Toyokawa Sakiko stood before the tightly shut, heavy brass doors and came to a stop.
With a slight movement of her will, Young Gojo Sachi and Complete Gojo Sachi possessed her at the same time.
Sakiko lowered her head and looked at her palm.
Her five fingers slowly curled, clenched into a fist, then opened again. Her knuckles made faint cracking sounds.
The Six Eyes observed the flow of cursed energy inside her body, but the result was not as astonishing as expected.
The overlap of two avatars of the same origin from different points in time did not cause a qualitative change. It did not even reach the level of linear addition.
The core parameters that determined combat ability—muscle strength, bone density, and maximum cursed energy output efficiency—all took the highest value, which was Complete Gojo Sachi's upper limit.
What Young Gojo Sachi brought her was merely an expansion of total cursed energy.
But for Gojo Sachi, who possessed the Six Eyes, that was not especially important.
The Six Eyes' precise control over cursed energy meant that the energy cost of activating any technique was infinitely close to zero.
Doubling the total amount did not mean the destructive power of her techniques would double.
It only made the endurance of Reverse Cursed Technique a little stronger.
Better than nothing, she supposed.
Sakiko released her hand and gave an objective evaluation in her heart.
Then she raised her head. Without further hesitation, she stepped forward, crossed the doorway, and landed on the marble floor inside the palace.
In an instant, countless psychic impacts surged from every direction.
Sakiko's brows abruptly furrowed. Behind her, the empty space suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden glow.
Persona—
Icarus.
The clear sound of chains scraping echoed through the air. Countless chains originally wrapped around Icarus transformed into golden musical staves.
Golden notes peeled away from the staves and slowly rotated around Sakiko's body. A golden halo rippled outward and collided with the invisible psychic impacts.
Both sides silently dissolved, forcibly isolating the psychic assault from her.
Sakiko's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her expression returned to calm.
"As expected, I was hit by a mental attack the moment I stepped into the palace."
"If an ordinary person were standing here, the instant they crossed the threshold, their consciousness would probably have been erased and they would have become a puppet under someone else's control."
After making that assessment, she took out her phone.
She lit up the screen and opened the Otherworld Navigation app.
The interface, which had shown no response before she entered, finally displayed a prompt.
Facility Name: Self-Remodeling Room.
A perfect actor can freely shape her own desires, thereby shaping the rules of the palace.
Current Rule: Any avatar or summon that is not the subject herself will be forcibly controlled.
Two conclusions surfaced in her mind.
First, information had indeed leaked severely.
During the previous battle to conquer Wakaba Mutsumi's palace, their side had used Gojo Sachi, Ryomen Sukuna, and even summoned Mahoraga.
All of that had been completely exposed before the eyes of Mori Minami, who had been watching as an observer.
The other party had clearly seen their battle strategy of relying on avatars and summons as core combat power.
Thus, inside her own palace, she had sealed off that route directly at the level of rules.
Second, there was the essence of this palace itself.
Self-Remodeling Room.
Sakiko looked around.
From the outside, this place had towering stone-brick outer walls and a massive dome. It looked entirely like a vast, solemn neoclassical gallery.
She had originally guessed that the interior of the palace would be an exhibition hall, displaying Mori Minami's collection and control over the lives of others, or perhaps a museum displaying the trophies whose wills she had stripped away.
But the name given by the navigation app was Self-Remodeling Room.
"Remodeling directed toward herself…"
Sakiko lowered her eyes and looked at the phone screen.
Mori Minami's Shadow had probably already deviated completely from the normal definition of a Shadow.
A normal Shadow was a projection created in the cognitive world after a human mind became distorted by a certain obsession or desire.
The desire was fixed, and the Shadow was passively ruled by it.
But Mori Minami's desire, Sakiko estimated, was an almost pathological urge to control.
And judging from the current situation, that terrifying urge to control did not merely act upon the outside world. It acted even more extremely upon herself.
She controlled herself, actively distorted her own desires, and even freely altered the form of those desires to change the rules of her palace.
This directly challenged the foundation of Shadows as entities within the cognitive world.
After confirming the information, Sakiko put her phone away.
