All they heard was a loud bang, as a figure flew out of a commercial building at extreme speed, crashing straight into a shop along the street.
This was the destructive power of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
The massive impact smashed right through the concrete wall, even shaking down the plaque hanging on the adjacent wall and raising a large cloud of dust.
"He should be dead now."
Nanami Kento didn't spare the guy over there a second glance. He retracted his fist, which was wrapped in his tie, and looked instead at Nobara Kugisaki, who was stunned silly on the ground, and spoke.
"Get up. We need to go meet up with the main force."
"Understood, Mr. Nanami."
Nobara Kugisaki immediately helped Nitta Akari up from the ground and quickly followed behind Nanami Kento.
"What's wrong, Mr. Nanami?"
Nobara Kugisaki suddenly saw Nanami Kento seem to stiffen for a second. He clenched his fist hard before returning to normal, prompting her to ask.
"It's nothing. It must have been my imagination."
Nanami Kento shook his head, dismissing it as his own delusion and paying it no mind.
Just now, an oppressive feeling, far surpassing what Gojo Satoru gave him, flashed past in almost 0.01 seconds. Some terrifyingly absurd existence seemed to have descended upon this place.
Thus, for that fraction of a second, it was as if all the cells in Nanami Kento's body stopped breathing, which is why, in Nobara Kugisaki's view, Mr. Nanami's movements had inexplicably stiffened.
Yet, this almost negligible discomfort made him believe it was merely a hallucination caused by his excessive anger moments ago.
"How could this be..."
Nanami Kento shook his head. How could there be an existence in this world stronger than Mr. Gojo, one that would make him tremble even before seeing their shadow?
"Nanami?"
Kenmyo looked at the muscular, short-haired blonde man in the blue suit walking through the commotion, rubbed his chin, and immediately recalled a thin young man who used to call him Isayama-senpai.
So it was him.
After all these years, Nanami had grown into an outstanding and remarkable Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
When Kenmei arrived, he happened to see Nanami Kento use a powerful blow to send a poor soul flying, embedding him heavily into the wall.
Although that punch was not as powerful as the kick he had just used to embed Kusakabe, that Slacker, into the asphalt road, it was still decent destructive power for a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
The streetlights began to flicker continuously due to the vibration causing a circuit short.
Seeing Nanami Kento's remarkable progress, Kenmyo couldn't help but wonder what his two good friends were like in this timeline.
Gojo has already become a Corporate Drone for the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, so Geto Suguru should be doing much better than that guy Gojo Satoru, right?
Although Geto Suguru still seemed a bit naive and even had a touch of a bleeding heart in Kenmyo's eyes, after 20 or 30 years, he surely couldn't still be that innocent.
Also, in this timeline, were the strongest duo from back then still the strongest?
This couldn't help but make Kenmyo feel expectant.
"Hmm?"
Kenmyo stood on the upper floor. He suddenly heard a faint, almost inaudible movement below—the sound of fingers shifting and lightly brushing small pebbles.
He peered down and saw that the scoundrel Nanami Kento had violently knocked away in the dust suddenly opened his eyes after seeing them walk off.
So this guy was still alive.
"Faking death?"
Kenmei even thought the person below was a corpse, completely finished.
But the reality was not that simple.
Following a strange Cursed Technique fluctuation, he began to radiate vitality again, rising from the state of a corpse.
Kenmyo was instantly interested. This person's Cursed Technique might be very intriguing.
"Hahahahahaha."
Shigeta Haruta ignored the pain of his bones nearly falling apart, still uncontrollably letting out a wild and arrogant laugh.
"Yay!"
With all his teeth knocked out, his mouth whistled when he laughed.
"I turned danger into safety once again today."
Thanks to Shigeta Haruta's Cursed Technique, this guy barely survived Nanami Kento's angry punch just now.
But Shigeta Haruta hadn't been laughing for long when he suddenly remembered the thing that had brought him terrifying pressure.
He immediately wanted to struggle up, but he hadn't escaped Nanami Kento's attack unscathed.
Especially since Shigeta Haruta's Cursed Technique had sharply diminished after being locked onto by a certain existence.
Consequently, he had broken at least seven or eight ribs, and his left elbow was also fractured, hanging down unnaturally.
This instantly wiped away Shigeta Haruta's joy at having survived the ordeal. In his current state, encountering another enemy whose strength he couldn't resist meant he might perish the next second.
Therefore, this man loved bullying the weak, because there was no risk involved.
The strong are always able to arbitrarily dominate the lives of others.
"Nanami, you really are something."
Kenmyo shook his head.
"You're a grown man, yet you still haven't learned to finish the job."
Even though there was a drop of about 100 meters to the ground below, Kenmyo walked as if on flat ground, hands shoved directly into his pockets, and jumped straight down.
Shigeta Haruta, who had stumbled up only to fall flat on his face, finally managed to retrieve his knife from the rubble, intending to head out into the street to find a safe place for some simple bandaging.
But Shigeta Haruta suddenly realized that someone had appeared in front of him without him noticing.
