Just as Zenin Kyūjō was about to contact Gojo Satoru to relay something important, he had already made a decision he couldn’t take back.

It had been half a day since he entered the Culling Game’s barrier, and now, he finally stood at the underground station in Shibuya—the same battlefield where Gojo Satoru had fought the day before.

— — —

His eyes quickly locked onto something resting on the cracked tiles—a black cube, about the size of a Rubik’s cube, pulsing faintly with a strange energy. Kyūjō’s expression stiffened the moment he saw it.

He could feel it.

Residual Cursed Energy… the unmistakable trace of Limitless.

He slowly reached down, wrapped his fingers around the cube, and tried to lift it.

And in that moment—his expression changed.

“…What is this…?”

It was impossibly heavy.

So heavy, even his Infinity-enhanced perception couldn’t penetrate its internal structure. There was only one explanation.

This was a sealed dimensional space.

A self-contained prison.

Could it be…? Had Gojo Satoru been sealed inside this object?

And was the unbearable weight the result of Gojo’s Limitless still resisting from within?

Kyūjō clenched his jaw.

He wasn’t going to give up.

Digging deep into his strength, he poured more cursed energy into his grip.

The underground station began to quake violently. Cracks spread beneath the cube in a spiderweb pattern, the entire foundation groaning under the strain.

And then—

With raw, unfathomable force, Kyūjō lifted the cube from the ground.

He had successfully pulled the seal—still under the influence of Limitless—out from its rooted place.

But just then, his phone rang.

The screen flashed: Principal Yaga.

He answered, and from the other side came a voice—weak, hoarse, and fading.

“Kyūjō… Jujutsu High has been invaded…”

“The King of Curses… Ryōmen Sukuna… he’s been revived…”

“Yuta… he’s fallen too… killed by Sukuna…”

“The age of humanity… may be over…”

“Is this truly the return of the Curse Users’ era…? Gods… who will save this world…”

And the line went dead.

But before Kyūjō could even process it, another voice leaked through his phone speaker.

Familiar—yet twisted.

“White-haired brat, huh? Hahaha…”

“Sorry, I broke our little promise. I did say the first person I’d kill once I got out… would be you.”

“But you weren’t around when I returned. And as long as you stay in that place, you can’t stop me. Everything here… belongs to me now.”

“Scream all you like inside the Culling Game. And if you manage to crawl your way out…”

“I’ll reward you—with death.”

— — —

“…Sukuna.”

Kyūjō’s voice was cold. Steady.

“I know nothing I say will change your mind. But I’ll say this anyway.”

“Stop provoking me. Because the ending you’re imagining… isn’t how this is going to go. Don’t toy with death again.”

His words were flat. But that was what made them terrifying.

“…Are you threatening me?” Sukuna muttered, his voice low, veins pulsing on his temple.

“Call it whatever you want.”

With that, Kyūjō hung up.

He looked down at the sealed cube in his hand, then turned and began walking toward the edge of the Culling Game barrier.

— — —

He reached out, touching the invisible wall gently with his palm.

His brow furrowed.

This barrier… it was linked directly to every cursed being and every living human within the game.

To break through it from the inside—one would need power greater than the sum total of all cursed energy within.

Infinity had warned him.

But he still wanted to try.

He summoned his cursed katana.

Breathing in, he centered himself, syncing his cursed energy with his physical power. The space around him began to tremble. Microfractures shimmered in the air like spiderweb glass.

And then—

He unleashed it.

Black Flash Slash.

A thunderous explosion tore through the city. The entire Shibuya district shook.

Buildings swayed, windows shattered.

Inside the Culling Game, everything rumbled like a natural disaster.

But when the dust cleared…

Kyūjō stood motionless, expression dark.

The barrier—was still intact.

Not completely unscathed, but enough to resist him.

To survive that strike, everyone within—curses and humans alike—must have had their cursed energy drained in massive amounts.

Including him.

Doing it again would only deplete his strength further.