With a slight movement of her will, she directly withdrew her Persona.
Icarus vanished instantly behind her. The golden musical staves and notes turned into points of light and disappeared into the void.
The moment the halo barrier disappeared, the psychic impacts that had been blocked outside poured in like a tide, penetrating her nerves through every possible gap.
Sakiko made no defense.
She stood quietly in place, allowing that force to violently crash against her consciousness.
Tinnitus rang in her ears. Her vision began to double. Deep within her brain, waves of dull pain spread.
It was a rejection response caused by some force attempting to forcibly alter her cognition.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
As she endured the pain, Sakiko carefully distinguished the various parameters of that impact.
A moment later, she reached a conclusion.
This power that was attempting to rewrite cognition was indeed strange and dangerous, but in terms of pure intensity, it had not reached an especially high level.
A human with peak willpower could withstand it directly.
If Soyo and Shinobu wore the Will Glasses, they should have no trouble dealing with this outer-level mental attack.
But this was merely the entrance to the palace, just past the front door. The deeper they went, the intensity of the psychic impact within this Self-Remodeling Room would probably rise exponentially.
Having confirmed the basic information, Toyokawa Sakiko did not continue further in. She decisively turned around, faced the closed brass doors, and walked toward them.
Her steps were steady, her muscles tense.
In her mind, she had already prepared for the worst-case scenario. If the act of leaving triggered some kind of attack mechanism, she would activate group teleportation without hesitation and return directly to Soyo and the others outside the palace.
One step.
Two steps.
She did not touch the doors. Instead, she directly leapt over the brass doorway.
The instant Sakiko's feet landed once again on the ground outside, the constant psychic impact disappeared completely.
It felt as though she had been diving underwater for a long time while carrying a heavy weight, only to suddenly break the surface and breathe fresh air. Her entire body became light all at once.
Sakiko looked back at the doors.
The withdrawal process had gone unusually smoothly. There had been no attack whatsoever.
The rules of Mori Minami's palace did not seem to restrict intruders from leaving.
But an undefended exit usually meant sufficient confidence.
Or perhaps the exit itself was an illusion deliberately left behind to lure enemies deeper.
Outside the doors, Nagasaki Soyo and the others were waiting quietly in place.
Sakiko walked back to them.
"The situation inside is more complicated than expected."
Sakiko did not waste words. She concisely repeated the rule displayed by the Otherworld Navigation app, as well as the intensity of the psychic impact she had personally tested.
The expressions of Soyo and Shinobu both turned grave.
Nagasaki Soyo subconsciously turned her head, her gaze filled with some worry as she looked toward Wakaba Mutsumi standing nearby.
She thought that upon hearing that her mother's Shadow was a monster capable of freely altering her own desires, Mutsumi would at least show some sign of wavering.
But Wakaba Mutsumi's face showed nothing at all.
She stood there quietly, her gaze calm.
No surprise.
No fear.
Not even the sorrow that should have belonged to a daughter.
Soyo froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile inwardly.
She remembered.
The being before her, who possessed Mutsumi's appearance, was not a real human, but a Shadow born within the cognitive world.
Her emotional logic and her reactions to things were fundamentally different from those of a real human.
Trying to speculate about a Shadow through human empathy was futile from the beginning.
With that thought, Soyo quickly withdrew her gaze, forcibly cut off her wandering thoughts, and refocused her attention on the battle before them.
Toyokawa Sakiko's voice broke the silence at just the right time, pulling everyone's thoughts back on track.
"According to my test, the psychic impact in the outer palace should be resistible with the Will Glasses."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the two of them.
"However, the situation in the cognitive world can change in an instant. Before we officially enter, we should still use Omen Premonition to test the exact danger level."
After speaking, Sakiko raised her right hand and hooked her fingers around the transparent glass-bead bracelet on her left wrist.
With a gentle pull, the bracelet slipped off.
She handed it to Nagasaki Soyo.
Soyo took the bracelet without the slightest hesitation. The instant it entered her hand, her eyes closed slightly.
An aura of cursed energy filled with brutality and arrogance awakened from within her body. Dark cursed-energy markings surfaced across her skin as Ryomen Sukuna's possession state activated.
