Chapter 10 8.30
At exactly eight o’clock in the evening on October 31.
Jogo, Hanami, Dagon, Choso, and Suguru Geto walked out of the tea restaurant and headed toward Hanzomon Station.
Suguru Geto wore the same Zen monk robes as always, eyes narrowed in a smile. Aside from the faint circle of stitching around his forehead, he looked almost like a normal person.
Behind him, four special-grade cursed spirits walked together. Though passersby could not see them, they all instinctively avoided them.
“Mahito always likes acting on his own… Hey, do I really have to withstand Gojo Satoru head-on for twenty minutes?”
The volcano-headed, one-eyed cursed spirit—Jogo, the strongest of the four great cursed spirits—rubbed his pale arm and confirmed with Suguru Geto, still shaken.
Before the players appeared, Jogo had once fought a great battle with Gojo Satoru, the pinnacle of jujutsu sorcerers. The result had been a total defeat!
By that lakeside, the self-important Jogo had nearly died at Gojo Satoru’s hands; even his head had been pulled off by the other party!
“Relax. Hanami will be with you, and Choso should lend you a hand as well.”
Suguru Geto waved a hand, indicating for Jogo to be at ease.
“Then you’d better seal him quickly… Gojo Satoru—I don’t want to see that guy a second time!”
Jogo’s single large eye was filled with displeasure. If the players knew that Jogo, who was practically invincible in their eyes, was actually this afraid of Gojo Satoru, their glasses would probably shatter from shock.
The four of them entered the elevator and descended deeper underground. As Suguru Geto’s arrangements took effect, a massive [Curtain] covered the entirety of Hanzomon Station.
A [Curtain] was a special barrier used to conceal techniques and cover a battlefield, possessing an effect of concealment.
Since the [Curtain] had already been lowered, the people from Jujutsu High would soon notice. As luck would have it, the one responsible for Tokyo happened to be Gojo Satoru.
Presumably, this “main course” would arrive very soon. What awaited him would be…
Suguru Geto sat on a metal chair inside the station with his arms folded, casually placing the [Prison Realm] on the ground.
The [Prison Realm] was known as the strongest sealing cursed tool. No matter what method was used, as long as one could make the target remain within the Prison Realm’s sealing range for one minute, then regardless of how powerful the sealed target was, they would be locked inside the [Prison Realm].
However, at that moment, Suguru Geto heard some rather unusual commotion.
“Hahaha, big gold, big red, I’m fucking here!”
“Snatch it again and I’ll masala you!”
“Why do you all believe what that weirdo said?!”
“If you don’t believe it, then don’t come!”
Noisy information poured into Suguru Geto’s mind. He frowned and looked toward the elevator entrance they had descended from earlier.
It would have been fine if he had not looked. But once he did, even the experienced and knowledgeable Suguru Geto was stunned.
All kinds of cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcerers were taking the elevator down, entering the station in a way that was not orderly, but extremely efficient.
They were crowded together, yet no fighting broke out. At the subway entrance above, there were even jujutsu sorcerers maintaining traffic, preventing ordinary people from taking the elevator.
By a rough estimate, seventy or eighty cursed spirits and forty or fifty jujutsu sorcerers had come down through this entrance alone.
Since when had so many cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcerers gathered in Shibuya?
Even more absurdly, wasn’t a jujutsu sorcerer’s job to exorcise cursed spirits? Hadn’t these people come from Jujutsu High?
Suguru Geto felt as though his common sense had been overturned. The veins on his forehead throbbed as he looked somewhat fiercely at the first batch of players entering the station.
“Holy shit, big gold!! Big gold!!!”
[Carrying an Umbrella but No Blade on a Rainy Night], who was running the fastest, controlled a cursed spirit as thin as a bamboo pole. He was the first to enter, and also the first to see the [Prison Realm] that Suguru Geto had tossed onto the ground.