He clenched his jaw.

Then—his phone rang again.

A call from Sukuna.

This time, video.

A bad feeling gnawed at his chest.

Two seconds of hesitation.

Then he accepted.

— — —

The screen flickered.

The first thing he saw was Tokyo Jujutsu High—reduced to rubble.

The air was filled with smoke, flames, and blood-curdling screams.

The camera panned… to corpses.

Limbs severed. Bodies crushed. Students and teachers alike.

He recognized their uniforms.

Okkotsu Yuta. Principal Yaga. Panda. Inumaki Toge…

And three girls…

The ones he had once sworn to protect.

Even with all his mental preparation, Kyūjō couldn’t stop the fury that surged from deep inside his core.

“…Ryōmen Sukuna…”

“…You’ve done it.”

“You’re the first person I’ve met across all these worlds… all these years… to make me hate someone this much.”

“Enjoy the rest of your miserable reign.”

“Because everything you’ve done to them—every single thing…”

“…I’ll return to you. Tenfold.”

Let it all burn.

Let it all collapse.

Kyūjō’s eyes were colder than ice.

And in the deepest recesses of his mind, a terrifying idea surfaced.

To destroy this entire world.

He clenched his fist.

His phone crumbled into dust.

“I’m sorry, Gojo Satoru…”

“…It seems… I can’t keep the promise I once made to all of you.”

He looked at the cube in his hand.

And whispered something.

Then, in utter silence, Zenin Kyūjō activated his Reverse Cursed Technique from within.

— — —

An explosion of cursed energy burst forth like a roaring tidal wave, flooding the entire world in an instant.

Every living creature on the planet capable of sensing Cursed Energy froze for a heartbeat.

The tremors of that power spread across the earth—mountains quaked and erupted in fire, oceans rose and screamed into the skies, birthing towering tsunamis that swallowed the horizon…

And in the middle of it all, Zenin Kyūjō simply raised a hand and tapped his fingers lightly against the barrier before him.

In that moment, the colossal shell of the Culling Game—once shrouding all of Shibuya—shattered like glass under a divine tempest.

He then looked down at the black cube in his grasp. A slight squeeze, and thin cracks began to spider across its surface.

But…

Satoru Gojo did not emerge.

Unbeknownst to Kyūjō—after deactivating Infinity—he was no longer able to regulate the overwhelming Cursed Energy surging within him.

That unrestrained power didn’t stop at tearing open the Prison Realm. It surged inward as well… and annihilated Satoru Gojo’s body from within, leaving nothing but void in its place.

A bitter, brutal irony.

The strongest sorcerer, who had survived even being split in half by Sukuna, was now utterly and unintentionally erased—by his own student.

There was no body. Not even ash.

And outside, unaware of the destruction within, Kyūjō could only sigh as he stared at the empty seal.

“…I see,” he muttered, voice low.

He dropped the cube where it lay.

He knew it already—after invoking Reverse Cursed Technique twice in a row, his control was slipping fast. His cursed energy had broken free of its cage, and now it swelled within him like a growing storm.

There was only one path left for this world:

Destruction.

Even if Gojo had survived… it wouldn’t have mattered anymore.

The end had already begun.

In that moment, Kyūjō felt an overwhelming emptiness settle in.

But…

Even if it was all meaningless now…

One thing would never change:

Ryōmen Sukuna would die by his hands.

— — —

With a single kick, Zenin Kyūjō soared into the sky.

And in the same breath—Shibuya vanished.

Gone.

Erased from the map of Japan, leaving only a vast, gaping crater in the shape of his footprint.

Tidal waves rushed into the colossal pit, drowning everything that had once existed inside the Culling Game—life and death, hope and ruin—wiped clean.

— — —

At Jujutsu High Tokyo—

Just moments after Kyūjō ended the call, a suffocating pressure rippled through Ryōmen Sukuna’s entire body.

“…Impossible!!”

“What… is this?!”

