Chapter 89: Gedo Statue
From beginning to end, it didn't even take three seconds.
Toho Hiroshi didn't even make any obvious movements; he just watched him quietly.
Three minutes?
It wasn't needed at all.
For Toho Hiroshi, who possessed the Mangekyo Sharingan and was especially skilled in genjutsu, dealing with an opponent whose specialty was not mental defense—no matter how strong their taijutsu—required only a momentary gaze to decide the outcome.
Toho Hiroshi slowly walked over to Miguel, who was frozen in place with his consciousness completely trapped in the world of Tsukuyomi, and spoke indifferently: "It seems you couldn't even last one second."
After speaking, the three tomoe in his left eye spun slightly, dispelling the genjutsu.
The moment the genjutsu was lifted, it was as if all of Miguel's bones had been removed; his legs went soft, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
He braced himself with his hands, gasping for air, his eyes unfocused and filled with the bewilderment of having survived a disaster and a fear that penetrated deep into his soul.
The torture he had just experienced, which felt like it had lasted for dozens of hours, had left his mind on the verge of collapse.
When he looked up at the figure wearing the swirl mask again, his gaze held nothing but indelible awe and fear.
He finally understood that the "three-minute" wager the other party had proposed earlier wasn't a slight against him at all, but a merciful joke.
The true gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
"I... I lost..."
Miguel's voice was hoarse and dry, trembling as he said, "According to our agreement... I... Miguel ODur... will follow your orders."
Toho Hiroshi nodded slightly and said to Geto Suguru, "It's time to go back."
Geto Suguru looked at Miguel, who was slumped on the ground, smiled, stepped forward, and extended his hand: "Welcome to the team, Miguel. You will find that today's choice might just be the right step in changing your destiny."
Miguel looked at Geto Suguru's outstretched hand, then glanced at Toho Hiroshi, who stood nearby like an unfathomable abyss, and finally, with difficulty, reached out and grasped Geto Suguru's hand.
Toho Hiroshi's figure stepped silently out of the swirl of Kamui and had already returned to the secret base of the Akatsuki organization, located deep underground.
The air was filled with stagnant Cursed Energy and an indescribable, low pulse emanating from an existence even deeper below.
He did not pause for a moment and walked straight toward the core area of the base.
Passing through layers of reinforced Barriers and corridors, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a massive underground cavern.
Standing silently here was a giant object so massive it made one's soul tremble.
Gedo Statue.
It was shaped like a withered tree with pale skin and nine tightly closed eyes, appearing like a sleeping demon god that had stepped out of ancient mythology.
Countless thick conduits, formed from pure Cursed Energy, connected to its body from all directions like blood vessels, pumping in the Cursed Energy that was being continuously drawn and plundered from the outside world.
The Gedo Statue emitted an eerie green glow, accompanied by a low roar like a heartbeat; with every pulse, the entire underground space trembled slightly.
Toho Hiroshi stood at the feet of the Gedo Statue, looking up at this ultimate weapon that existed to realize the eye of the moon plan.
The swirl mask hid his expression, but within his Rinnegan, the form of the Gedo Statue was clearly reflected, along with a hint of subtle gravity.
The accumulation over seven years—through the secret operations of the Star Plasma Cult, Mei Mei's resource integration, Yuki Tsukumo's global search, and the powerful Cursed Spirits he had personally exorcised and absorbed—had resulted in a massive amount of Cursed Energy poured into the Gedo Statue, enough to horrify any Jujutsu Sorcerer who knew of its existence.
However, in Toho Hiroshi's perception, this vast energy was still a drop in the bucket compared to the astronomical figure required to ignite the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" and cover the entire planet.
Toho Hiroshi's Rinnegan stared at the Gedo Statue's withered, tree-like massive body, his deep gaze seemingly trying to pierce through its surface to look directly at its core that devoured all Cursed Energy.
The accumulation of seven years, while seemingly vast as an ocean, was still far from enough to ignite the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" that would envelop the globe.
Conventional collection methods were too inefficient and too slow.
While the total amount of Curses lurking in this world was indeed vast, they were too scattered, and powerful individuals often kept themselves hidden.
"I need a catalyst..."
Toho Hiroshi thought to himself, "An event capable of triggering and gathering the Curses hidden in the shadows of history and those settled deep within humanity's collective unconscious on a massive scale within a short period."
In his mind, fragments of this world's "future" flashed by like turning pages—these were the possibilities he had deduced based on his understanding of the original work and the intelligence he had gathered since arriving in this world.
Geto Suguru's "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons": aimed at creating chaos by releasing a large number of Cursed Spirits, filtering out ordinary people, and creating a world for Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Kenjaku's "Shibuya Incident": using millions of hostages as a cage, aimed at sealing Satoru Gojo, disrupting the balance of the Jujutsu World, and releasing ancient Curses like Sukuna.
This incident was like throwing a boulder into a calm lake; the ripples created would be enough to shake the existing order. With a large number of Special Grade Cursed Spirits emerging and the conflict between Jujutsu Sorcerers and Curses escalating, it would inevitably generate massive amounts of Cursed Energy and Curses.
More importantly, it touched upon "Cursed Objects," the vessels that carried ancient Curses.
And the "Culling Game": a more thorough and cruel screening game.
It threw a large number of marked "players" into a Barrier to kill each other, forcibly stimulating their potential and giving birth to powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers and even more profound Curses.
This was not just an explosion of immediate negative emotions; it was pushing the participants to the brink, awakening the ancient powers and obsessions that might be sleeping in their bloodlines and souls.
It was a continuous, high-intensity "factory" for producing Cursed Energy, and the game itself might be closely related to certain ancient existences.
"A single event might bring a considerable tide of energy, but it is still not enough."
Toho Hiroshi's mind raced, a glimmer of calculation flashing in his Rinnegan, "But what if these events were connected, or even superimposed?"
The prototype of a more grand and dangerous plan gradually became clear in his mind.
He was no longer satisfied with merely collecting scattered Curses; he wanted to actively create an era, an "Era of Feast" for Curses.
Let Geto Suguru's "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" be the horn that signals the opening of chaos, intensifying social panic and providing more fertile soil for the breeding of Curses.
Tacitly allow, or even secretly promote, Kenjaku's "Shibuya Incident," using his hand to eliminate the greatest uncertainty—Satoru Gojo—while simultaneously detonating accumulated contradictions, allowing the ancient King of Curses to reappear in the world and greatly disturb the world's "balance of Cursed Energy."
Finally, at the peak, instigate or utilize the opening of the "Culling Game" to push this chaos to an institutionalized, long-term climax.
Let countless strong individuals bloom in life-and-death struggles, and let the despair, hatred, and obsession they generate become the sweetest sacrifices.
Curses from different eras—Sukuna from the heian period, the spirits of Jujutsu Sorcerers from the Warring States period, and powerful vengeful spirits born in modern times—would all be awakened, attracted, and forced to participate in this series of upheavals.
The quality and quantity of the Cursed Energy they carried would be far beyond that of ordinary Cursed Spirits.
The Gedo Statue would no longer passively absorb trickles; it would devour the monstrous waves of these artificially created "Cursed Tides" like a gluttonous beast.
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