Chapter 169

Where did your divinity go?

[The King of Curses.]

Fuyuki's voice pierced directly into the ears of Ryoumen Sukuna within Itadori Yuujin's body.

You should be broken, you should return to silence now.

[Arrogant! Such a weak force dares to attempt to destroy me.]

Ryoumen Sukuna remained unmoved, frantically channeling his power to expand his domain, but was firmly contained within Fuyuki's control.

The strength of just one finger was not enough for him to fight against the gods.

The divine power that accompanied his words began to execute with precision and began to devour his existence.

The power of words, though seemingly gentle, contains immeasurable and absolute rules.

With the permission of the world's consciousness, the newly born gods possess the only faith in this world.

The two Sukuna's violent, wrinkled forces collided with the invisible, glowing power, which quickly dissipated like melting ice and snow, unable to form a strong resistance.

Fuyuki's power bypassed Itadori Yuujin himself, the golden light in his dark eyes shone even brighter, and the burning identity card within her body gradually began to ignite her soul. Without trembling or retreating, the power precisely locked onto and entangled every corner of Sukuna's consciousness.

The gods did not want the death of this one finger, but rather the death of both sides of Sunu.

Thus, the power was completely unleashed and precisely intertwined, spreading outwards from the power touched at this moment as a foundation, seeking the existence of the two Sukuna from the same origin.

It's like trying to untangle a knot that's been tangled for a thousand years, tracing it back to its source and then untangling it bit by bit into a single thread.

Gojo Satoru stood to one side, his eyes greedily recording everything he saw. He couldn't fully comprehend Fuyuki's power, but he could observe the reactions of Itadori Yuujin and Ryoumen Sukuna under its influence.

This is a higher level of power and rules; the world agrees, the world permits, the world accepts…

"That's...unbelievable." Gojo Satoru exclaimed softly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, his eyes filled with pure curiosity and admiration.

Upon seeing the divine form, he seemed to understand why his dear friend followed him.

Such a presence, gently caressing your cheek, extending an invitation, and promising all things wonderful... is truly an irresistible cake.

Now, Ryomen Sukuna truly has a rival.

No, Ryoumen Sukuna... is completely incomparable to the power of the gods.

The strangulation continued, and fine beads of sweat began to seep from Yuujin Itadori's body. Fuyuki noticed the situation, took two light steps forward, touched him with her fingers, and quickly calmed down again.

But the boy's penis had not stopped trembling. Even though his mind had been calmed, his body had not yet recovered and was still being affected by the heavy, cold, and violent atmosphere.

Winter Tree sighed.

Two-faced Sukuna is indeed too troublesome.

"Don't be afraid, Yujin, you've fallen asleep in the most reassuring environment."

As the words fell, the body gradually quieted down, as if the culprit that had caused it to be in this state had been removed.

Are you still resisting?

【…What exactly are you?】 In the past, Ryomen Sukuna had seen people who called themselves gods, but none of them possessed such pure and irresistible power.

Sorcerers are the most active and detestable beings in every era, even though by now, gods should have been completely extinct.

This has nothing to do with you.

They are already defeated and have no right to claim the title of victor.

With a flick of her wrist, Fuyuki released the golden ID card into her palm, which she then pressed against Itadori Yuuhito's forehead.

Gradually, the curses and roars of the two Sukuna became weaker and weaker, eventually turning into a mournful cry filled with extreme unwillingness, before falling into complete silence. The forces that had rushed in all directions excitedly returned with their gifts.

Until the last trace of energy was drawn from Yuujin Itadori's fingertips, all the power from Ryoumen Sukuna condensed into a cloud of black smoke above Fuyuki's palm.

Dongshu looked at the still-resisting force in his palm. The transparent aura transformed into a shackle that firmly imprisoned it. His dark eyes regained their tranquility, devoid of sorrow or joy, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"filthy……"

Her five fingers slightly clenched, and the identity card on Itadori Yuuhito's forehead slowly melted and then merged into his body.

Seeing this reaction, Gojo Satoru suddenly tightened his grip on the chair.

"It's time to go."

Fuyuki spoke softly, but unlike before, there was no longer any power to carry out his words; only transparent spiritual energy still surrounded him.

The purest power instantly formed a perfectly round cage. The entire process was without explosions, screams, or killings.

With an action as easy as gently erasing a mistake with an eraser, the King of Curses was silently brought into the palm of one's hand.

The power that had enveloped Itadori Yuuhito disappeared, but instead entered his body right in front of everyone.

The boy opened his eyes groggily, and Dongshu loosened his restraints.

Yuji Itadori staggered, taking a few unsteady steps before finally managing to steady himself against the wall with the hand that Fuyuki reached out in alarm.

As he calmed down, he instantly felt a strange... emptiness?

An unprecedented sense of ease washed over him, and Yuuji Itadori raised his eyes to look at Fuyuki.

"Is this... the end?"

His voice was very hoarse, as if his throat had been rubbed.

"Hmm." Fuyuki righted the chair that had tipped over because of his sudden movement.

Knotweed Hisahito is confused.

He thought that the existence that could sentence him to death was already a dead end.

What was impossible to ignore, such a firm gaze, was resolved without any problem.

He flashed a bright, sunny smile, then bent his straight back deeply: "Thank you so much!"

The winter tree stood still.

That's too serious!

"It's nothing, it's nothing..." It was just her task, and she was a little overwhelmed to receive such a big thank you for doing her job.

Gojo Satoru finally let go of the poor chair. He took a big step forward and vigorously ruffled the hair of the two little ones: "Well done! Yuujin! You don't have to be executed."

He turned to look at Fuyuki, his smile still relaxed, but his tone became much more serious: "However, this time we still need to treat Sukuna as Yuujin's body first."

Dongshu nodded.

She understood.

After all, the King of Curses has a very prestigious reputation, and if she were to be dealt with easily, she would really hate the trouble that would follow.

This will also increase the workload for everyone in the citadel.

Fuyuki's gaze fell on Itadori Yuujin again, and a familiar gentleness flowed from his dark eyes once more.

"Get some rest. Next, you'll be enrolling in the High School of Spellcasting."

The identity card has been handed over. Although the power belonging to the world consciousness will not elevate him to godhood as it did to her, it will re-grant him what the child of the world should possess.

Having resolved the issue of the two Sukuna in a harmonious and pleasant manner, Fuyuki was one step closer to completing the mission. In a good mood, Fuyuki sculpted a two-faced, four-armed figure for the black smoke, and smiled shyly as she looked at the grotesque little figure inside the transparent sphere.

That would be absolutely perfect.

If it weren't for that white cat that appeared out of nowhere.

Gojo Satoru picked up the small round magic mirror and his scrutinizing gaze fell on Fuyuki.

After a long while, he leaned back on the sofa:

"Hello."

His voice was deep, with a hint of accusation.

"Where did your divinity go?"