Chapter 187 (Patreon)

From within the violent explosion, a tide of black and white surged forth.

Heaven and earth lost all color.

At the center of that monochrome world, the true form of the curse emerged.

BOOM!

The colossal Curse Tree shattered in an instant. A lone figure tore through the fractured sky and stepped into the world.

“Sukuna.”

Ragnar Kagenou stared at the fully evolved being before him.

“Ragnar Kagenou.”

Sukuna had taken on a strangely human appearance. Black hair framed a pale face, while crimson light smoldered within his eyes. Each time his feet touched the empty air, red spider lilies blossomed beneath them.

“Welcome.”

Sukuna spread his arms.

“May the curse of death descend upon you all. At last, the world shall return to silence.”

A sharp sound split the air.

Black-and-white slashes erupted from Sukuna in every direction. Everything caught in their path—earth, sky, matter, and cursed energy alike—was reduced to ash.

“A battle upon which the future of the world depends.”

Ragnar raised his gaze.

“So this is what they call the final battle.”

Golden ripples spread across the void behind him.

A Noble Phantasm shot forward, trailing a streak of golden light. Sukuna caught it with one hand before its blade could reach his face.

“After coming this far, you still insist on throwing toys at me?”

Ragnar’s eyes narrowed.

“Bold words, Sukuna.”

Enkidu—the Chains of Heaven—surged from the Gate of Babylon like golden dragons, encircling Sukuna from every direction.

Sukuna raised one hand.

Black slashes tore upward.

Heaven and earth were severed by a single strike.

What greeted that destruction was a raging sea of crimson. Ea’s three cylindrical blades rotated at tremendous speed, generating countless spatial fractures that spread across the monochrome world.

Black and white collided with crimson.

Space collapsed.

Time distorted.

Neither force could contain the other.

“The Seven Sins…”

Sukuna deflected Ea and stepped through the resulting tempest.

“To think they would fall to mere jujutsu sorcerers.”

Hundreds of exchanges had already passed between them. As their battle continued, Sukuna could feel the power of the Seven Sins disappearing one after another.

“They were born from humanity’s sins, yet humanity defeated them with its own hands.”

For the first time, genuine confusion entered Sukuna’s voice.

“The Seven Sins embody humanity’s greatest desires. How could human beings possibly overcome the very impulses that define them?”

“What is there to find so incomprehensible?”

Ragnar intercepted Sukuna’s blade with Ea.

“The Seven Sins were born from humanity. It is only natural that human will can surpass them.”

The collision sent waves of distorted space rolling across the battlefield.

“Desire is one of humanity’s greatest weapons. But only those capable of mastering that desire possess the right to wield it.”

“Is that so?”

Sukuna’s crimson eyes remained fixed on Ragnar.

“When I was still human, all I ever saw were people enslaved by their own desires. Every one of them destroyed themselves in the end. There were no exceptions.”

“Then the world you saw was still too small.”

“Small?”

Sukuna’s expression darkened.

“The entire planet rests within my grasp. In the final moments before humanity’s extinction, I witnessed everything.”

He had seen humanity’s ugliness laid bare as civilization approached its end.

He had watched countless people surrender to their darkest impulses beneath the Crowns of Sin.

“To preserve a species such as humanity serves neither purpose nor value. Destruction is its inevitable destination.”

“Humanity survives through desire, but reason grants that desire meaning.”

Ragnar’s voice carried clearly through the collapsing world.

“The fact that humanity continues to exist is itself proof of its value.”

A surge of ancient power erupted from his Saint Graph.

【Primordial Mythological Mystic Code】

“Desire is merely the foundation of life.”

Golden armor materialized over half of Ragnar’s body. Crimson Magic Circuits emerged across his chest, shining through his skin like molten veins.

Enkidu coiled around his left arm.

In his right hand, Ea entered full release.

A crimson storm erupted around him.

“What defines humanity is its ability to create.”

Sukuna summoned the black-and-white blade into his hand.

“It appears we will never understand one another.”

“No.”

Ragnar leveled Ea at him.

“We will not.”

Their opponent’s death would become the opening proclamation of a new world.

With their lives as tribute, they would sing the final hymn at the end of all things.

Sukuna raised his blade.

Black and white pierced the world, entwining around its edge.

“There is nothing more to discuss.”

His crimson eyes blazed.

“Come.”

Ragnar smiled.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

The two figures vanished.

The monochrome world erupted.

“Cleave.”

“Ea.”

Black-and-white slashes descended from above.

A crimson torrent of sword pressure rose to meet them and devoured every last one.

Slashes crossed the battlefield in every direction, breaking apart the surrounding space faster than it could recover.

Blade met sword in the void.