From the players’ perspective, the [Prison Realm] radiated an unstoppable golden light. This meant that the item itself was worth a million!
Whoever could extract with it would make more than ten or even twenty times their investment from this instance!
The players went completely insane!
The cursed spirits let out shrieks incomprehensible to humans, while the jujutsu sorcerers scrambled forward on hands and feet, rushing desperately toward the [Prison Realm].
Chen Lai had not lied to them. Tonight, a major event would definitely erupt on the Hanzomon Line in Shibuya!
At this moment, the Deep Sea forum was flooded with photos of the [Prison Realm], as well as its estimated value in the Deep Sea Game.
Every Deep Sea player, even those who had not believed Chen Lai’s so-called “8:30 prophecy” at all before, now had no choice but to admit that the [major event] was probably truly about to arrive!
The [Prison Realm] would only be the beginning.
Countless penguins broke free from other great maelstroms, not even having time to shake the water from their bodies before plunging into the great maelstrom of the [Shibuya Incident] once more.
Treasure hunting, treasure hunting! A dream of becoming rich overnight! An event that would bring tremendous chaos!
“Gwah, to be able to witness such a major event—dying would be worth it!”
A jujutsu sorcerer with [Peace Mode] enabled did not participate in the scramble. He had entered the instance with fifty thousand battle readiness, and his only purpose in doing so was to record this major event.
Therefore, the jujutsu technique he bought was the designated [Camera Technique]. While livestreaming, he used the camera to record every scene before his eyes.
He watched countless players manipulate all kinds of abilities as they charged toward the glittering golden [Prison Realm] on the ground, and the camera faithfully recorded this thrilling moment.
“I’m truly sorry, but I can’t let you have this.”
Just as [Carrying an Umbrella but No Blade on a Rainy Night]’s long, thin hand was about to touch the Prison Realm, a black cloth shoe stepped on it.
Only then did the players notice Suguru Geto, who had been sitting beside the Prison Realm the entire time, yet whose presence had been extremely faint.
“Kill him!”
[Carrying a Blade but No Umbrella on a Rainy Night]’s eyes flashed with murderous light, but no one knew who had shouted those words first.
Cutting off someone’s path to wealth was no different from killing their parents. For Deep Sea players, who valued profit over life and death, this was even more true!
The next moment, techniques formed from cursed energy manifested in the narrow space. All the players turned their attacks toward Suguru Geto at once.
A dazzling array of light pollution illuminated the station brightly. Even though the human passengers waiting nearby could not see cursed energy, they still felt an indescribable sense of terror in their hearts.
And yet, facing these jujutsu techniques head-on, Suguru Geto remained unhurried. A large-boned hand extended from within his monk robes, rising upward, his palm aimed forward.
“Cursed Spirit Manipulation: Rainbow Dragon.”
A five-clawed dragon with bristling whiskers and hair and emerald-green eyes rushed out from behind Suguru Geto, sweeping its tail across like a demon god descending into the world.
In the anime, those who could withstand this move were few and far between. Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Toji had both seen it, but they were special grades among special grades.
As for the players, most of them were little rats who had entered while tightly managing their battle readiness. Even if cursed spirits were a bit tougher, at best they were only at the level of a grade-two jujutsu sorcerer.
Before the Rainbow Dragon, their only fate was slaughter.
“Gulp.”
The player using the Camera Technique swallowed and took two steps back.
The first batch of cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcerers who had entered had already been wiped out. The commotion they caused also frightened the passengers inside the station.
Suguru Geto, who was in a rather poor mood, walked forward and picked up the cursed spirit orbs dropped by the players one by one, stuffing them into his robes.
Since chaos had already been created, there was no need to wait any longer.
“Gojo Satoru. He’s here.”
Jogo’s voice came from the cursed spirit insect by his ear. Suguru Geto no longer paid attention to the countless dead and injured players. He picked up the Prison Realm and headed several steps deeper into the station.