"You've really pissed me off."
Satoru Gojo's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
Jogo instinctively took a step back.
It felt it.
The killing intent radiating from that man was almost physical.
"Don't let him scare you!"
Mahito laughed, the stitches on his face twisting into a hideous grin.
"He doesn't dare open his domain!"
Before he finished, Mahito slammed his hands onto the ground.
"Soul Multiplicity: Repel!"
Hundreds of compressed and distorted transfigured humans roared as they charged at Satoru Gojo like flesh-and-blood tanks.
At the same time.
Jogo didn't hesitate either. He opened his palm, and the volcano in his hand belched thick smoke.
"Ember Insects: Maximum Output!"
Countless purple fire insects mixed with the tide of transfigured humans, pressing down from all directions.
Their targets weren't just Satoru Gojo, but the civilians who were already paralyzed with fear on the ground.
Force him to defend! Force him to save people!
As long as Satoru Gojo's attention was divided, as long as a single crack appeared in his Limitless technique...
They could win!
However, just as the devastating attack was about to submerge the platform, Satoru Gojo slowly raised his right hand.
He crossed his middle and index fingers.
In those azure Six Eyes, a flash of decisiveness and a divinity that transcended humanity flickered.
"Other than that..."
"I can't think of any other way."
Jogo's pupils constricted violently.
He saw that gesture—the one that struck terror into the hearts of all Cursed Spirits.
"Impossible..."
"Is he insane?!"
"Does he not care about the lives of those civilians?!"
Under the horrified gazes of Jogo and Mahito.
Satoru Gojo parted his lips and uttered the words of absolute dominance.
"Domain Expansion."
"Unlimited Void."
!Vwoom
A black barrier expanded instantly from Satoru Gojo.
It engulfed the entire fifth basement floor, along with all the Cursed Spirits, transfigured humans, and thousands of civilians.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
It was the deep space of the universe, a flood of information.
Unlimited Void would forcibly pour infinite information into the opponent's brain.
See everything, feel everything.
Thus they could do nothing but wait for death to arrive in the endless stream of information.
This was meant to be the ultimate killing move.
But veins popped on Gojo's forehead, his Six Eyes working at their absolute limit as he performed a precise operation never before seen in history.
To an ordinary person, this was undoubtedly a lethal poison.
But what if it was only for 0.2 seconds?
This was Gojo's gamble—a miracle that only he, the strongest, could perform.
In the instant the domain opened.
Gojo precisely controlled the duration to exactly 0.2 seconds.
0.2 seconds.
For Special Grade Cursed Spirits, this brief pause might not be fatal, but it was enough to stun them.
And for civilians.
The amount of information forced into their brains in those 0.2 seconds was roughly equivalent to six months' worth.
Though it would cause a massive mental shock that would leave them bedridden for the next two months.
At least they wouldn't die!
Nor would there be permanent side effects!
Flash!
The barrier shattered the moment it opened.
0.2 seconds.
It passed in the blink of an eye, but it was enough.
The entire platform fell into a deathly silence.
Whether it was Jogo, Mahito, Choso, the roaring transfigured humans, or the screaming civilians.
In that moment, everyone stood in a comatose state!
Everyone's brain had crashed due to the overload of information.
This was the opportunity Satoru Gojo had created.
In this hellish landscape, he had forcibly carved out a period of absolute safety.
"Next..."
Satoru Gojo moved.
It was no longer his usual leisurely pace, but a speed that truly transcended human limits.
He had to be fast.
He had to finish before the Special Grade Cursed Spirits woke up.
He had to eliminate all the transfigured humans who would start their slaughter the moment they regained consciousness!
Right now.
Inside the fifth basement platform.
There were approximately 1,000 transfigured humans.
Satoru Gojo deactivated the Limitless technique's protection over himself, channeling all his cursed energy into physical enhancement and speed.
Azure afterimages traced complex geometric patterns across the platform.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Without using any techniques, relying solely on fists and feet reinforced by cursed energy.
Every strike hit a transfigured human's vitals precisely, and every strike accompanied the destruction of a monster.
Blood splattered, limbs flew.
Gojo was like a precise and cold killing machine.
Weaving through the gaps in the crowd, avoiding every unconscious civilian, he methodically harvested the lives of the transfigured humans.
100.
300.
500.
When he reached the 500th, Gojo's movement stuttered for a fraction of a second. A massive fused transfigured human suddenly twitched, showing signs of waking up early.
Gojo's gaze sharpened, and he pierced its core with his bare hand, tearing it in half.
800.
1,000.
In this sealed underground space, a storm of blood and gore blew through.
299 seconds.
Only 299 seconds had passed.
When the head of the last transfigured human was crushed by Satoru Gojo.
On the entire platform, besides the unconscious civilians and the Special Grade Cursed Spirits, not a single monster remained standing.
"Phew... haa..."
Satoru Gojo stopped.
Even for him, with the Six Eyes and Reverse Cursed Technique, such a high-intensity continuous burst left him feeling a long-lost fatigue.
Sweat trickled down his fair face, and his breathing grew ragged.
"It's over..."
Gojo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth—blood from the transfigured humans—and looked toward the still-stunned Jogo and Mahito.
He could feel his brain throbbing as if pierced by needles—the backlash of expanding and releasing a domain in such a short time.
"I really want to kill you right now, but I should check on the survivors first."
One more hit would finish off these two Special Grades.
However, the moment Gojo prepared to step forward, an extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose from the depths of his heart.
It felt like being stared down by a venomous snake.
"Huh?"
Gojo looked down sharply.
At his feet, a small, Rubik's-cube-like box had appeared out of nowhere.
It was covered in eerie talismans, radiating a nauseating and ill-fated aura.
What is this?
It wasn't there a moment ago. When did it appear?
In the instant Gojo was confused, the box suddenly split open.
Like an agape mouth, it revealed a crimson, bloodshot eyeball inside.
"Prison Realm."
A familiar yet strange voice came from the depths of the dark tunnel.
Carrying a hint of a triumphant smile.
"Gate, Open."
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