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'My Cursed Technique burnout is finally coming to an end, and along with it, your final life comes to an end as well, Kenjaku.' A smile appeared on Jogo's face.

He pressed his hands together, and waves of Cursed Energy continuously flowed out from within his body, rushing toward the distance through some special connection.

Meanwhile, Kenjaku was struggling to manipulate his fragile main body, his heart filled with the desire to survive.

No. My main body is too fragile. My vitality is already rapidly fading. If this continues, I will die.

I cannot die yet! I must live! I haven't witnessed the arrival of the golden age of Jujutsu! I haven't created the greatest Cursed Spirit in history! I cannot die!

It was precisely at this moment that Kenjaku suddenly felt the surrounding air become scorching hot. This familiar sensation plunged his heart into panic.

This scorching heat… Damn it, it's Jogo!

Kenjaku's headless corpse suddenly began to emit a scorching temperature. Traces of flame patterns formed, making it look as if it were covered in fire tattoos.

The fire tattoos began to spread across the body's surface, and the skin they touched began to turn into charred coal. In just a few seconds, Kenjaku's headless corpse had turned into a pile of fragments on the ground, steaming with heat.

Immediately afterward, through some mysterious connection, the flame patterns extended to the head that had been severed and sent flying, continuing to burn it.

Kenjaku's main body—that is, the pink, tender brain—did not choose to continue fleeing when he saw this scene. He knew clearly that he absolutely could not escape this time, so he simply stopped struggling. Instead, he began to observe the scene before him, thinking continuously.

Strange. How exactly did these flame patterns manage to lock onto my body and connect it all together?

Even though my body and head have been separated, how did it manage to identify them? I am truly curious.

The head was also quickly burned into a round lump of charred coal. The flame patterns then immediately appeared on Kenjaku's main brain. Feeling that extreme scorching heat, he felt not a shred of fear.

In the final moment before his life ended, Kenjaku was still thinking. Observing the flame patterns appearing on his surface, he finally realized the principle behind this Cursed Technique.

So that's how it is. Treating my body as a whole. Using the principle that the soul is the body. Using my soul as a medium to perform the burning.

No wonder it could accurately burn every part of me even when my body was separated into pieces. So the soul is the medium between the physical parts.

This is a subtle and exquisite operation. How astonishing. Jogo, you truly exceeded my expectations.

I shouldn't have discussed the soul with Mahito back then, I should have come to you instead. Your whimsical ideas leave me in awe, allowing me to continue thinking even as I face death.

Thank you, Jogo.

The mouth on that brain suddenly curved into a crescent shape, as if smiling, and was then completely burned away.

In the final moment before consciousness was completely lost, a last thought flashed through Kenjaku's mind.

Will someone come to inherit my long-cherished wish?

…

"Jogo, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly burst out with Cursed Energy just now?" Mahito poked his head over, looking curious.

At this moment, they had already returned to the fifth underground floor, surrounded by the Sugurus standing in place.

Jogo pushed aside the pile of corpses and fished out Hanami, who was covered in human blood and still remained in a stiff state, hoisting them onto his shoulder.

"Kenjaku is dead. He was injured by Sukuna and I delivered the finishing blow. Now, Sukuna is heading toward us. We need to run away immediately."

Mahito grabbed Choso, who was also in a rigid state, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let's get out of here."

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing Option One. Reward obtained: Sorcerer Killer physique × 50%, 500 Villain Points]

A mysterious power suddenly descended upon Jogo, turning into streams of warmth that flowed through his body.

His golden pupil widened as he felt the power within him rapidly soaring. Explosive physical strength rampaged continuously inside his body, yet it could not break through the restraints of his physical form.

Is this the power of the system? It's truly unimaginable.

He could clearly sense that the physical strength his body currently contained was many times stronger than before. To say nothing else, if the version of him from just moments ago were to punch the version of him from now, the arm of the Jogo from before receiving the reward would be blown apart.

"Gojo is truly tenacious, just like an unkillable cockroach. Even after being sealed inside the Prison Realm, he can still influence reality."

Mahito used all his strength, barely managing to pick up the Prison Realm, whose surface eyes had turned blue, as his arm muscles constantly emitted tearing sounds.

"Let me do it."

Jogo grabbed the Prison Realm, which had fallen back to the ground, with both hands. He took a deep breath and his powerful physical strength erupted. The Prison Realm was thus forcibly hoisted up.

Just at this moment, the system's voice rang out again.

[Ding! Special item 'Prison Realm' (Sealed State) detected. Do you wish to store it in the system space?]

Store it.

Immediately afterward, the Prison Realm turned into a streak of light and merged into Jogo's body, leaving no trace of its presence.

"Holy crap! How did you do that? That's badass! I nearly tore my arm off just lifting it, and you actually absorbed it directly!"

"Indeed, what a marvelous scene. How exactly did you manage to put it away?"

A male voice, different from the trio, suddenly appeared in the scene.

Jogo's pupil contracted and he felt a chill run down his spine.