A storm was gathering over the Pacific.
But this was not a natural storm.
It was a vortex formed from cursed energy and killing intent.
On the bridge of the USS Ronald Reagan, the commander of the U.S. Seventh Fleet stared through his binoculars toward the distant horizon.
A tiny black figure was racing across the sea.
"What the hell is that?"
A radar officer shouted.
"Sir! Radar confirms the object is… a human!"
"A human?!"
The commander frowned deeply.
"Are you telling me a human can run across the ocean at supersonic speed?"
"And create a tsunami while doing it?"
Because behind that tiny figure—
A gigantic wave tens of meters high surged forward.
The water was being violently displaced by the boy's speed.
"Combat alert level one!"
"Target identified as hostile supernatural entity!"
"Permission to engage granted!"
The fleet responded instantly.
One of the most powerful naval forces in human history began its attack.
F/A-18 Super Hornet fighters launched from the carrier deck.
Destroyers fired Tomahawk cruise missiles from vertical launch systems.
Close-in weapon systems unleashed streams of bullets.
The sky filled with missiles, tracers, and fire.
Firepower capable of destroying a small country.
Yet the boy racing across the sea merely sneered.
"Too slow."
Yagami Sora's voice echoed calmly.
It was quiet.
Yet every soldier felt as if it rang directly inside their minds.
Then—
He raised his right hand.
"Vector Manipulation — Reflection."
No hand seals.
No incantations.
Just a thought.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Every missile detonated mid-air.
Hundreds of meters before reaching him.
The explosions lit the sky like fireworks.
Shockwaves rolled across the ocean.
Several nearby warships shook violently.
"How is that possible?!"
The pilots shouted in disbelief.
No interceptors.
No countermeasures.
The missiles had simply… exploded.
"Keep firing!"
The commander roared.
"I refuse to believe one human can defeat an entire carrier fleet!"
Then—
A blue light suddenly ignited in the sky.
It was Yagami Sora.
Instead of slowing down—
He accelerated using the shockwaves from the explosions.
Like a meteor.
He crashed directly into the fighter formation.
One pilot barely had time to react.
"What the—"
Before he could finish speaking—
Yagami Sora appeared above the cockpit.
Through the glass canopy—
Their eyes met.
The pilot saw a mocking expression.
As if he were looking at an insect.
"Borrowing your plane."
Sora tapped the glass lightly.
Then flicked his finger.
"Vector Manipulation — Kinetic Assignment."
WHOOSH!!!
The ten-ton fighter jet suddenly changed direction.
Ignoring all aerodynamics.
It became a giant projectile.
Slamming directly into the jet beside it.
"No! NO!"
BOOM!
Two multi-million-dollar fighter jets collided and exploded.
And that was only the beginning.
Yagami Sora moved through the air effortlessly.
Each touch caused another jet to malfunction.
Wings snapped.
Engines stalled.
Missiles detonated on pylons.
In less than a minute—
More than half the formation was destroyed.
The remaining pilots panicked and retreated.
"They're running already?"
Sora hovered calmly in the sky.
"How boring."
His gaze shifted downward.
Toward the carrier battle group.
Since the air force was finished—
He would test the navy.
"Gravity…"
He extended his hand.
Palm downward.
"A wonderful force."
"Vector Manipulation — Gravity Multiplication."
This time he used the enormous energy he had absorbed from the submarine reactor.
BOOM!!!
The sea itself collapsed downward.
Gravity increased dozens of times.
The ocean became heavier than steel.
Warships groaned.
Metal screamed.
CRACK. CRACK.
The aircraft carrier's deck began collapsing.
"Warning! Structural failure!"
"Flooding!"
"What kind of monster are we fighting?!"
The commander stared in despair as ships began sinking.
It was impossible.
One man had suppressed an entire fleet.
Modern weapons meant nothing.
"It's not over yet."
Sora descended slowly.
Landing on the carrier's flight deck.
Marines aimed rifles.
But none fired.
Because everyone knew—
Bullets were meaningless.
"Didn't you want new energy?"
Sora smiled at the commander.
"I'll give you some."
