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Wu Tiao Wu ignored his student; all his attention was focused on Zhou Ye. His "six eyes" were frantically sending him information, but the feedback was always blank.
He couldn't "see" the other person's magical power.
You can't see anything at all. It's like looking at a rock, a tree, or an ordinary person who is as ordinary as can be.
But how is that possible? An ordinary person who can instantly erase the domain of life and suppress Su Nuo?
This sense of contradiction made him feel an unprecedented...danger. It reminded him of Fuheishener, who had once stabbed him in the back and then opened his heart to him.
"first meet."
Gojo Satoru's tone remained relaxed, but his body was already in a state of high alert.
"My name is Gojo Satoru. May I ask your name? Also, that... Sky Dome something-or-other group you mentioned earlier, is it a newly formed comedy troupe?"
He tried to probe the other party's background with words.
Zhou Ye looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him, a look of interest appearing on his face.
"Oh? You're the one with the highest combat power? Six eyes, limitless spells... Not bad data model."
He looked Gojo Satoru up and down, as if admiring a rare collectible. "As for us, you can think of us as... the new property management company."
He stretched out his hand, pointed to himself, and then to the whole world.
"The management of this building (Earth) (the world of spellcasting) was terrible before; it was full of garbage (spell spirits) and dangerous items (spell objects). So, we came here."
"Now, I declare that we have officially taken over all the lungs here."
"Including you, Gojo Satoru."
As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze.
For the first time, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face slowly disappeared.
Chapter 336 The Strongest in This World VS The Sharp-Tongued One from Another World
The night wind whipped up dust, swirling it across the broken grounds of the juvenile academy. The invisible pressure emanating from Gojo Satoru's entrance mingled with the detached aura of Zhou Ye and his group, creating an eerie balance.
Gojo Satoru finally shifted his gaze from Zhou Ye to the figure in black combat gear behind him. He knew that face all too well.
“Maki,” his voice still carried that flippant tone, but those who knew him well could detect a hint of sharpness hidden within it.
"Shouldn't you say something?"
Zenji Maki's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. The knuckles of her fingers, which were gripping the special-grade spell tool, turned slightly white. Her lips moved, but she found that her throat felt like it was blocked with a wad of cotton.
What to say?
Would you say, "Thank you for taking care of me all this time, Mr. Gojo"?
Or should you say, "Sorry, I have a better option now"?
The man before her was one of the few people in the world of sorcery who truly cared for and helped her. It was he who, despite pressure from higher-ups, arranged for her and her sister, Zhenyi, to attend a vocational high school; it was he who, more than once, shielded her from the malice and difficulties posed by the Zenin family. She had never forgotten this kindness.
But...that's all.
Gojo Satoru is the "strongest," but he's only one person. He can protect them for a while, but he can't change the entire corrupt system. She and Mayi are like two pieces of duckweed in a storm, Gojo Satoru is a reef that they can occasionally stop on, while Zhou Ye is like an aircraft carrier that has arrived directly, promising to completely level this stormy sea.
This multiple-choice question doesn't need to be answered at all.
Just as Maki was caught in a dilemma and fell into silence, Kasumigaoka Utaha's lazy yet slightly teasing voice rang out, like a precise scalpel cutting through the stagnant atmosphere.
"Gojo-kun, why make things difficult for a girl who is determined to change her fate?"
She gracefully stepped out from behind Zhou Ye, arms crossed, looking like she was enjoying the drama.
"The persecution of those two sisters by the Zen family hasn't been a recent thing, has it? Haven't those so-called higher-ups been tacitly condoning it all along? I bet they've already written their script. Find an opportunity to send you, their strongest asset, abroad to handle some emergency, then casually drop a false intelligence, sending the Zen sisters on a doomed mission. Finally, announce to the world, 'Ah, what a pity, the two young ladies of the Zen family, though exceptionally talented, ultimately succumbed to the cursed spirits due to insufficient strength.' What a perfect closed loop, both resolving the family's stain and maintaining the authority of the higher-ups, isn't it?"
Every word Shiyu uttered was like a needle, precisely piercing the place in Gojo Satoru's heart that he least wanted to touch.
His smile vanished completely.
Because he knew that Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't just speculating, but speaking of a bloody reality that could happen at any moment. He thought of his dearest friend, the man who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with him, shouting for change in the world of jutsu. Wasn't it precisely because he saw through the corruption and darkness of this system, saw through the incompetence and indifference of those high-ranking "old oranges," that he ultimately embarked on that dead end, going against his own path?
He could protect his students for a time, but not forever. He could suppress the curse, but not eradicate the human heart that breeds it. This sense of powerlessness was the greatest irony of his status as the "strongest."