This familiar sense of crisis meant that the Death Omen Star that had been shining above his head earlier had now fully lit up.
"Yo, trash."
A look of terror instantly appeared on Shigeta Haruta's face, and his back, which had just been soaked in cold sweat, was drenched once more.
Kenmyo was still wondering why this young man was already sweating profusely when he hadn't even made a move.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
Although the Cursed Energy of the person before him was negligible, making Shigeta Haruta feel like he was facing an ordinary person.
However, facing the person right now, he knew why he had mistakenly judged the fellow in front of him as an ordinary person.
Because the gap in strength between him and the opponent was so vast that he couldn't even register it.
It was similar to how ordinary people, before seeing a real wild tiger, confidently say, "I'll just go up and do a slide tackle."
Now, there was only one phrase:
That was, "I'm going to die."
Facing an existence like this, even breathing seemed difficult.
Or perhaps, was it truly possible to breathe?
Shigeta Haruta even felt that breathing would cause the opponent to strike him down immediately—a crisis that made his scalp tingle.
Dancing on the edge of a blade felt exactly like this—a feeling of walking on thin ice. An unprecedented, suffocating sense of death completely enveloped him.
Therefore, under the face of extreme survival instinct, Shigeta Haruta chose
the most humiliating course of action:
kneeling.
With a "thump," Shigeta Haruta, who had been standing, was now prostrate on the ground, adopting the Dogeza posture of absolute submission.
Shigeta Haruta was heavily injured, and doing this only worsened his wounds.
But when his life was severely threatened, dignity was the last thing he cared about.
Not only did he adopt the Dogeza posture, but Shigeta Haruta also, for once, abandoned his usual petty trick—his Broken Knife.
In fact, the Broken Knife counted as a Cursed Tool with a degree of sentience; when thrown, it could curve and strike the enemy from unexpected angles.
This time, Shigeta Haruta stabbed the knife into the ground to show his sincerity.
Because Shigeta Haruta knew that in the face of absolute strength, no small tricks would work.
The weak could only grovel at the feet of the strong and beg for their lives to be spared.
"Please, let me go."
Shigeta Haruta's voice trembled even as he kowtowed and spoke.
Without even needing to see his face, they knew this guy must be streaming tears right now.
It was as if he had truly repented.
Speaking of which, Kenmyo had already made two guys cry today. At least the other one was subdued by being beaten, while this one simply had no backbone.
"Heh heh."
Kenmyo scoffed. He was completely disdainful of Shigeta Haruta's clownish behavior.
If he wasn't mistaken, the person who had stabbed Miss Nitta Akari with a knife while she was on the phone was this very guy—the one who was constantly kowtowing, begging for mercy, and didn't dare look Kenmyo in the eye.
And Kenmyo indeed saw many Assistant Supervisor corpses along the way, all with several holes brutally stabbed into their bodies, causing them to die from massive bleeding.
The methods were truly cruel.
This person must have done it too.
"Crocodile Tears."
"Not worthy of sympathy."
Kenmyo clenched his right hand in the air, and the Special Grade Cursed Tool, Soul Eater Blade, appeared in his hand.
"But I'm very interested in your Cursed Technique."
Kenmyo's blade rested against Shigeta Haruta's chin, making him lift his head to look at him.
"Ha-yi?"
Shigeta Haruta hadn't yet understood what this powerful lord meant.
The next second, he found himself unable to breathe, and his entire body was constantly falling due to weightlessness.
Shigeta Haruta's eyes widened, wanting to scream loudly, but due to the strong wind rushing at him, he couldn't even open his mouth, and the flesh on his face was trembling.
He managed to turn over, but the scene before him immediately made his already panicked heart even more terrified.
"Is it an illusion?"
But the pain throughout his body was so real, it was undoubtedly reality.
Originally, in the middle of Shibuya, a huge, pitch-black bowl was inverted over the brightly lit city, but at this moment, this several-kilometer-wide 'Curtain' seemed to him to be about the size of a small car.
Shigeta Haruta knew that today was over.
It was nothing, just a free fall from 10,000 meters in the sky, without any protective measures.
Kenmyo used Spatial Teleportation Psychic Spells to bring Shigeta Haruta here, then directly threw him towards the ground in one go.
So how could Shigeta Haruta not be surprised?
One moment he was perfectly fine on the ground, the next he appeared 10,000 meters in the sky, with no ground under his feet and nothing to touch.
The panic caused by weightlessness, and the feeling of suffocation, almost made Shigeta Haruta wet himself.
His mind was already flashing through his life.
In this situation, no matter how lucky Shigeta Haruta was, it would be useless.
Without a parachute, death was certain.
His mind was blank.
As he got closer and closer to the ground, Shigeta Haruta couldn't even see that terrifying presence smiling and waving at him.
"Devil, that's definitely a devil."
Kenmyo's gentle, spring-like smile, under Shigeta Haruta's filter, had become even more terrifying and hideous than a devil's.
Shigeta Haruta stopped precisely about a meter from the ground.
Kenmyo's lips curled up, his hand grasping the guy, who almost instantly stopped in place.