His usual arrogance was gone, replaced by a sharp chill piercing down to his bones.

Elsewhere, deep underground, the ancient brain-possessing sorcerer known as Kenjaku felt the shift as well.

That pressure…

“…Whose cursed energy is this…?”

The plans he had laid for over a thousand years—everything—was crumbling.

“What is this!? Why does it feel like the whole planet is about to collapse?!”

And before he could finish that thought…

Kenjaku’s body was reduced to dust by the cursed shockwave.

— — —

From high above, Kyūjō gazed down at the land transformed into nothingness beneath his feet.

He shook his head.

He had broken his vow.

Sukuna hadn’t even suffered—he was simply crushed and killed alongside everyone else in Tokyo.

“…It’s over.”

“Everything… is truly over now.”

Kyūjō let out a long breath, using what remained of his will to stabilize the cursed energy bursting from within, slowly lifting himself into the sky to delay the inevitable.

But that was all he could do—delay.

Because as time passed, the cursed energy from his soul would only continue to rise. In mere hours, the planet itself would be gone.

An hour passed.

And just as the earth’s surface was on the brink of complete collapse, a voice echoed across the world.

“Young man… are you, too, seeking the path to transcendence?”

He had returned.

At the exact moment Kyūjō crushed Sukuna beneath his feet, He awakened.

But even He could not undo what had been done.

Kyūjō raised his head toward the sky, now dim and hollow.

“…Who are you? The god of this world? If so, why didn’t you stop me?”

Silence followed.

Then the voice spoke again.

“Stop you? I cannot. The ability to control all things… that is merely a human fantasy of what a god should be.”

“Young one, divinity is not determined by strength, but by truth.”

“I cannot stop you… but I can help you.”

“I can return everything to its beginning. But—are you willing to pay the price?”

— — —

“…What price?” Kyūjō asked, brows furrowed.

The voice replied:

“I can rewrite the laws of this world’s power. Just as your Reverse Cursed Technique transforms negative into positive, I can invert the very nature of cursed energy itself.”

“With this positive energy, you could heal the world… and restore every soul that perished.”

“But a restoration of that scale… may cost you your life. Will you still accept?”

Kyūjō paused.

Then spoke.

“…If that’s all it takes—then let’s begin.”

— — —

But after a brief silence, he added:

“…But if I’m reviving everyone… may I choose one person not to bring back?”

“Otherwise, all of this would be for nothing.”

Without hesitation, the voice responded:

“If you mean the creature known as the King of Curses—Ryōmen Sukuna—there is no need to worry.”

“This positive energy, like the Reverse Cursed Technique, cannot touch entities born of pure cursed spirit.”

“And once this change is complete, the world will no longer produce cursed energy.”

“In its place, a new law will emerge—built upon positive energy alone.”

— — —

“…I see,” Kyūjō whispered.

“…Then I’m ready.”

“Let’s begin.”

— — —

And in that next, silent moment—

The world changed.

Not with thunder, nor lightning.

But simply because He willed it.

Kyūjō felt it.

A different energy, entirely unlike cursed energy, flowed into him. It wasn’t hostile. It didn’t reject Infinity.

In fact, Infinity responded to it—reactivating.

And this time, he could control it without resistance.

He knew then… that the voice wasn’t lying.

— — —

The entire planet was enveloped in boundless positive energy.

From the skies, golden rain began to fall.

For three days and three nights, light cascaded upon the world.

And in that divine rain… the earth began to restore itself.

One by one, those Kyūjō had lost—his friends, comrades, students—reappeared.

Until finally, when everyone he had known had returned…

Zenin Kyūjō, completely drained, allowed his eyes to close.

“…Haaah…” the voice sighed gently.

With a whisper of motion, the ground shifted beneath Kyūjō, cradling him as he was laid to rest in silence.

From that day forward…

The world once ruled by Cursed Energy entered a new era—one without Jujutsu, and without Cursed Spirits.

— — —

The manga is over.

An ending that came a little too fast.

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