Then Soyo activated Omen Premonition.
And then—
Crack.
Crack.
Two crisp breaking sounds rang out.
Among the beads on the bracelet, two glass beads were now covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
Fine shards of glass slid down the edge of Soyo's fair wrist and fell to the ground.
Toyokawa Sakiko's expression instantly hardened.
Omen Premonition would provide omen feedback corresponding to the danger level of the next course of action.
If all beads shattered, it meant certain death, and they had to abandon the plan immediately.
If not a single bead broke, it meant the path ahead was smooth.
And now, the number of shattered beads was two.
That meant the plan itself was feasible, but there were risks in the process that could not be ignored.
Sakiko's mind began running at high speed again.
Where was the risk?
A gap in strength?
No. If it were simply overwhelming combat power, only two beads would not have shattered.
Her gaze returned to the connection between the rule and the environment.
A few seconds later, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and realization appeared on her face.
"I understand. The problem should be with the Will Glasses."
Sakiko raised her head and explained to Soyo and Shinobu.
"As items, the Will Glasses can provide mental resistance, but under constant mental attack, the glasses' durability will be continuously consumed."
"The danger lies in that process of consumption. When one pair of glasses has its durability completely exhausted and shatters, there will be a gap before you can take out a new pair and put them on. During that window, you will lose protection and can only rely on your own willpower to withstand the psychic impact from Mori Minami's palace."
If their mental defenses collapsed within those few seconds, their cognition would immediately be distorted, and they would become the enemy's puppets.
That was exactly where the two-star risk indicated by Omen Premonition lay.
But Sakiko's tone shifted, becoming more certain.
"However, this risk can be avoided."
She added:
"When the glasses are about to shatter, I will summon Icarus. The purification of my Persona can forcibly withstand the psychic impact. With Icarus' support, I can absolutely buy you enough time to put on a new pair of Will Glasses."
Sakiko's thoughts did not stop there. After a moment of silence, her gaze moved away from Soyo and turned toward Wakaba Mutsumi, who had remained silent the entire time.
"Mutsumi, in this battle, your current combat power is the lowest."
"So you are not entering the palace. Stay here and act as our anchor."
"We need someone in a safe environment to serve as coordinates. If the three of us encounter a danger beyond our ability inside, we will immediately use group teleportation to retreat."
Wakaba Mutsumi listened expressionlessly to this arrangement.
She did not show any displeasure at being directly called the weakest combatant, nor did she argue.
She simply nodded obediently.
"I understand."
After confirming there were no problems, Shinobu Kocho took a deep breath.
It was her turn.
She closed her eyes and began guiding the powers of the Flame Hashira avatar and the Stone Hashira avatar into simultaneous possession.
Heat and heaviness exploded through her meridians at the same time.
Shinobu's breathing rhythm changed instantly, becoming extraordinarily long and burning hot.
Beneath her clothing, the originally slender and balanced lines of her muscles began to change subtly.
There was no exaggerated swelling that would violently tear her clothes apart.
Her muscle fibers compressed madly, becoming tighter and more condensed, like steel cables forged through countless hammerings.
Her muscle density increased geometrically, yet her visible body size did not change in any obvious way.
Sensing that her figure had not changed noticeably, Shinobu quietly let out a breath of relief.
Heaven knew how much mental preparation she had needed before deciding to possess both of these Hashira at the same time.
She had already made up her mind. If her body showed even the slightest tendency to turn into a tower of muscle like the Stone Hashira, she would cut off the possession state without hesitation.
She absolutely could not accept becoming a woman covered in bulging muscles.
Fortunately, that dilemma did not occur.
The power perfectly merged into her petite body by increasing density.
Shinobu slowly straightened and clenched her fists.
The air between her fingers produced a faint crack.
She clearly felt the terrifying power within her body, surging like lava yet steady as a mountain.
What surprised her even more was that the Flame Hashira's explosive burst power and the Stone Hashira's ultimate destructive force did not reject each other.
Their ability domains did not overlap at all.
It was unlike Sakiko's earlier situation, where simultaneous possession by Gojo Sachi and Young Gojo Sachi had failed to produce a significant combat increase.