And in front of Shigeta Haruta's left eye, there was a rebar exposed due to Nanami Kento's violent strike; if he went down another 2 centimeters, his eyeball would be poked out.
This was just a small stroke of luck, a trivial bit of good fortune amidst misfortune.
Although he stopped, the moment he was forcibly brought to a standstill, every inch of Shigeta Haruta's internal organs felt as if they had undergone a tremendous impact, compressed and collapsed, especially the blood vessels in his heart and brain, most of which had swelled to the point of almost bursting.
This was still the result of Kenmyo's deliberate control.
Even upside down and twitching, Shigeta Haruta's eyes were bloodshot and engorged, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs continuously gushed from his mouth, looking extremely terrifying.
He even thought he had died, so at some point, Shigeta Haruta's long golden hair had become streaked with mottled white, half his head turned white, making him look particularly haggard.
Kenmyo noticed a purple triangular tattoo appearing in the originally empty space below Shigeta Haruta's eyes.
It was the Cursed Energy fluctuation just now that allowed this guy to survive Nanami Kento's attack.
Kenmyo thought for a moment, took out a few items from his pocket, and threw them directly in front of Shigeta Haruta, who was prostrate on the ground like a dog.
Shigeta Haruta was still a bit stunned, and with hands no different from a refugee's, he tremblingly picked up the stack, his lips quivering.
"This is?"
If Shigeta Haruta hadn't been literate, he would have thought he misread the words "Supervised by the Neon Lottery Committee" and didn't understand what he wanted to do.
Kenmyo just said coldly,
"Scratch them for me."
"Yes, yes."
Shigeta Haruta dared not delay, and scratched with his bleeding fingernails; soon, three scratch cards were done.
"Did I win?"
Kenmyo inquired.
He gave Shigeta Haruta scratch cards where you win if any number is revealed, so there was no need to look for any patterns.
"Replying to my lord, I won 100,000 yen on this one, and 400,000 yen on this one."
Shigeta Haruta said in a trembling voice.
"Just as I thought."
Kenmyo just randomly picked a few scratch cards, and this guy won.
The lottery tickets placed in front of Shigeta Haruta were suddenly covered by a strange Cursed Energy and began to spontaneously combust.
When these lottery tickets burned to ashes, Shigeta Haruta looked bewildered, not knowing what had just happened, seemingly having forgotten his experience of scratching and winning the lottery.
After the lottery tickets burned away, several purple inverted triangular tattoos reappeared below Shigeta Haruta's eyes.
In response, Kenmyo raised his foot and, without any mercy, stomped heavily on Shigeta Haruta's chest.
Bang! As Kenmyo's foot landed, a deep indentation appeared on the load-bearing wall inside the nearby skyscraper, and countless cracks spread across the ground.
Despite being a fatal injury, Shigeta Haruta, after a little while, surprisingly came back to life again.
And the tattoos below Shigeta Haruta's eyes, which had been numerous, had now disappeared, but he was in a dying state, exhaling more than inhaling.
"Indeed."
Kenmyo understood; this guy's Cursed Technique was luck.
By consuming small bits of luck accumulated over time, he could form a large stroke of luck all at once, forcing himself to survive.
He was still a lucky boy.
Kenmyo's luck attribute had not increased even once after so many Simulations.
This scumbag's ability was naturally related to luck; he truly deserved to die.
Kenmyo was envious.
He was somewhat interested in this guy's Cursed Technique, but a person's Cursed Technique cannot be stripped away, which is why it's called an innate Cursed Technique, meaning an ability one is born with.
Moreover, Kenmyo couldn't transfer this guy's soul to the River of Death by killing him.
In combat, luck is undoubtedly a very important attribute.
Unconscious flaws and mistakes made by the opponent are all the power of luck.
It's such a waste that this ability to accumulate luck and convert it into great luck is in the hands of such a useless person.
As long as the mindset doesn't falter, there are always more solutions than problems.
Kenmyo thought for a moment; perhaps there really was a way to bypass the warhammer simulator's supervision, a loophole to exploit.
key of transcending time and space Equipment Hint 7: [Cannot bring any living beings from this world back to the original world; cannot devour souls through the River of Death.]
What about inanimate objects?
Kenmyo kicked the dying Shigeta Haruta, who was no different from a dead dog.
More precisely, what about an item refined by Kenmyo?
At that time, not only could it be brought back to Kenmyo's world, but it could also be legalized through certification by the warhammer simulator.
"Human alchemy, huh?"
Kenmyo stroked his chin; he had never tried to refine a Cursed Tool using a fellow human's body, which sounded taboo.
The historically famous Special Grade Cursed Tool, Prison Realm, was formed in this way.
Moreover, Kenmyo had no psychological burden even transforming fellow humans into servo-skulls, let alone human alchemy; it was a small matter.
If I can't get it from Simulation, if it doesn't give me the luck attribute, then fine, I'll create it myself.
It's better to rely on oneself than on others.
Kenmyo had even thought of the equipment's name, which was slightly different from a certain big shot's "Redemption of Destiny."
Let's call it Lucky of Atonement.