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Deep beneath Shibuya, the twisted, abandoned tracks stretched like the intestines of a giant beast. Damp mold stains spread across the concrete pillars. The air was murky, mixed with rust, dust, and a faint scent of blood.
"Oh dear..." A light, slightly bored voice broke the quiet.
Mahito was sitting cross-legged on the cold, dirty edge of the track, resting his cheek on one hand.
"Dagon's gone, Hanami's gone, and Jogo..." He tilted his head, the stitch lines pulling into a half-smile. "Oh, he seems to be alive? But he was caught by those sorcerers. He probably won't be alive for much longer, either."
He suddenly stopped moving and turned his head, his heterochromatic eyes looking at the figure standing silently in the shadows beside him.
"By the way, who exactly is that white-haired man, Geto?"
In the shadow, Geto (Pseudo-Geto), wearing an old monk's robe, stood still. The serene smile was gone, replaced by a profound solemnity. His narrow eyes were squinted, seeming to try and clearly see an absent entity.
"Nero..." Geto's voice was low, carrying a sense of wonder and confusion. "The top idol who recently swept through Japan... A thorough and complete 'ordinary person.' In all intelligence, there is no record linking him to Cursed Energy or a Cursed Technique in any way. He is just a... celebrity who sings."
Mahito dramatically widened his eyes. "Ha?! An ordinary person?!" He shook slightly, suppressing his laughter. "Ordinary enough to slice apart Sukuna's 'Malevolent Shrine'?! Ordinary enough to forcibly chop the King of Curses back into Itadori's body? Tell me, Geto, this joke isn't funny at all!"
Geto was unaffected. He remained silent, the depths of his eyes swirling with an unprecedented fog of doubt. "Sukuna's Domain was negated by him. All the rules, all the slashes, were utterly shattered in the face of that blade light. That plain... was the realization of his power, and also the clean proof of the Domain being completely nullified!"
"Negated Sukuna-sama's Domain..." The mockery finally faded from Mahito's face, replaced by a twisted expression mixed with shock and pathological excitement. He licked his lips. "This is truly... magnificent! So twisted! So interesting!!"
He suddenly stood up, a pure, reckless look of madness flashing in his eyes: "Such a soul! Such an existence! If I could just touch his soul... if I could twist and reshape it..."
"Mahito," Geto's sharp voice cut off his near-hysterical raving. "Don't be foolish. He is the biggest 'exception' to the 'plan.' An existence possessing the power of absolute severance!"
Geto's whisper carried a chilling precision. "Before you even get close to his 'Domain of Invincibility,' your soul, along with the space you exist in, will be severed and destroyed. There is no possibility of contact!"
Mahito's excitement was instantly frozen. "Then... what do we do now?"
Geto collected his thoughts. "The variable has emerged; the situation is chaotic. The established track needs correction. We need to..."
Mahito's End
An extremely faint spatial ripple, like a dragonfly touching the water's surface, silently spread at the entrance of the underground space.
Mahito's heterochromatic pupils abruptly contracted to pinpricks! An instinctive, soul-deep chill instantly swept over his entire body!
Crack! Squish! Mahito's entire body snapped backward at an angle that completely defied human physiology, deforming into a giant, grotesque insect!
Almost in the same instant—a ghostly blue, extremely thin, sharp line, like the silent smile of the Grim Reaper, materialized out of thin air where Mahito's head had been the second before!
"Hah... heh heh..." Mahito's twisted body trembled violently. He stiffly rotated his only movable eyeball, looking at the spot where Geto had been standing moments ago. There was only an extremely subtle, almost invisible trace of spatial distortion. Geto... left! He didn't hesitate to abandon him and flee alone!
"Geto—!!!" Mahito strained his voice, a high-pitched, desperate shriek mixed with furious betrayal tearing from his malformed throat.
"I found you, Mahito."
A flat voice, completely devoid of emotional fluctuation, like a cold hammer of judgment, shattered the dead silence of the darkness and tolled Mahito's death knell.
Mahito's giant, insect-like body froze abruptly. At the tunnel entrance, his silhouette was barely outlined by the faint red glow of a distant emergency light.
Chen Tian stood there quietly, his right hand casually resting on the hilt of the Yamato at his waist. His gaze toward Mahito was like looking at... cheap rubbish awaiting disposal in a laboratory.
"No, no! You can't kill me!!" Mahito's twisted body convulsed madly.
"A Curse that twists souls..." Chen Tian looked at him, his expression unwavering. "...is the most unrecyclable garbage."
The moment the words fell! Chen Tian's hand, resting on the Yamato hilt, moved! Just a casual flick of the wrist! The Yamato was drawn! The blade traced a cold, almost imperceptible ghostly blue arc!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Chen Tian merely slashed a few times in the air in front of him with the Yamato, casually, as if dusting off a surface!
Mahito's movements—frantically twisting and attempting to activate 'Idle Transfiguration'—froze abruptly! His massive, insect-like body, along with the core of malicious intent deep in his soul, was instantly captured by an invisible, absolute cutting will!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!—!!! A cutting sound, dense enough to drive one mad, exploded simultaneously over every inch of his body, every corner of his soul! That was not a physical slash! That was space itself rejecting his existence! His "existence" was being "deleted" piece by piece.
Chen Tian didn't even spare him a final glance. The Yamato casually cut diagonally downward, then reversed and slashed diagonally upward! A ghostly blue, cross-shaped spatial rift instantly opened, leading toward the clear, cold night sky outside the tunnel.
Chen Tian stepped forward, walking toward the portal. Just as half of his body was about to disappear, his footsteps stopped. He merely turned his face slightly. His cold gaze seemed to pierce through the thick concrete, and precisely locked onto an entity lurking in the deep darkness.
Chen Tian's voice echoed clearly. It wasn't loud, yet it carried a coldness that froze space. "Do not bother me."
The portal's light illuminated half of his perfect profile. "I have no interest in your games." "Including your... Culling Game." Chen Tian's tone was flat. "I will not stop Sukuna from regaining his full power." The corner of his mouth seemed to twitch upward—a profound, derisive scorn.
"But—"
An invisible, terrifying will, capable of cleaving stars, suddenly descended!
"If you bother me... Or the people around me..."
Chen Tian's figure completely merged into the ghostly blue cross-shaped light trace, leaving only the final, bone-chilling sentence, which brutally cleaving Geto's consciousness:
"I will cleave you."
The cross-shaped spatial rift instantly contracted and vanished.
Only Mahito's massive, stationary insect-like body remained deep in the tunnel.
Crack... crackle, crackle...
Countless fine, ghostly blue cracks instantly crawled over every inch of his body!
Clatter—!!!
Like a sandcastle being pushed over, Mahito's Special Grade Curse body, along with his twisted soul core, silently disintegrated into countless shimmering blue motes of dust, silently annihilating in the dead silence of the underground tunnel.
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