Anime Collector: Starting With the Malevolent Shrine-Chapter 179 - ⟴ The Golden Age of Jujutsu

ROOOOAAAAARRRR!!!

Jōgo watched as the Earth Dragon descended. The remaining humans and buildings within its range crumbled to dried bones in their graves.

Such raw, unrestrained power — even more curse-like than the Curses themselves. Wasn't this exactly the scene of human slaughter that it had dreamed of?

Here was a Jujutsu Sorcerer with boundless Cursed Energy, who viewed humans as mere ants and could sweep away humanity with one hand — truly the perfect King of Curses!

If Daiki weren't human but rather a curse, the Age of Curses would have already arrived. Who could stop their advance then?

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Yet he seemed like a coward. With all that power, he should have destroyed all humans, even the children. Wasn't it weak of him to bestow this destruction upon only a few?

Turning to look at Kenjaku, who was brushing volcanic ash off his clothes, Jōgo knew one thing: the man simply couldn't be trusted.

"Say, is that human Onmyōji alright?" Jōgo put away its phone and cast a meaningful look toward the boiling volcanic crater.

Though it was just the first eruption, its power had been extreme. Fortunately, Ashiya Dōman had set up three seals — the eruption had broken through the first and second binding seals. The enormous volcano's energy continued brewing, its pressure building steadily.

"Dōman? He values his life too much! If he turned his back on us, he has backup plans. No need to worry — he's survived three hundred years, after all. If he dies, so be it. The technique is essentially complete, even without breaking the third seal. As time passes, the volcano's energy will only grow stronger, making its eventual eruption even more devastating."

Kenjaku patted his head dismissively.

Jōgo remained silent, watching the brewing volcano.

Humans are made of lies — their seemingly righteous emotions and actions always mask darker motives. So what was Kenjaku's true purpose in all this busy work?

"Ah, Jujutsu Sorcerers... their Golden Age is about to begin again." Kenjaku said suddenly.

Jōgo's mascara-lined eyes flickered — in the current era, Jujutsu Sorcerers had undeniably entered their decline.

The Three Great Jujutsu Families stood as prime examples. Though they had always wielded immense influence in Jujutsu circles, these once-mighty pillars of the Jujutsu World now suffered from severe talent depletion, their numbers dwindling to pitiful levels.

Before Satoru Gojō became the Strongest in the Jujutsu World, Tokyo Jujutsu High — which symbolized the core of the Jujutsu World — had pathetically thin defenses. They even let Tōji Fushiguro single-handedly fight his way to the Star Palace. Without Tengen's barrier technique, the situation would have been unimaginably worse.

Under these circumstances, claiming the Jujutsu World would enter another golden age would seem absurd — yet now it might become reality.

However, this won't be a golden age of Jujutsu Sorcerers, but rather Daiki Tsukasa's golden age, with power rivaling the ancient god-slaying Demon Kings. Neither the Bureau of Onmyō nor the Public Safety's Devil Hunter Division could possibly contend with him — what does talent depletion matter when one person's might is enough?

Jōgo couldn't help but yearn — when would Curses be able to replace humans and claim this land as their own? They must unite all forces that can be united!

Even Kenjaku with his ulterior motives — they must unite together. Come to think of it, Kenjaku probably doesn't belong in the normal human category anymore. Should he be considered a Curse then?

Jōgo looked toward his position, only to see that the stitches on his forehead had somehow been damaged, loose threads floating gently in the breeze.

Upon noticing this, Kenjaku wet his finger with saliva, smoothed out the threads on his forehead, and skillfully tied them into a slip knot.

Jōgo's face darkened — their Curses didn't have such abstract types.

"If it doesn't work, tie a dead knot instead, so it won't come loose again later." It waved its spotted robe, offering its suggestion.

"Hahaha, it's just formality, this is a technique, not needlework. I just thought the loose threads on my forehead didn't look very aesthetic." Kenjaku laughed casually.

Not very aesthetic? Having stitches on your forehead was already quite bizarre.

Jōgo couldn't be bothered to reason with him and continued, "Kenjaku, shouldn't we look for a stronger Curse to serve as the leader of the Curses?"

The current curse leader was actually Jōgo, not Kenjaku. Although its strength was still weak, its potential was unprecedented.

"Hmm... indeed, we should look for a suitable candidate."

Daiki's sudden rise had disrupted all of Kenjaku's plans. If he encountered this Jujutsu Inspector General, he wouldn't last a single round.

If conditions allowed, he would like to have a chat with him. But considering Daiki's personality...

Better forget it. He'd probably end up as just another piece in Daiki's collection.

"Leader, I actually have a suitable candidate."

Kenjaku's words startled Jōgo, who had only brought up the topic casually.

"What do you think about Sukuna?"

Jōgo was left speechless — it had expected some profound insight, but this was all Kenjaku could suggest? Besides, even Sukuna couldn't defeat Daiki.

Perhaps it should show that crazy human the video of the earth dragon...

But what truly surprised Jōgo was that Daiki had collected all twenty of Sukuna's fingers. Was Kenjaku confident about retrieving them? Or had Sukuna left behind more than just twenty fingers?

"Oh right, besides four hands, there are also two legs."

Jōgo's muttering left Kenjaku standing there stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

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Meanwhile, in the Tokyo region, the Prime Minister swallowed hard.

When he said he would destroy it, he really had!

A towering earth dragon stretched across Tokyo like a heavenly moat, and he had no idea how to explain this to the public.

Previously, they could at least blame explosions on aging gas pipelines — but this?

After hesitating for a long time, the Prime Minister slapped his leg and decided to go along with it, thinking to himself.

'We'll call it punishment from ancient deities! Japan is full of dragon legends, so this is just another one manifesting! Since Mount Fuji is set to explode in a few days anyway, we can say these are the fireworks heralding the descent of ancient deities. At least no innocent people died — we can frame it as a warning.'

Compared to before, there was no turning back now. The forces led by the Fujiwara family wouldn't let him off easily... wait — the Fujiwara family? Didn't that old man have a great-granddaughter?

The shrine maiden to be offered to the deity was already prepared. After all, similar situations had occurred during the Heian period a thousand years ago.

Perhaps his current course of action was quite reasonable after all.

"Still need to discuss with Makima, to prevent those reserves from interfering."

As the saying goes, once you decide to lie flat, the world suddenly feels more spacious. The Prime Minister found himself viewing the earth dragon outside with newfound appreciation.

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Meanwhile, Daiki used Spatial Transference to appear beside Mei and the others.

As soon as he landed, Iroha flew at him like a koala.

"Senpai, I want to learn that thing from just now too."

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