Shinobu's original poison and agility, combined with the physical ability of Stone Breathing and supplemented by the explosive power of Flame Breathing—
The result was far greater than one plus one plus one equaling three.
"I'm ready."
Shinobu raised her head and spoke softly.
Toyokawa Sakiko, Nagasaki Soyo, and Shinobu Kocho exchanged glances and nodded to one another.
Then, at the same time, they stepped forward, crossed the heavy brass doors, and walked into the palace.
The instant the soles of their shoes touched the marble floor, the psychic impact arrived as expected, surging madly from all directions.
Sakiko walked at the front. This time, she did not immediately summon Icarus.
She relied on her own powerful willpower to forcibly endure that force.
Her eyes remained fixed on the path ahead, while the Six Eyes' peripheral vision monitored the condition of Soyo and Shinobu behind her.
Soyo's steps did not falter in the slightest. Although her face was slightly pale, her breathing remained steady.
Shinobu's footsteps were light. Flame and Stone Breathing flowed alternately, resisting the outside interference.
That meant they had successfully endured the first wave of impact with the Will Glasses and their own resistance.
Everything was within the plan.
At this pace, as long as they paid attention to the glasses' durability—
Before that thought in Sakiko's mind could finish turning—
A faint flicker suddenly flashed before her eyes.
Without any warning, her vision was violently severed by some irresistible force for an instant, then forcibly reconstructed.
Even the Six Eyes, capable of processing massive amounts of information, failed to capture what had happened in that moment.
When Sakiko's vision regained focus and she saw the scene before her clearly, her pupils abruptly contracted.
The scenery before her had completely changed.
She was now inside a room within the marble building.
And within her field of view, only she herself remained.
Nagasaki Soyo had vanished.
Shinobu Kocho had vanished as well.
"A trap?!"
Before Sakiko could make a judgment, the psychic impact that had originally still been within a controllable range suddenly surged without warning.
Its intensity skyrocketed countless times in an instant.
If the attack at the entrance had been like seawater at high tide, wave after wave attempting to erode the outer edge of consciousness—overwhelming, but still allowing one to find reefs to stand upon—
Then the current impact was a tsunami smashing down from ten thousand meters above.
No waves.
No intervals.
Only pure crushing pressure.
"Ugh!"
A muffled grunt escaped Toyokawa Sakiko's throat, and her face turned deathly pale.
"Icarus!"
She shouted purely on instinct.
In the void, enormous chains burst with explosive sounds.
Golden musical staves and glowing notes surged out in an instant, covering her entire body like armor.
But this time, the situation was completely different.
Even with Icarus outputting at full power, the flow of those golden notes had clearly become extremely strained.
The golden lines that had previously flowed smoothly like rippling water now looked like a spiderweb being violently pulled apart in a raging storm, trembling fiercely, their light flickering between brightness and dimness.
Fortunately, the purification power of the Persona still stubbornly blocked the tsunami-like psychic impact outside her body once more.
Sakiko gasped heavily for breath, cold sweat covering her forehead.
After barely stabilizing herself, her first reaction was to immediately open the group interface and rapidly send messages tagging Soyo and Shinobu, asking about their situation.
No response.
Sakiko clenched her teeth and sent another message.
Still nothing. Like a stone sinking into the sea, there was no response at all.
She immediately looked at the group member status list.
Her gaze swept over it. Beside Soyo and Shinobu's names, the icons displayed were not red warnings indicating life-threatening danger.
Instead, they were yellow busy indicators, representing that they were currently handling external matters and unable to respond.
Sakiko's heart sank slightly.
Their vital signs were stable, yet they could not respond to communications.
There was only one conclusion.
The two of them had probably had their defenses broken directly by the psychic impact that had suddenly increased countless times over, and were now in a state of complete mental control.
Although their lives were not in danger, their consciousnesses were locked down, their bodies had become puppets, and they were unable to respond in the chat group.
Toyokawa Sakiko's expression turned extremely ugly.
At that moment, a sound came from within the room.
Clack.
Tap.
The bottom of wooden sandals struck the marble floor, producing crisp, regular sounds, neither hurried nor slow.
A figure was slowly walking toward her from the corridor.