The impact shook the foundations of the false world.

Their battle continued.

No one could say how much time passed. Within that realm, time itself had long since lost all meaning.

Only two figures remained in the endless emptiness, locked in unceasing combat.

As their battle raged on, Ragnar confirmed what he had suspected.

Something about Sukuna had changed.

Another existence had merged with him.

No matter how many times Ea tore his body apart, the black-and-white forces filling the void would gather once more and reconstruct him.

They fought countless times.

They killed one another countless times.

Their bodies were destroyed and restored without end, while the roar of their battle echoed throughout the void.

“Curses will never disappear.”

Sukuna’s voice resonated from every direction.

“As long as life exists, desire will be born. As long as desire drives living beings forward, curses will continue to emerge.”

A crimson spatial fracture swallowed Sukuna whole, annihilating his body.

The world flashed black and white.

Sukuna stepped from that light, completely restored.

“If you truly wish to kill me, Ragnar Kagenou, you must first exterminate every living being in existence.”

“You think too highly of your own absoluteness.”

Sukuna slowly shook his head.

“I have no intention of eradicating all life. Humanity has simply ruled this world for too long.”

He raised his blade and swept it across the void.

Black-and-white slashes descended like a storm.

“It is time for mankind to leave the stage.”

Ragnar struck them aside with Ea.

“Do you believe humanity alone deserves to rule the world?”

Sukuna continued advancing.

“Human civilization burns too brightly. Once a civilization reaches its zenith, destruction is the most fitting conclusion it could receive.”

“To deny the necessity of humanity’s existence is to deny consciousness itself—the very thing that gives meaning to the world.”

“Does denying humanity truly mean denying all meaning?”

Sukuna’s smile deepened.

“What a remarkably arrogant claim to make before every other form of life.”

“No, Ragnar Kagenou. The one displaying true arrogance here is you.”

Laughter thundered across the void.

“Ha… Hahahaha!”

Ragnar tightened his grip on Ea.

“Then allow me to show you the true meaning of arrogance.”

His crimson eyes shone with an overwhelming radiance.

“The world belongs to humanity.”

Power surged through Ea.

“Atoms, converge.”

Golden light gathered around the blade.

“Matter, take form.”

The three crimson cylindrical segments abruptly began rotating in reverse. The air rang with the brittle sound of shattering glass.

“O star that weaves all creation—”

With Ea at its center, the seemingly endless void broke apart.

Crimson waves of power coiled around Ragnar, tearing through every law that attempted to contain them.

Sukuna raised his black-and-white blade.

Ragnar lifted Ea overhead.

“Behold it…”

A golden spatial storm erupted from the Sword of Rupture. Crimson energy twisted around the golden torrent, fusing with it until the two forces became one.

“And die.”

Ragnar brought Ea down.

“Tides of Heaven and Earth—The Final Hour!”

The gold-and-crimson storm tore through the Curse Genesis Sukuna had woven around the world.

“Witness the afterglow of creation!”

Ragnar’s declaration shook the heavens.

Ea’s three cylindrical segments accelerated beyond their limit. Space twisted around the sword like a sheet of parchment crushed in an invisible hand.

A pillar of gold and crimson pierced the sky.

Rainbow-colored fractures remained in its wake, revealing the foundation of the world through wounds cut into time and space.

The atmosphere vanished.

Everything within the path of the attack became a perfect vacuum.

Yet Sukuna could still hear them.

Countless screams.

The death cries of billions of souls resounded within his mind, as though every cursed spirit in existence had begun wailing at the approach of its end.

Wherever Ea’s edge pointed, space disintegrated into countless fragments.

Trees broke down into atoms and scattered upon the raging wind.

Mountains and stone crumbled into dust.

The earth split apart without a sound. What surged within those bottomless fissures was not magma, but void matter glittering like fragments of distant stars.

The world was being severed.

The heavens collapsed.

The earth shattered.

Every cursed spirit spread across the planet was caught within the storm and torn apart.

Web-like scars opened throughout the sky, revealing a chaotic, dark-crimson cosmos beyond it.

At the center of the energy vortex, spiraling bands of light appeared, resembling the birth of an entire galaxy.

It was a primordial power before which even creation myths would bow.

When the gold-and-crimson pillar pierced heaven and earth, the concept of life itself lost all meaning within its radiance.

Every region touched by the storm vanished as though reality had been erased. Only domains of absolute darkness remained, their boundaries severed with impossible precision.

Then Ea stopped rotating.

The world fell into unnatural silence.

Red-and-black fractures spread across heaven and earth like exposed veins. Golden runes burned deep within every crack—the final resistance of the world’s laws as they were torn apart.

The Curse Genesis had reached its end.