He raised a finger.
A tiny glowing sphere formed.
No bigger than a ping-pong ball.
But the energy inside it made everyone shiver.
Compressed cursed energy.
Mixed with nuclear radiation.
"Vector Manipulation — Plasma Cannon."
BOOM.
A beam of blinding light pierced the carrier.
From deck to hull.
Then exploded beneath the ocean.
Massive bubbles rose to the surface.
The 100,000-ton nuclear aircraft carrier began sinking.
"Abandon ship!"
Alarms screamed.
Soldiers leaped into the ocean.
Desperate to escape the monster.
Sora did not pursue them.
He simply stood on the tilting deck.
Watching the sea.
One man.
Against an entire nation.
Total victory.
"Boring."
He sighed.
"It's more fun watching that comedian."
He turned to leave.
Then—
His phone rang.
Inside the Culling Game barrier, only one person could contact him.
"Hello?"
"Yagami. It's me."
Megumi Fushiguro's voice.
It sounded anxious.
But excited.
"What happened? Did the Americans send more troops?"
"No."
Megumi exhaled.
"We have enough points."
"I freed Tsumiki from the Culling Game."
Sora raised an eyebrow.
That was good news.
If Tsumiki was safe—
Megumi would finally be free of worry.
"Congratulations."
"We're in Tokyo Colony No.1."
Megumi continued.
"She'll leave the barrier soon."
"Come back quickly."
"I want you to see her."
"Alright."
"I'll be there."
He ended the call.
But suddenly—
A strange unease crept into his mind.
Everything felt too smooth.
Too perfect.
Would Kenjaku really allow Megumi's greatest weakness to disappear so easily?
"I hope I'm wrong."
Sora shook his head.
Then launched into the sky.
Like a comet.
Flying toward Tokyo.
Behind him—
The once invincible Seventh Fleet slowly sank beneath the Pacific.
Tokyo Colony No.1
Megumi Fushiguro.
Yuji Itadori.
Hana Kurusu.
And the newly joined comedian Fumihiko Takaba stood together.
In the center—
A girl with long hair had just awakened.
Megumi's sister.
Tsumiki Fushiguro.
Her eyes were still hazy.
"Megumi…"
"Sister!"
Megumi grabbed her hand excitedly.
"You're finally awake."
"I added rules."
"You can leave the game now."
"Really?"
Tsumiki smiled gently.
"You've grown so reliable."
Yuji laughed.
"Megumi risked his life earning those points to save you!"
"Thank you all."
Tsumiki nodded gratefully.
"What should I do now?"
"Just tell Kogane you want to leave."
Megumi summoned the floating shikigami.
"I transferred 100 points."
"You can exit the barrier."
"Okay."
Tsumiki nodded.
She looked at the floating Kogane.
Then—
Something changed.
Her gentle smile vanished.
Her eyes became cold.
Excited.
Dangerous.
"I want to add a rule."
Megumi froze.
"…What?"
"Sister… you're leaving the game."
"Why leave?"
Tsumiki tilted her head.
Her expression twisted with madness.
"Why quit such an interesting game?"
"I propose a rule."
"Allow players to freely enter and exit barriers."
Megumi's pupils shrank.
Free barrier travel meant—
The war could spread across Japan.
"You're not… Tsumiki."
His voice trembled.
"Who are you?"
She smiled.
"I?"
"A sorcerer from a thousand years ago."
"My name is Yorozu."
She gently touched Megumi's cheek.
"As for your sister…"
"Her soul has long been suppressed inside me."
"Thank you, Megumi."
"You earned the points I needed."
"Now I can search freely."
"For the man I've waited a thousand years to meet."
"Ryomen Sukuna."
BOOM.
Ancient cursed energy erupted.
Megumi screamed.
"NO!!!"
He tried grabbing her.
But insect-like wings burst from her back.
She flew into the sky.
Toward Sukuna.
"Give me back my sister!!!"
Megumi chased desperately.
Then—
Something else happened.
Yuji's body froze.
A grotesque smile split his face.
And a voice like hell itself echoed.
"Enchain."
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