"Kenjaku."
Yagami Sora spoke the name calmly.
For a brief moment—
The underground corridor fell silent.
The man wearing the body of Suguru Geto stopped smiling.
Just slightly.
The faint change was enough.
His expression darkened for an instant before the familiar gentle smile returned.
"I see…"
He clapped his hands softly.
"I thought you were merely a talented child."
"But it seems you know far more than expected."
The ancient sorcerer laughed quietly.
"If you know my name…"
"Then you must already understand my goal."
"What you want?"
Yagami Sora sneered.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"You want to push humanity to evolve through cursed energy."
"You want to recreate an age where sorcerers dominate the world—like the Heian era."
"Or perhaps…"
His eyes narrowed.
"You simply want to satisfy your curiosity."
"To see what happens when humans and curses collide."
"I'm tired of hearing the same old script."
Behind him—
Black wings slowly unfolded.
Each feather carried compressed cursed energy.
When several fell to the ground—
The concrete instantly corroded.
Leaving deep craters.
"But before your grand speech continues…"
Sora pointed toward the ground.
Where Mahito lay trembling.
"This trash still needs to be dealt with."
"Ah."
Kenjaku nodded calmly.
"Of course."
"Mahito had potential."
"But his development speed was… disappointing."
"And besides…"
Kenjaku raised his hand.
Palm facing the broken curse.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation."
"Maximum Technique."
"Uzumaki."
Mahito's eyes widened.
Pure terror filled them.
An irresistible suction force erupted from Kenjaku's palm.
It was absolute authority over cursed spirits.
The fundamental power of Suguru Geto's technique.
"N-No…!"
Mahito screamed.
"Kenjaku!"
"Aren't we allies?!"
"Allies?"
Kenjaku laughed.
The sound was cold.
"How amusing."
"Curses and humans were never comrades."
"You were merely tools."
"Tools meant to be consumed."
The suction intensified.
Mahito's body twisted violently.
Compressed.
Distorted.
Until finally—
He collapsed into a dense sphere of cursed energy.
The orb flew straight into Kenjaku's hand.
Kenjaku swallowed it in one motion.
"Thank you for the meal."
He wiped his mouth.
"The flavor is unpleasant…"
"Like a cloth used to wipe vomit."
"But as nourishment…"
"It will suffice."
Nearby—
Yuji Itadori trembled violently.
His fists clenched.
Mahito.
The curse who destroyed Junpei.
Who killed Nanami.
Who tortured countless humans.
Had just been eaten.
Like trash.
Yuji couldn't even process it.
Was this justice?
Or something far worse?
"Well then."
Kenjaku spread his hands casually.
"The appetizer is finished."
"Now the real course begins."
He looked at Sora.
Then Yuji.
"Yagami Sora."
"You're correct."
"What I want to observe…"
"…is the potential of cursed energy itself."
"Not only curses."
"But humans as well."
"A thousand years ago…"
Kenjaku continued calmly.
"I formed contracts with numerous sorcerers."
"And now…"
His smile widened.
"With Satoru Gojo sealed away…"
"The balance of the world has finally collapsed."
"It is time."
"To awaken them."
Kenjaku formed a hand sign.
Cursed energy surged outward.
Like ripples spreading through space.
"Idle Transfiguration — Remote Activation."
In that moment—
The effect was not limited to Shibuya.
Across all of Japan—
The technique activated.
Inside hospitals—
Patients who had been comatose for years suddenly opened their eyes.
Inside classrooms—
Students felt unfamiliar cursed energy erupt within them.
Some crushed objects unintentionally.
Others screamed in fear.
Across the country—
Hidden cursed objects embedded within human bodies awakened.
People whose brains were not structured for sorcery were forcibly altered.
Humanity itself—
Was being rewritten.
The ground trembled.
The sky darkened.
A suffocating pressure spread across the Japanese archipelago.
Yagami Sora stared at the expanding waves of cursed energy in the sky.
His expression finally turned serious.
Even knowing the story—
Watching the world change in real time still felt overwhelming.
"So this…"
He murmured.
"Is the world you wanted?"
"A world of chaos and slaughter."
"Chaos?"
Kenjaku chuckled.
"No."
"This is evolution."
"A selection process."
"The step required for humanity to advance."
Then—
He looked directly at Sora.
A strange smile formed.
"And in this new world…"
"Monsters like you…"
"…won't feel lonely."
"I look forward to seeing your role in it."
Kenjaku stepped backward.
His body slowly dissolving into the darkness.
"Don't run!"
Yuji roared.
Charging forward.
But a hand stopped him.
Yagami Sora.
"Don't chase him."
"Why?!"
Yuji shouted.
"That bastard just—"
"He's already gone."
Sora said quietly.
Only fading cursed energy remained where Kenjaku stood.
Sora turned.
Looking toward the streets of Shibuya.
Cursed spirits were emerging everywhere.
People who had just awakened cursed energy stared at their hands in confusion.
Panic spread through the city.
The world had changed.
Chaos—
Had begun.
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