyūjō.
The soldier's eyes widened, almost popping from his skull.
Gripping his M4 rifle from behind the barricade, he raised it toward Kyūjō and shouted provocatively.
"Hey! We've got a yellow monkey on our doorstep!"
"Freeze! Don't move or I'll shoot!"
But before the words even finished leaving his lips, Kyūjō vanished from sight—his body moving faster than any human could track.
In the blink of an eye, he was already standing among them.
Without hesitation, he disarmed every soldier within reach, wrenching rifles from their hands like toys.
With a twist of his wrist, each M4A1 was crushed, bent, and mangled like brittle twigs. In mere seconds, the pile of weapons became nothing more than warped steel tangled like rope.
Kyūjō dropped them to the ground.
Then, with a precise, effortless slap—he shattered every tooth in the Black soldier's mouth, sending him flying backward like a ragdoll, unconscious before he hit the dirt.
"I'll say this once. Take your toys... and this Black monkey... and get out of my sight."
Leaving those words hanging in the air, Kyūjō kept walking. No one could stop him as he strolled through the gates and into the heart of the base.
But a few of the surviving soldiers behind him reached for their backup pistols and pulled the trigger.
Dozens of bullets screamed through the air, all aimed at his back.
Kyūjō turned around.
With barely a flick of his fingers, he plucked the incoming bullets out of the air—and threw them back.
The next moment, bodies exploded like targets struck by cannons. Limbs flew, torsos twisted, and not a single corpse was left intact.
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Gunfire and chaos echoed across the military base for three full minutes.
Then silence.
After wiping out every last soldier stationed at the base, Zenin Kyūjō stepped onto the air—his body rising skyward—and shot eastward...
Toward Japan.
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At the Same Time — Inside the Shibuya Barrier, Tokyo
Within the barrier isolating Shibuya, a figure stood calmly behind the glass window of a hidden command center.
The man who wore the face of Suguru Geto was no longer who he once was.
This was Kenjaku—a cursed spirit from ages past who now possessed Geto's body.
He observed quietly, eyes locked on the Prison Realm—the object that now held Gojo Satoru in eternal stasis.
Why couldn't they move the Prison Realm after the sealing?
Kenjaku soon understood.
Inside the prison, Gojo was continuously activating Limitless: Blue, generating a gravitational pull that anchored the Prison Realm to the earth itself. It made relocation nearly impossible.
Yes, they had sealed Gojo.
But unlike the original world's events, this version had one crucial anomaly.
Zenin Kyūjō.
In this timeline, humanity's power level had deviated drastically. Many battles had already veered from their canonical outcomes.
Their success in sealing Gojo had relied heavily on the involvement of Kashimo Hajime, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer from 400 years ago, now aligned with their cause—and backed by the long-range artillery of Ishigori Ryu.
The brutal synergy of close-quarters aggression and ranged bombardment had cornered even Gojo.
Even so, Gojo had withstood over twenty minutes of relentless combat under the world's natural restrictions—neither losing nor escaping.
And at the crucial moment...
Kenjaku struck from the shadows, activating Prison Realm to seal Gojo Satoru permanently.
But Gojo already knew.
The body before him was no longer Suguru Geto.
It was a stranger—a parasite wearing his best friend's face.
And yet...
Even with that knowledge, facing such a familiar face...
He hesitated.
That one emotional crack was all it took for his downfall.
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Despite his imprisonment, Gojo wasn't consumed by despair.
Not in this world.
Because Zenin Kyūjō existed.
"My students are incredible," he'd whispered before being sealed.
Out there, Yuta Okkotsu still stood.
And Kyūjō...
Yes, Gojo believed—no matter how sinister their schemes—his students would crush them.
And above all, he believed...
Zenin Kyūjō would come for him.
That belief alone—was what made Gojo Satoru who he was.
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Since the Prison Realm couldn't be moved, Kenjaku abandoned it temporarily. He turned to Kashimo and Ishigori, signaling their exit from the barrier.
Waiting outside was Mahito, the cursed spirit executor of their operations.
Mahito handed over everything—human experiments twisted with Idle Transfiguration, and cursed objects he'd collected along the way.
Kenjaku smiled as he examined the grotesque offerings.
"Well done, Mahito… The King of Curses—Ryomen Sukuna—will rise again soon."
"But..."
"But what?" Mahito tilted his head, arms crossed.
"You won't live to see it."
The instant those words left Kenjaku's mouth, a web of cursed energy ignited in the air.
A seal.
Mahito's eyes widened in horror as he was trapped within a cursed formation.
"Humans… disgusting creatures. No one can be trusted…"
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As Mahito lay bleeding, shattered and helpless, Kenjaku knelt beside him, one hand on his chest.
"Sorry, Mahito. But I need your technique—Idle Transfiguration. It's part of the plan."
And with his fusion technique, Kenjaku absorbed Mahito's soul, taking his abilities as his own.
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Kashimo Hajime scowled. His brows furrowed with growing irritation.
"Kenjaku… this is the last time I help you. If Sukuna doesn't awaken strong enough to satisfy me—I'll kill you."
His words were absolute. Not a threat, but a promise.
Kenjaku only grinned.
"Relax, Kashimo~ I'll deliver. You'll get your ultimate battle with Ryomen Sukuna."
"Truth be told, I didn't plan to involve any of you. But now… things have changed."
"Someone else stands in my way. Someone who's disrupted everything."
"Zenin Kyūjō."
"He's eliminated more of my forces than I care to count. If we want this plan to succeed, I need all your power."
"Oh, and Ryū? Don't worry. I haven't forgotten the promise I made to you either."
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Now that Idle Transfiguration was in his hands, Kenjaku's thousand-year-old plan was finally set in motion.
The Deadly Culling Game—
A nationwide cursed ritual that would rewrite the balance of power itself...
Had officially begun.
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