The scene shifts to the smiling face of the fake Suguru Geto.
"Sleep now, Gojo Satoru. We'll meet again in our new world."
"Ah, I will sleep. But Geto, you should wake up too. How long do you plan to be a puppet?"
Within the fake's body, the already deceased Suguru Geto responded, using all his remaining strength to strangle the fake's neck, the force so great it nearly twisted his own neck.
—His soul was dwindling, only muscle memory remained, yet his instincts still responded with all their might to Gojo Satoru's call, like a headless dragonfly.
Truly romantic.
Unfortunately, the deed was done, and this miracle couldn't save Gojo Satoru from being sealed in the Prison Realm.
Everything settled down.
After that, the Jujutsu world plunged into chaos. Jujutsu sorcerers fought against cursed spirits and each other. Masamichi Yaga was murdered by the Jujutsu High Administration, the Gojo family chose to play it safe, hiding in Kyoto, and the Administration concealed the truth of Gojo Satoru being sealed by an enemy, eagerly and excitedly announcing that Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto had betrayed the Jujutsu world together, permanently expelling him from the Jujutsu world.
After seeing all the spoilers, Gojo Satoru fell into contemplation.
What a mess.
"Ha... hahahaha... hahahaha..."
What to do about an unsatisfactory future?
Of course, change it.
The boy in the pool of blood swayed as he got up, tucking the cube into his chest.
His shining cat eyes locked onto a direction.
At the same time.
At a certain outpost of the Star Plasma Vessel Cult.
Toji pushed open the door, carrying the Star Plasma Vessel's corpse.
After successfully "killing" Gojo Satoru, Toji chased after Suguru Geto and the others, defeated Suguru Geto, killed the Star Plasma Vessel, and brought the corpse back to the Star Plasma Vessel Cult.
The cult's followers swarmed around him, their faces filled with ecstatic joy.
"Is that the Star Plasma Vessel?"
"It's her! Wonderful! She's dead. She can no longer defile the pure Tengen!"
"We have protected Tengen's purity!"
"Wonderful!!!"
Everyone's faces were filled with happiness, offering fervent applause for the 14-year-old girl's death.
"Good riddance!"
"She died well!"
Toji dug his ear, casually saying, "Your Tengen must need her to extend his life, right? You worship Tengen, yet you hired a killer to kill her. Does your Tengen agree?"
The Star Plasma Vessel Cult's higher-ups laughed and said, "What's there to agree or disagree about? We are the church that believes in Tengen. Of course we would consider what's best for Tengen. If Tengen merges with another body, he would no longer be pure. We killed her for his sake."
Their words were filled with a "Tengen is so clueless" attitude.
"Besides, she was just a little girl. She's no longer useful for extending Tengen's life. Jujutsu High doesn't really care what happens to her anyway. What's the big deal if we killed her?"
Toji smiled. Whatever. None of this concerned him.
He was about to receive his payment and had killed the Six Eyes. He was satisfied with this trip.
Suddenly, a series of explosions came from outside. Toji and the Star Plasma Vessel Cult's higher-ups were slightly stunned, turning towards the entrance.
With a creak, the door to the outpost was pushed open.
A white-haired boy, covered in blood, appeared outside, his shining eyes fixed on them. "Yo, old man, are you settling up for your victory?"
Toji's pupils constricted. "Six Eyes?!"
This guy, he had clearly been pierced through the head by his cursed tool, yet now he was calmly chasing after them. If it weren't for the large bloodstains on his clothes proving the previous injury was real, he would have thought the battle was just an illusion.
"Shh—" Gojo Satoru raised a finger, making a silencing gesture, his smile turning sinister. "Have you seen the beginning of the new world?"
With a bang, the Star Plasma Vessel Cult's higher-ups were instantly blown apart.
Blood splattered, and Toji slowly raised his hand, wiping the blood from his face.
Warm.
The scene fell silent.
Gojo Satoru pushed open the door and strode in, his arms outstretched, excitedly proclaiming, "Is there no one—to applaud for Riko's death?!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Run!!!"
The Star Plasma Vessel Cult descended into chaos.
At the same time.
Jujutsu High.
"!!!"
Suguru Geto suddenly woke up, the piercing screams still echoing in his mind. He gasped for breath, his forehead covered in sweat.
That was... a nightmare?
He seemed to have had a particularly terrifying dream!
Shoko, the healer, stood before him, calmly saying, "Suguru, I've healed your injuries. When I got here, you were the only one left. Where's the Star Plasma Vessel? Where's Gojo?"
Suguru Geto's face changed, and he scrambled to his feet, rushing outside. "I'll go find Gojo!"
He hurried out of the Star Plasma Vessel's Shrine, boarded a flying cursed spirit, and began searching all the Star Plasma Vessel Cult's outposts in Tokyo.
Hurry, hurry, Suguru Geto!
He visited three outposts, but came up empty. The Star Plasma Vessel Cult was like a nest of dark rats, burrowing all over Tokyo. There were too many outposts to count on one hand!
Suguru Geto's ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger. During his unconsciousness, he seemed to have had a terrifying nightmare. Though he couldn't recall the dream's content, the pain it brought lingered in his heart.
Riko's body was gone, and Gojo was gone too. They must have gone to one of the Star Plasma Vessel Cult's outposts!
Finally, upon arriving at the fourth outpost, Suguru Geto sensed the powerful cursed energy and killing intent lingering there. He immediately jumped off the cursed spirit. With a creak, he pushed open the ajar door, and the smell of blood hit him instantly.
"!!!"
He saw Gojo Satoru standing in the outpost, holding the deceased Riko in his arms, calmly waiting for someone to arrive.
At Gojo Satoru's feet lay the corpses of several Star Plasma Vessel Cult higher-ups.
Their obese bodies lay grotesquely on the ground, their breathing permanently ceased. In the distance, a wall was completely destroyed, revealing the charred remains of an unknown corpse.
A grotesque cursed spirit crawled out of the ashes.
"%#% (Mom)..."
Suguru Geto stared blankly at the blood-soaked boy in front of him, his mouth opening in disbelief. "Gojo...?"
Gojo Satoru's blood-stained face stared back at him, and after a while, the white-haired boy curled his lips into a meaningful smile and said,
"You're late Suguru."
The feeling from the nightmare, it had become reality.
Suguru Geto called Masamichi Yaga.
His head swam, his thoughts muddled, but he followed protocol, contacting his teacher first.
As he spoke, a grotesque cursed spirit clung to his foot, repeatedly calling out in its own language: "%#% (Mom)..."
Suguru Geto ignored it. He hung up the phone, only to have the body of Riko thrust into his arms.
"...?"
Gojo Satoru calmly squatted down, poking the cursed spirit on Suguru Geto's foot.
"All the high-ranking officials are dead. As for the lower-level followers, they probably ran off. I was too busy killing the scarred guy to deal with those fish. But the high-ranking officials here aren't all of them. The branch managers, executive directors, the chairman, and all the church's sponsors—they're all still out there, unpunished."
He recited the positions from Suguru Geto's kill list in the original story. Then, he looked up at Suguru Geto and smiled.
"There are so many rotten people, Geto."
Suguru Geto stared at him for a long time, then spoke with pain, "It's pointless, Gojo."
"..."
"Soiling your hands for these people is not worth it. It's pointless."
Gojo Satoru slowly stood up.
He looked down at Suguru Geto from a slightly elevated position, his smile widening. "You're lying."
" ...What?"
"Lying."
He knew Suguru Geto was suffering from these people's malice, yet he insisted it was not worth it, pointless, and that Gojo shouldn't soil his hands.