Chapter 36: The Fate of the Six Eyes
"It's you!"
Gojo Satoru clutched his continuously bleeding wound, his pale blue Six Eyes locked onto Fushiguro Toji, instantly recognizing the guy who had stood behind him watching him ten years ago.
At the time, he had felt that this man was very strong.
"Heh, kid with the Six Eyes, you've got a tough life."
Fushiguro Toji licked his lips, as if he had spotted better prey, his gaze shifting between Toho Hiroshi and Gojo Satoru.
"Geto, Toho!"
Gojo Satoru endured the intense pain and dizziness, his voice hoarse but exceptionally firm, "Take them and leave, go to the Tomb Chamber. Leave this to me."
He knew very well that this person's target was the Star Plasma Vessel, but at this moment, this man's attention was clearly drawn by Toho Hiroshi and himself.
He knew even better that he was severely injured, and if Geto Suguru and Toho Hiroshi had to be distracted protecting Riko and Kuroi, who had no combat ability, it would be extremely disadvantageous to continue fighting here.
Someone had to stay behind to block this monster.
And the most suitable person was himself.
Even severely injured, he was still Gojo Satoru!
"Satoru!"
Geto Suguru was shocked; he could see that Satoru was heavily injured.
Toho Hiroshi took a deep look at Gojo Satoru, then at the menacing, eager-to-fight Fushiguro Toji.
He instantly understood Gojo Satoru's intention and also sensed the Cursed Energy within Gojo Satoru that seemed to be undergoing some strange change under extreme pressure.
[That's right, this is it. He needs this battle.]
Toho Hiroshi understood in his heart.
In the original story, it was precisely in this near-death battle that Gojo Satoru completed his metamorphosis, realized the Reverse Cursed Technique, and rose to become the strongest in one fell swoop.
His staying behind was not to die, but to break out of his cocoon.
"Go!"
Toho Hiroshi did not hesitate at all, grabbed Amanai Riko, who was still in shock and fear, and shouted to Geto Suguru and Kuroi.
"But Satoru, he..."
Amanai Riko looked back at Gojo Satoru, whose chest was stained with blood and who was facing that terrifying enemy alone, her eyes filled with worry and unbearable pity.
"Trust him."
Toho Hiroshi's tone was decisive and unquestionable, "He is Gojo Satoru, after all."
Geto Suguru gritted his teeth and controlled a Cursed Spirit to scoop up Kuroi Misato: "Let's go."
"Trying to run?"
Fushiguro Toji sneered, his figure erupted again, rushing towards the few people trying to leave like a cannonball.
"Your opponent is me."
Gojo Satoru forced himself to raise his Cursed Energy, ignoring his injuries, and his pale blue Cursed Energy burst forth.
"Blue."
The terrifying attraction instantly acted on Fushiguro Toji's forward path, forcibly stalling his movements.
Fushiguro Toji was forced to turn around, thrown dozens of meters away by the attraction of Blue. Stabilizing his figure, his eyes grew even more eager for battle: "Fine, I'll warm up with you, kid with the Six Eyes!"
Taking this gap, Toho Hiroshi and the others did not hesitate and immediately rushed towards the gate of the Tomb Chamber, which was close at hand, at top speed.
Amanai Riko looked back one last time and saw that white figure had already violently collided with that black, ominous shadow, erupting with a heaven-shaking roar.
She bit her lip, held tightly by Toho Hiroshi, and rushed into that mysterious place symbolizing the final destiny.
Behind them was the prologue to a death match that would decide the name of the strongest in the new era.
Ahead, it was the endgame that the Star Plasma Vessel was about to face.
And Toho Hiroshi's gaze had already been cast towards the intricate tunnels deep within the Tomb Chamber.
...
The area outside the Tomb Chamber had turned into a violent battlefield of Cursed Energy.
Although Gojo Satoru was severely injured, the precise control of the Six Eyes and the absolute defense of the Limitless still gave him terrifying combat power.
"Blue."
The attraction compressed to the extreme exploded, tearing the ground and snapping ancient trees, forcing Fushiguro Toji to constantly dodge and weave with ghostly movements, making it difficult to get close.
"Tch, what a troublesome Cursed Technique."
