Chapter 138 (Patreon)

“Bastard! Are you playing with me?!”

Flames erupted from Jogo’s hands as the volcano atop his head released a violent burst of scorching steam.

High above the ruined streets, Ragnar Kagenou sat leisurely upon Vimana. A Holy Grail filled with red wine rested in one hand as he observed Jogo’s desperate struggle with mild interest.

“Is that really all you have?”

Ragnar reached into the Gate of Babylon and drew Frostmourne.

The moment the blade appeared, a raging blizzard swept across the battlefield.

“Tch! This isn’t over yet!”

Jogo thrust both hands toward Ragnar.

Countless streams of fire converged before erupting into blazing rays that tore through the sky.

Boom!

A chain of explosions thundered across Shibuya.

Scorching flames swallowed Ragnar and Vimana in an instant, while the surrounding skyscrapers softened and melted beneath the unbearable heat.

“Die!”

“ROAR—!”

A piercing dragon’s cry erupted from within the sea of flames.

An overwhelming storm of frost burst outward, extinguishing the fire as the temperature across the entire area plummeted.

Jogo’s eye widened.

“What the hell is that?!”

A colossal Frost Wyrm emerged behind Ragnar.

Its enormous wings spread across the sky, casting a shadow over the ruined city below.

Ragnar raised Frostmourne slightly.

“Sindragosa. Devour your enemy.”

The Frost Wyrm released another thunderous roar before fixing its glowing blue eyes upon Jogo.

“The cold winds of Northrend shall consume your soul!”

“A dragon...?”

Jogo stared at the creature in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me?!”

During the time he had spent observing human society, Jogo had encountered countless legends and records concerning dragons. However, they had always been treated as nothing more than mythical creatures born from human imagination.

Yet one of those legendary beasts now stood directly before him.

Whether he believed it or not no longer mattered.

He had no choice but to fight.

Boom!

Jogo unleashed another blast of concentrated fire.

The scorching flames pierced through several buildings before racing toward the Frost Wyrm.

However, the creature did not retreat.

“Useless?!”

“ROAR!”

Blue magical energy gathered inside the Frost Wyrm’s open jaws.

Frost Breath!

A torrent of freezing energy erupted from its mouth.

“This is bad!”

Before the attack even reached him, Jogo felt the terrible cold surrounding his body.

The streets, buildings, and debris around him were frozen almost instantly.

He had to dodge.

Clatter!

Jogo narrowly escaped the Frost Breath, but half of his body was still encased in thick ice.

“You managed to avoid it?”

Ragnar watched him from Vimana.

“At least you’re good at running away.”

Jogo shattered the frozen half of his body and immediately restored the damage using cursed energy.

“Damn you—ugh!”

Before he could finish speaking, Sindragosa’s massive tail swept across the battlefield.

Bang!

Jogo was struck with overwhelming force and sent hurtling through the city.

His body tore through dozens of high-rise buildings before finally crashing into the ground, carving a massive trench through the streets.

“The difference in physical strength is far too great...”

Jogo struggled to rise.

Had he not been a cursed spirit capable of restoring his body with cursed energy, that single blow would have reduced him to little more than a mangled mass of flesh.

“Aaaaaah!”

Jogo abandoned all restraint.

He no longer had the luxury of considering what might happen afterward.

The only thing that mattered was defeating the enemy standing before him.

Scorching magma erupted from beneath the streets.

“ROAR!”

Frost Aura!

Freezing energy surged from Sindragosa’s body.

The magma and frost collided.

In an instant, dense white steam engulfed several nearby streets, obscuring everything from sight.

“I won’t lose!”

Jogo forced more cursed energy into the erupting magma.

“I’m carrying Hanami and Dagon’s will with me!”

Hearing those words, Ragnar’s interest only deepened.

“That’s right.”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now show me how far you’re willing to go.”

“Ooooooh!”

Jogo manipulated the surrounding magma, shaping it into two enormous hands.

The molten arms reached into the sky and seized Sindragosa.

“Get down here!”

Cleave!

Swish!

In a single instant, both magma arms were severed.

The slash continued beyond them, cutting through the surrounding skyscrapers and causing the damaged structures to collapse.

Jogo used bursts of flame as propulsion and launched himself into the air.

He circled Sindragosa at high speed while unleashing a continuous bombardment of concentrated fire.

Grasp of Frost!

“What?!”

Frost gathered around Jogo’s body while he was still attacking.

An irresistible force seized him and dragged him out of the sky.

Sindragosa’s voice thundered across the battlefield.

“Remain on the ground, cursed spirit! The skies belong to dragons!”

Boom!

Jogo crashed into the earth.

The impact shattered the streets beneath him, releasing a shockwave mixed with razor-sharp frost.

Fierce Cold Stream!

“I’m going to be frozen!”