Sakiko's eyes instantly turned cold.
It was a woman.
She wore a plain white kimono without any pattern. The sash at her waist was tied neat and proper.
Every fold of the kimono, the angle of the collar opening, even the way the hem draped, all seemed to have been measured with a ruler and controlled with precision to remain in the perfect position where they ought to exist.
Not a single trace of disorder.
Not a single unnecessary detail.
The wide hem lightly dragged along the ground with her steps. On her feet were flawless white tabi socks and wooden sandals.
And that face—
It was what Wakaba Mutsumi would look like after growing older.
The cool outline of her brows and eyes, the elegant curve of her nose bridge, the slightly drawn-in line of her jaw—all of them had identical prototypes on Wakaba Mutsumi's face.
But this face had been carved by time into something more mature and more refined.
The blank expression that Mutsumi originally possessed had disappeared from her face.
In its place was a beauty pushed to the extreme, yet because it was overly perfect, it seemed somewhat inhuman.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised in an impeccable smile.
Calm.
Gentle.
Dignified.
It was as though she were not facing an enemy who had invaded her palace, but receiving a guest who had arrived a little late in her own tea room.
Mori Minami.
Or more accurately, Mori Minami's Shadow, who controlled this Self-Remodeling Room.
The instant the other party appeared, Toyokawa Sakiko's breathing had already calmed completely.
She looked coldly at that gentle smiling face. Deep in her eyes, however, a decisive sharpness flashed.
She knew exactly how terrible the current situation was.
Nagasaki Soyo and Shinobu Kocho had already been mentally controlled.
If she chose to protect herself now and used group teleportation alone to leave this palace and return outside the front doors, she could indeed escape unharmed.
But what about Soyo and Shinobu?
Mori Minami was a lunatic who could freely modify even her own desires and the rules of her palace.
Against such an existence, impossible to predict through common sense, their fates could not be anticipated at all.
Perhaps she would use the controlled Soyo and Shinobu as hostages.
Perhaps she would use them as experimental materials.
Or perhaps their consciousnesses would be imprisoned forever.
Therefore, she absolutely could not retreat.
At this moment, there was only one option left.
Right here, she would use pure violence to directly crush the Shadow of Mori Minami before her!
Toyokawa Sakiko did not waste a single word. Her right hand shot up, and her slender middle and index fingers instantly crossed.
The ocean-like cursed energy in her body erupted without reservation at this moment.
"Domain Expansion—"
"Unlimited Void!"
The instant her voice fell, violent cursed energy spread outward from Sakiko as its center, transforming into a spatial barrier that expanded madly.
In the blink of an eye, the domain completed its expansion.
Mori Minami did not dodge.
She continued to walk elegantly, her gentle smile not changing in the slightest.
The plain white kimono fluttered slightly in the powerful air current generated by the domain's expansion, its hems snapping in the wind, yet she did not look disheveled at all.
The domain fully formed.
Mori Minami was completely enveloped within the barrier of Unlimited Void.
By common sense, everything should have ended there.
But Toyokawa Sakiko, standing where she was, abruptly widened her azure eyes.
The domain had indeed been successfully released.
But—
The sure-hit effect of Unlimited Void, which should have forcibly poured infinite and massive information into the target's brain and caused eternal stagnation…
Had failed.
It had not been dodged.
Nor had it been blocked by some defensive effect.
Rather, it was as though two domains had collided and their sure-hit effects had neutralized each other.
"How is that possible?!"
Sakiko's heart shook violently.
At present, the only people in the entire world who could use Domain Expansion were herself, while possessed by Gojo Sachi, and Nagasaki Soyo, while possessed by Ryomen Sukuna.
If two domains were expanded at the same time, causing their barriers to collide and their sure-hit effects to cancel each other out, that would be reasonable within the jujutsu system.
But right now, she was the only one who had opened a domain.
Mori Minami's Shadow was a product of the cognitive world that did not even know what cursed energy was. How could she possibly neutralize the sure-hit effect of a domain on her own?
Just as Sakiko was full of doubts, Mori Minami finally stopped. The two of them were about ten meters apart.