Fushiguro Toji said it was troublesome, but his face wore an extremely excited smile, a kind of ecstasy when encountering top-tier prey.
He once again narrowly avoided a "Blue" that could have crushed a giant rock. As his figure seemed to merge into the shadows, while rapidly retreating, he slammed his hand onto the ugly Cursed Spirit on his waist—Ushi.
"Creak, creak—"
Accompanied by a chaotic and noisy buzzing sound, thousands of low-level Cursed Spirits with various forms but generally low Cursed Energy levels were spat out by Ushi, surging towards Gojo Satoru like a tide.
These Cursed Spirits had negligible individual power and couldn't even pose the slightest threat to Gojo Satoru's defense, being easily crushed by the Limitless.
But they were numerous, coming one after another, instantly obscuring his vision. More importantly, their messy and weak Cursed Energy fluctuations were like countless sources of interference, greatly interfering with the Six Eyes' instantaneous collection and processing of Cursed Energy information.
Just in the 0.1 seconds when Gojo Satoru's perception was instantly drowned out by this low-level "noise."
Fushiguro Toji moved. Utilizing this absolute gap he had created, he appeared directly in front of Gojo Satoru.
The special grade cursed tool in his hand, the Inverted Spear of Heaven—whose effect was to forcibly nullify Cursed Techniques—brought a deadly cold light as it stabbed directly at him.
"What?!"
Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes captured the danger, but the confusion of information and his severe injuries made his reaction a fraction of a second too slow.
Rip!
That Limitless, known as "infinite," was like a popped bubble before the tip of the Inverted Spear of Heaven, instantly losing its effect.
The blade drove straight in.
The cold blade tip precisely pierced Gojo Satoru's neck, almost severing his trachea and artery.
Intense pain and suffocation instantly drowned Gojo Satoru.
But this was just the beginning.
Fushiguro Toji's attacks were like a violent storm, ruthless to the extreme.
The moment the Inverted Spear of Heaven was pulled out, the second strike had already fiercely pierced his abdomen, churning his internal organs.
The third strike, the fourth strike...
Each precisely pierced the main arteries of his thighs.
Blood surged out like a fountain, completely dyeing Gojo Satoru's white school uniform crimson.
The Limitless was perfectly countered by the Inverted Spear of Heaven. Coupled with severe injuries and massive blood loss, Gojo Satoru's Cursed Energy circulation became extremely difficult and obscure.
"Cough... huff... huff..."
He tried to gather Cursed Energy, but his vision had begun to blur and darken, and his body uncontrollably fell backward.
Fushiguro Toji looked at him coldly and flicked the blood off his blade.
"It's over, kid with the Six Eyes. A genius? Nothing more than this."
He confirmed that Gojo Satoru's life force was fading rapidly. He didn't look at this strongest genius who had just refreshed the history of the Jujutsu World again, turned around, his figure merged into the shadows once more, and he chased rapidly towards the interior of the Tomb Chamber.
His goal had always been the Star Plasma Vessel.
The battlefield fell into instant silence, leaving only the thick, inseparable smell of blood.
Gojo Satoru lay in a pool of blood, his consciousness hovering on the edge of the cold abyss of death.
[Am... am I going to die?]
[What a... ugly way to die...]
[By that kind of guy...]
The extreme threat of death and the rapid loss of bodily function instead made his brain exceptionally clear at a certain moment.
[The core of Cursed Energy... Reversal...]
[Negative times negative equals positive...]
At the very moment when the Inverted Spear of Heaven broke through the Limitless and the blade reached his body, he had an unprecedented, near-death experience and cognition of the essence of "infinity" and the "negative" energy at the core of Cursed Energy.
[Multiply the negative energy of Cursed Energy... compress... reverse...]
His will was more focused than ever. Ignoring all pain, he immersed himself wholeheartedly in the exploration and control of the source of Cursed Energy.
[Output...]
A trace of weak, yet containing a completely different attribute, warm and life-filled energy, like the first ray of light born in the darkness, was arduously nurtured in his heart, which had almost stopped beating.
Reverse Cursed Technique—successfully activated.
That warm energy began to repair his shattered neck, pierced abdomen, and torn arteries at a slow but steady speed...
The near-death Gojo Satoru, on the silent and deserted battlefield, began his true metamorphosis and rebirth.
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