He would apply endless and sure-hit slashes upon all things within the Domain until the culprit who caused all of this was completely erased. In the aspect of Domains, Sukuna possessed considerable confidence, because he had never lost.
However—
Sukuna quickly noticed something was wrong, because he discovered that even inside his own Domain, everything he saw with his naked eyes remained a stretch of Nihility's white. In other words, this eerie white had fundamentally nothing to do with jujutsu.
He also faintly realized... that some power he could not perceive at all had appeared, and it was forcibly overriding his Domain.
He did not need to think to guess that it was definitely the doing of that woman Acheron.
"Sukuna..."
Kenjaku's weak voice came from beside his ear. Because inside his Domain, the slash [Dismantle] was applied to non-living things and living things without cursed energy, while [Cleave] was applied to living things with cursed energy, from the first second the Domain opened, the room he was in had already been completely destroyed by him until nothing remained.
Of course... Kenjaku beside him also could not escape. On the spot he was chopped into a bloody "lump of flesh" by the endless slashes. Fortunately, with Reverse Cursed Technique he barely preserved his life.
Sukuna dispelled the Domain. Approximately more than ten seconds later, the world in his eyes finally returned to normal as well.
"Hey hey, next time can you observe carefully before using Domain?"
Kenjaku, whose injuries were gradually recovering, had a very dissatisfied tone. After all, this flesh body that possessed Cursed Spirit Manipulation had been very difficult for him to obtain.
"Heh."
Sukuna directly ignored his complaints and instead calmly looked at the white-haired young girl who had arrived in front of him.
"Were you injured just now?"
"No, Lord Sukuna." Uraume shook her head. "…It's just that the anomaly just now—could it be an attack launched against us by Satoru Gojo and the others?"
"Satoru Gojo? Heh..." Ryomen Sukuna gave a playful cold laugh. He raised his head to look at the Celestial Screen high above. The cloud layers above Penacony had been neatly divided by a blood-red gap. That enormous crack was like a deeply engraved scar branded upon the "sweet dream."
"…He is far from being able to achieve that."
——
["..."]
[Aventurine opened his eyes. The world remained only black and white.]
[Boundless seawater surged beneath him. There were no waves, no ripples. Before his eyes was a pitch-black "sun" that silently appeared in the distant beyond.]
["This is… what place?" Aventurine slowly raised his head. "A gigantic black hole, and the sea... I… succeeded..."]
[He dragged his stiff body and slowly moved forward. Along the way, countless voices rang in his ears.]
["…Welcome to this sorrowful world, Kakavasha."]
["Your good luck is ours, and also the most precious wealth of all the Avgin..."]
["—Two days' time. Come out alive and prove that your ability is genuine."]
["Wealth, status, power... the Company will give you everything you want and everything you don't want."]
["And we will reunite under the aurora of the next [Kakava]."]
[While walking halfway, a woman's light voice came from behind: "Regrettably, this is not the place you were expecting."]
[Aventurine turned his head. Upon seeing Acheron he was not surprised: "Nihility… is that so?"]
[Acheron nodded: "Perhaps in your eyes I am an Emanator hiding her identity, but... the Faceless One of Sleep never glances at anyone. He has no appearance, no form, and even less any will to speak of… Nihility equally envelops every person."]
["It is merely that some people walk farther under His shadow and are stained with more of the [Void]… that is all."]
["That is all… friend, you truly leave me not knowing how to respond." Aventurine asked lightly. "So… this is my endpoint, the land after death?"]
["This is only a fleeting dream, one of the myriad manifestations of [IX]… Under the witness of Nihility, we briefly stay here, then walk toward our respective directions."]
[Aventurine shook his head with relief: "It seems my death is already destined."]
["Even if you hope for it to be so, I cannot give a promise. Since the goal has already been achieved, I think you can be a little more honest."]
——
Baki.
Inside the presidential office of the White House, a tall, robust man with dark skin was sitting on the sofa, leisurely enjoying high-grade red wine.
The floor tiles in front of him had already been shattered, making the room he was in appear on the verge of collapse. However, he himself did not care in the slightest, only his facial expression was slightly ferocious.
In the previous three minutes, everything in his field of vision had had its colors "taken away," leaving only a pure white Nihility. He had not reacted in the first moment and had thought the military had dropped a flashbang into the presidential office.
He had thought the American military was unilaterally declaring war on him, so he subconsciously smashed a fist onto the floor of the White House, instantly causing a small-scale earthquake that frightened quite a few administrative staff into fleeing in panic.
Only when the colors before his eyes returned did he belatedly realize that the previous scene had been the doing of that woman called Acheron on the Celestial Screen.
"Hehe. As expected of an Emanator. Not bad..."
If there was more time to spare, he would carefully savor that slash of Acheron's just now. However, right now... he raised his head to glance at the clock on the wall. The time was 10:01:12 in the morning.
The great president of the Beautiful Country, Suganade, was late by a full one minute and twelve seconds for their agreement. This made him rather displeased.
"Hey, where is your president?"
Yujiro looked toward the woman who had come into the room to receive him.
"Ah this... that, the president he..." The woman immediately grew nervous and raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. "Mr. Yujiro, you must have seen it as well... Acheron's slash just now startled the president. He fainted on the spot and still has not woken up..."
"Fainted?"
With a "pa," the wine glass in Yujiro's hand was instantly crushed to pieces. He revealed a fang-baring smile, a heavy growl issuing from his throat.
"As long as he isn't dead yet, make him come see me. Now... immediately!"
——
["What do you mean?"]
[Acheron unhurriedly said: "Your performance in the park was extremely brilliant. Bluffing… a simple yet practical technique that deceived almost everyone. No one would have thought that you went to such great lengths, even going so far as to stake your own life, merely to reconfirm a fact that seemed to have already been denied..."]
["Inside the dreamscape of Penacony, [true death] does not exist."]
[Aventurine smiled faintly: "…What reason do I have for doing this?"]
["Because only in this way can you touch that secret more unspeakable than the serial murders... only then can you use [death within the dream] to go there, to that Promised Land that people are constantly seeking in this grand gathering... the Watchmaker's legacy, the true [Penacony] (the land of exile)."]