She looked at the unconcealed shock on Sakiko's face. The smile at the corner of her mouth deepened slightly, and a trace of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.
In a gentle voice, she spoke unhurriedly.
"This is truly… thanks to all of you."
She lightly gathered the loose strands of hair beside her ear and continued.
"Thanks to the fact that I controlled those avatars of yours earlier and personally experienced it, I finally understood. This interesting move you call Domain Expansion—in essence, isn't it just a simplified palace you carry with you?"
Mori Minami laughed softly, her tone carrying the pleasure of discovering something new.
"It is truly thanks to you that I learned there are so many fascinating applications of interference with mental spaces. Shrinking and concretizing the rules of desire, then forcibly overlaying them upon the surrounding environment…"
She nodded in admiration.
"A remarkably exquisite concept."
Toyokawa Sakiko's face was full of question marks.
You wretched creature, what the hell did you think you understood?!
What incomprehensible nonsense are you babbling about?!
Domain Expansion belonged to the cursed energy system. Its underlying logic was to combine an innate cursed technique with extremely advanced barrier techniques, consuming cursed energy to deploy one's innate domain into real space as a physical barrier, thereby achieving a one-hundred-percent sure-hit effect.
And palaces?
Those belonged to the system of mental cognition.
Their essence was the projection of a human being's extremely distorted desires within the idealistic space of the cognitive world.
They were products of psychopathology and the materialization of desire.
From underlying principles and energy composition to manifestation and application logic, the two were completely unrelated!
This was like someone watching another person swim, then turning around and telling you:
"Oh, I understand. The essence of swimming is cutting through fluid. Therefore, I suddenly understand how to fly through the sky."
Fly, my ass!
Are you saying fish in empty air have no place to depend on?
Was your swimming coach Liu Zongyuan from the Tang dynasty?!
This was practically putting physics and mysticism into the same equation, solving for the result, and somehow deriving a perfect answer.
However, before Sakiko could spit out the retort stuck in her throat, she suddenly sensed an extremely terrifying change.
The psychic impact that had been everywhere ever since she entered the palace…
Had disappeared.
It had not been purified by Icarus' golden light.
It had not weakened to the point of becoming imperceptible.
It had not been suppressed by a shield.
It had vanished completely, utterly, cleanly.
As though it had never existed from the beginning.
No.
More accurately—
Sakiko stared fixedly at the surrounding space with the Six Eyes and finally saw the clue.
The sure-hit effect released continuously by Unlimited Void, which poured infinite information into its target, and the omnipresent brainwashing effect inside Mori Minami's Self-Remodeling Room…
These two things that should not have had any intersection at all were, at this very moment, perfectly neutralizing each other.
It was completely unreasonable.
But it had truly happened.
Toyokawa Sakiko clenched her molars tightly.
She did not hysterically scream weak phrases like "That's impossible" or "That's unscientific."
She took a deep breath.
She forced her brain to cool down rapidly and reevaluate the situation before her.
Reality was right in front of her. Mori Minami's Shadow probably truly had not lied.
She really had forcibly equated Domain Expansion with a Shadow palace, giving it the properties of a domain clash.
"This time, I may really have kicked an iron plate…"
Sakiko's heart sank to the bottom.
Mori Minami's Shadow was absolutely not some fossil that relied on instinct and could not adapt.
From the way she had immediately created a control rule targeting possibility avatars and Mahoraga, to the way she had now incorporated Domain Expansion into her own framework of understanding and countered it after experiencing it only once, one thing was clear.
This was a terrifying monster who was extremely skilled at observation and learning, and who could analyze and fuse foreign concepts into her own system with horrific efficiency before immediately putting them into practical use.
And this ability to stand on any stage, face any script, swiftly enter the role, and take control of the entire scene…
Was probably the basic qualification of a top-tier acting powerhouse.
Ten meters away, Mori Minami still stood quietly there, the hem of her plain white kimono moving without wind.
Her hands were elegantly folded before her. Those eyes, similar to Wakaba Mutsumi's yet far deeper, were now filled with a lofty smile.
She quietly watched Toyokawa Sakiko, who was facing her like a mortal enemy.
Her lips parted slightly.
"Not continuing?" she asked.
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