[This chapter is an IF storyline, independent of the main timeline.]
[Yagami Sora enters the nightmare as a powerless observer.]
[WARNING: This sequence contains tragic outcomes drawn from the original timeline.]
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Yagami Sora opened his eyes.
Noise assaulted him instantly.
Screams.
Crying.
The feral howls of cursed spirits.
All blending into a chaotic roar.
He frowned.
Wasn't he asleep in his dormitory just moments ago?
So why—
His thoughts halted.
This wasn't Shibuya.
Or rather—
It was Shibuya.
But something was wrong.
And then he realized.
He couldn't feel his body.
He looked down.
There were no feet.
No hands.
He was floating.
Like a ghost suspended in the air.
Below him—
A battlefield unfolded.
Shibuya Station — B5F
Thousands of twisted transfigured humans crowded the subway platform.
Their grotesque bodies shrieked and lunged wildly.
Standing alone at the center—
A tall man with white hair.
A black blindfold covering his eyes.
Satoru Gojo.
Even surrounded by monsters—
He stood relaxed.
Calm.
Untouchable.
But Sora wasn't looking at Gojo.
His gaze drifted past him.
Behind Gojo—
A man in a green suit staggered.
Blond hair.
Square glasses.
Kento Nanami.
A massive transfigured human lunged forward—
And pierced directly through his chest.
"NANAMI—!!"
A scream echoed from the distance.
Yuji Itadori.
But he was too late.
Nanami's body slowly collapsed.
Blood spread across the platform floor.
Dark and heavy.
His eyes remained open.
Looking toward the ceiling.
But there was no Malaysian beach waiting there.
Only concrete.
Only death.
"Nana—"
Sora tried to speak.
But no sound emerged.
He tried to descend.
Tried to move.
Instinctively reaching out—
As if he could push away the curse with vector manipulation.
But his hand passed straight through Nanami's body.
Like mist.
He couldn't touch anything.
He didn't belong to this world.
The scene shifted.
A different battlefield.
Nobara Kugisaki knelt on the ground.
Her hammer slipped from her hand.
Her eyes were wide.
A horrifying wound had opened across her face.
Blood poured down her cheek.
Mahito's Idle Transfiguration had already struck.
Sora's pupils shrank violently.
Yuji rushed forward.
Catching Nobara's collapsing body.
His scream tore through the battlefield.
Raw.
Animalistic.
Elsewhere—
Megumi Fushiguro staggered through the ruins.
His body covered in blood.
Desperate.
Cornered.
He formed the forbidden hand sign.
The ritual began.
"Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General—"
Mahoraga.
But before the ritual could complete—
A slash cut across the battlefield.
Ryomen Sukuna intervened.
Megumi collapsed.
His escape path destroyed.
The nightmare continued.
Back at Shibuya Station—
Gojo Satoru fought alone.
Overwhelming the cursed spirits.
Until—
A cube appeared.
The Prison Realm.
Golden light expanded.
Chains of binding rules wrapped around him.
In the final moment before the seal closed—
Gojo looked forward.
Through the battlefield.
Through the chaos.
As if searching for someone.
Someone who should have been there.
Someone who didn't exist in this world.
Yagami Sora.
But in this timeline—
He never appeared.
And so—
The Prison Realm closed.
The scene shifted once more.
Shibuya under a ruined night sky.
Gojo Satoru lay on the ground.
Cut cleanly across the waist.
His upper body remained.
Held gently by the body of his best friend.
Except—
It wasn't his friend anymore.
It was Kenjaku.
Wearing Suguru Geto's corpse.
"Good night, Satoru."
Kenjaku smiled softly.
The strongest sorcerer died quietly.
Above the ruins—
Another figure laughed.
Ryomen Sukuna.
Standing atop mountains of corpses.
"Boring."
He muttered.
"This era…"
"…is too boring."
Behind him—
Tokyo had fallen completely.
No sorcerers left.
No resistance.
No future.
Only the King of Curses.
And a dead civilization.
Yagami Sora floated silently above the ruined city.
He wanted to scream.
Wanted to tear this nightmare apart.
Wanted to rewrite everything.
But nothing changed.
His voice couldn't cross the boundary between worlds.
He was only an observer.
A powerless witness.
To the world where Sukuna won.
Sora slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't want to watch anymore.
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[Nightmare loading complete.]
[Preparing return to main world.]
[Please stand by.]
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