Chapter 59: The Birth of a Great Principle
[A Perfect World Without Cursed Spirits]
The phrase struck him like a clap of thunder, brutally tearing open the window paper in Geto Suguru's mind—the one layer stained with blood and despair that he had always been too afraid to breach.
The meaning behind his protection of Non-Sorcerers was shaken, the pain of swallowing cursed spirit orbs became meaningless, and everything he had done seemed like a joke.
Weren't all of these struggles and pains due to this world filled with Cursed Spirits?
If Cursed Spirits didn't exist at all... "H-how... how should it be done?"
Geto Suguru heard his own voice trembling slightly.
Yuki Tsukumo held up two fingers: "Theoretically, there are two methods."
"The first is to remove the Cursed Energy from every human body. Make everyone a 'Heavenly Restriction' with zero Cursed Energy, just like Fushiguro Toji. Without Cursed Energy, Cursed Spirits naturally cannot be produced."
"The second is to allow everyone to control Cursed Energy."
"If everyone could become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, capable of controlling their own emotions and power, then Cursed Spirits would lose the soil in which they breed."
She spoke eloquently, as if discussing an interesting academic subject.
Geto Suguru's mind raced.
Removing Cursed Energy from all of humanity? That sounded like a pipe dream.
Making everyone a Jujutsu Sorcerer? Leaving aside the difficulty, Jujutsu Sorcerers also have conflicts and negative emotions; the resulting Cursed Spirits might just be stronger and the risks greater... Both methods were fraught with uncertainty and immense difficulty, seeming like unattainable ideals.
However, the ultimate goal of "a world without Cursed Spirits" had already taken root like a seed in the field of his heart, soaked through with despair and nihilism.
Just then, an even more extreme, insane, yet "efficient" idea, like a venomous snake, suddenly sprang from the darkest corner of his heart, almost escaping his lips: "There's... a third method, right?"
Yuki Tsukumo raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.
Geto Suguru looked up. His long, narrow eyes, usually gently narrowed, were now terrifyingly deep, churning with something resolute and horrific.
His voice was low and clear, carrying a bone-chilling coldness: "If... the nature of the 'water' cannot be changed... then, as long as the source that 'creates the sewage'—that is, all Non-Sorcerers..."
"If they are all eliminated, wouldn't that solve it?"
As his voice fell silent, the air inside the convenience store seemed to solidify.
The lazy smile on Yuki Tsukumo's face instantly froze.
She carefully scrutinized Geto Suguru before her, this young Special Grade Sorcerer.
His face was pale, with heavy shadows beneath his eyes, but his long, narrow eyes burned with a light she was very familiar with, a light bordering on obsession—an extreme craving for a certain ideal.
She herself had seen a similar look in the mirror.
"Eliminate them all..."
Yuki Tsukumo slowly repeated the words, her voice devoid of emotion, "This is indeed the fastest method to completely solve the problem theoretically. Without Non-Sorcerers, there are no negative emotions, and naturally, no Cursed Spirits will be born."
She changed tack, her tone becoming deep and complex: "But, young man... do you know what that means?"
"It means slaughtering hundreds of millions of people. It means shouldering the gravest sin in history. It means you will no longer be a protector, but a thorough 'demon'."
"Moreover, this is just one of countless possibilities, an extreme and theoretically viable hypothesis."
Yuki Tsukumo shrugged, her tone becoming light again, "My personal research direction leans towards the first two, more 'gentle' paths. After all, I quite like this world that has so many interesting humans in it."
After speaking, she picked up a can of coffee she had selected earlier and waved at Geto Suguru: "Alright, that's enough idle talk. It was good chatting with you, Geto-kun. Your idea... is very interesting."
Leaving behind that ambiguous statement, Yuki Tsukumo turned around and walked out of the convenience store with a confident stride, quickly vanishing into the night.
Geto Suguru stood alone in place, unmoving.
The cold white light of the convenience store shone on his face, making him look bloodless.
[Eliminate Them All]
[The Fastest Method]
[Theoretically Solves the Problem Completely]
Yuki Tsukumo's words, especially her failure to completely reject the idea and even her implicit acknowledgment of its "theoretical viability," echoed wildly in his mind like a spell, resonating fiercely with the dark thoughts that had long accumulated within him.
That extreme and insane idea, which had originally been nothing more than frustrated words blurted out after reaching the peak of suppression, now seemed to have found theoretical basis and a degree of "approval," rapidly taking root, twisting, and expanding.
Yes, since protecting Non-Sorcerers was so painful and meaningless, and since they themselves were the root cause of curses.
Then why couldn't he choose that "shortcut" that solved everything once and for all?
Although it was a sea of blood, an abyss.
But wasn't this endless, despairing path of constantly swallowing filth and protecting ugliness just another form of torment?
A strong, nauseating taste surged up his throat again.
That was the taste of cursed spirit orbs, the crystallization of countless negative emotions, the "filth" constantly produced by Non-Sorcerers.
It was also the symbol of the "pain" he had endured all this time.
"Ugh..."
Geto Suguru suddenly covered his mouth and dry-heaved a few times, tears welling up naturally in the corners of his eyes.
He stumbled toward the trash can, breathing heavily.
In his mind, the "Great Principle" of protecting Non-Sorcerers and the "extremity" of eliminating them tore at each other violently.
The former left him with endless exhaustion and nausea, while the latter brought a seductive sense of liberation that promised to destroy everything.
After a long time, he slowly straightened up, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth and the tear tracks from his eyes with his sleeve.
His gaze had completely changed.
The previous confusion, struggle, and pain seemed to have been replaced by an ultimate coldness and emptiness.
Not a trace of his usual gentle façade could be seen on his face, leaving only an almost inhuman indifference and resolve.
He slowly walked out of the convenience store and looked up at the heavy night sky over Tokyo.
There were no stars, only the city's neon lights dyeing the sky a murky dark red.
Like blood.
"Eliminate... them all..."
He softly chewed on the words; every syllable carried the scent of blood, yet strangely brought a twisted sense of "liberation."
Yes, if the source disappeared, curses would cease to exist.
Jujutsu Sorcerers would no longer have to endlessly exorcise Cursed Spirits, nor sacrifice themselves to protect those trouble-making "monkeys."
The pain he endured from swallowing cursed spirit orbs might, after that, no longer need to be borne.
This thought brought not fear, but a pathological calm, as if, after endless struggling, he had finally found a seemingly clear path, even if that path led to hell.
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