Magma erupted across Jogo’s body as he desperately tried to resist the cold.

However, even the molten rock surrounding him began to harden beneath the overwhelming freezing energy.

“Impossible!”

Jogo’s eye widened in horror.

“It can even freeze magma?!”

Crack!

Everything within a hundred-meter radius of Jogo was frozen solid.

The streets, buildings, magma, and even the air itself seemed to have been transformed into a world of ice.

“Is it over?”

Ragnar looked down at the frozen figure of Jogo.

Sindragosa glanced at the cursed spirit trapped within the ice.

Believing the battle had ended, the Frost Wyrm turned and prepared to return to Ragnar’s side.

Boom!

The ice surrounding Jogo suddenly began to melt.

Scorching flames erupted through the spreading cracks.

“What?”

Sindragosa turned back.

Jogo stepped out from the endless flames, his body burning with cursed energy.

“This isn’t over yet!”

Jogo raised both hands.

The surrounding flames and magma surged into the sky, gathering above Shibuya.

A moment later, an enormous sphere of fire and molten rock hovered over the city.

It was so vast that it seemed like a second sun had appeared above the battlefield.

“Maximum: Meteor!”

Sindragosa’s blue, vertical pupils locked onto Jogo.

Cursed Frenzy!

Thump!

Thump!

Jogo suddenly felt his heart lurch inside his chest.

“What...?”

An unnatural sense of dread spread through his body.

“What’s happening?”

Rumble!

The colossal meteor descended.

It crashed directly into Sindragosa, engulfing the surrounding streets and buildings in a sea of flames.

The entire district shook beneath the impact.

“Is it dead...?”

Jogo staggered.

“Pfft!”

Blood suddenly burst from his mouth.

His body lost its strength, forcing him down onto one knee.

“Why...?”

It felt as though his own Maximum Technique had inflicted a violent backlash upon him.

Then Jogo remembered the moment Sindragosa had stared into his eye.

That gaze...

Had the Frost Wyrm activated some kind of curse at that moment?

A massive shadow appeared within the flames.

“ROAR!”

A deafening dragon’s cry echoed across Shibuya.

The inferno was blown apart as Sindragosa emerged from the fire, its enormous body almost completely unharmed.

“Vanish.”

The Frost Wyrm appeared directly before Jogo.

Its jaws opened.

Frost Breath!

A torrent of freezing blue flames engulfed him.

Jogo’s body was frozen in an instant.

His remaining vitality plummeted rapidly, and no amount of cursed energy could restore the damage quickly enough to save him.

Within the merciless stream of frozen flames, Jogo’s body crumbled away.

The special-grade cursed spirit was completely exorcised.

【Special-Grade Cursed Spirit Jogo Exorcised】

【Cursed Energy increased by 1,000 points】

【Cursed Energy: 11,110 / 16,540】

【Third Seal: Fully Released】

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“Time to switch, brat.”

Yuji Itadori’s consciousness began to sink.

At the same time, the presence dwelling within him surged to the surface and seized control of his body.

“Hm?”

Choso suddenly froze.

The atmosphere had changed completely.

The overwhelming pressure radiating from Yuji’s body made it feel as though an entirely different being was now standing before him.

Choso could barely breathe.

“Su... Sukuna?”

He forced the name from his throat.

Sukuna looked at him.

“You’re holding your head too high.”

Choso immediately lowered himself.

An invisible slash swept through the space directly above his head.

Had he remained standing, his head would have been severed.

“Keep it down.”

Sukuna’s voice was calm, yet filled with unmistakable killing intent.

“Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”

Choso’s body continued to tremble.

The cursed energy pouring from Sukuna was terrifying, even to an incarnated Death Painting Womb like him.

Sukuna reached down and picked up the bag containing his fingers.

“Well, now.”

He opened it and examined its contents.

“I didn’t expect you to bring them directly to me.”

Sukuna removed every finger from the bag and swallowed them all at once.

“Hahahahaha!”

His laughter echoed through the underground passage.

There were now fifteen of Sukuna’s fingers inside Yuji Itadori’s body.

Choso struggled to move.

He wanted to attack.

His younger brothers had died because of Yuji Itadori, the owner of the body standing before him.

However, reason warned him that the being currently controlling that body was not an opponent he could defeat.

Sukuna turned his gaze toward him.

“You want to kill me?”

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Noble Phantasm: Frostmourne

Rank: A

Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Description:

Frostmourne is the legendary blade wielded by Arthas, the Lich King, and the sword most closely associated with the Death Knights.

True to its name, Frostmourne is a divine artifact possessing immense and malevolent power. However, the blade is also steeped in tragedy, sorrow, and the countless lives destroyed by its curse.

“I hate humanity. My patience has run out. Where shall my blood be spilled...?”

“Hey. You’re already dead.”

“For the Lich King!”