Zhou Ye looked at the silent Gojo Satoru, took a step forward, and calmly spoke:
"So, want to give it a try? Experience firsthand the meaning of our existence and the changes we are about to bring."
His words contained no provocation, only statement. It was as if he were inviting Satoru Gojo to visit a model of a new world.
Gojo Satoru raised his head, his gaze, hidden by the eye patch, seemingly piercing through everything, locking onto Zhou Ye once more. His nonchalant aura returned, a wide grin spreading across his lips, filled with dangerous excitement.
"Alright! Perfect, I want to see just how capable you bunch of guys who suddenly appeared out of nowhere really are!"
His magical power began to surge, distorting the surrounding air. Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki Nobara instinctively took a half-step back, their faces grave. They knew their teacher was about to get serious.
However, Zhou Ye didn't even change his posture; he simply turned his head and gave instructions to the literary girl beside him.
"Shiyu, I'm leaving it to you."
"Yes, Chairman."
Kasumigaoka Utaha responded, her face displaying a complex expression that mixed with excitement at "finally it's my turn" and disdain at "another troublesome matter to deal with." She took a few steps forward and stood opposite Gojo Satoru. A thick, ancient-looking black codex, its cover composed of shimmering, iridescent data patterns, appeared out of thin air in her hand.
It was Zhou Ye who created this artificial artifact for her – the "Book of a Thousand Laws".
While this artifact had some use in the DXD world, it was mostly against monsters or low-level cannon fodder gods, always leaving her with a frustrating feeling of "using a supercomputer to do addition and subtraction." Now, however, she was about to face the world's undisputed pinnacle of combat power. This made every literary cell and fighting spirit within her scream and boil.
She wanted to use this battle to prove to everyone, especially to that seemingly omnipotent man, that she, Kasumigaoka Utaha, was not just a pretty face who could only depend on him!
Gojo Satoru stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha as she emerged, slightly taken aback. He had anticipated all sorts of opponents, even the possibility of facing all four of them simultaneously, but he never expected them to send out a woman who appeared to be completely defenseless.
"A woman? And that book... is it a cursed artifact?" He tilted his head, examining Shiyu and the book in her hand.
"Alright. But let me make this clear first, I'm not a man who knows how to be gentle with women. Once we start fighting, I won't hold back."
His words were filled with absolute confidence, a confidence stemming from his reputation as the "strongest".
Upon hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha gently stroked the cover of the "Book of a Thousand Laws," raised her eyes, and a glint of wisdom and cunning flashed in her red eyes. She adjusted her non-existent glasses and responded with a smile in her uniquely elegant voice, capable of driving someone mad:
"Please begin your performance."
For a moment, Gojo Satoru felt as if he were facing not an enemy, but an extremely strict professor about to review his thesis. This feeling was incredibly exhilarating.
"The field expands..."
No, it hasn't come to that yet. Gojo Satoru instantly suppressed the urge to use his ultimate move. The safest way to deal with an opponent whose strength is unknown is to test him with his absolute defense.
[Unlimited Technique] - Activation.
Between him and Kasumigaoka Utaha, an invisible, intangible, yet absolutely insurmountable "infinity" existed. Any attack attempting to approach him would be trapped within this eternal distance, its speed decreasing until it came to a complete stop. This was his divine technique, the foundation of his invincibility.
He watched Kasumigaoka Utaha with a leisurely air, wanting to see how she would solve this unsolvable problem.
However, Kasumigaoka Utaha merely turned the first page of the [Book of a Thousand Laws]. On the page, countless purple data runes flowed like a waterfall, eventually converging into a complex three-dimensional magic circle.
She didn't launch any attack. No energy blasts, no curses, not even a trace of magical energy. She simply uttered a single word in her clear, melodious voice.
"The first code defines space as: [adjacency]."
hum-
An invisible wave spread out from her center.
Gojo Satoru's "six eyes" instantly detected the anomaly. He saw that the space between him and Kasumigaoka Utaha was neither compressed nor distorted. However, some kind of higher-dimensional "rule" had been forcibly written into this space.
The ground beneath his feet and the ground beneath Kasumigaoka Utaha's feet, in terms of the physical definition of "space," are still more than ten meters apart. But in terms of the logical definition of "rules," they are forcibly set as two "adjacent" points.
what does this mean?
Before he could figure it out, Kasumigaoka Utaha had already raised her hand, as if touching the air in front of her.
Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a warm, soft, and slightly cool finger gently poking his cheek.
Then a rune mark appeared on his cheek that he didn't even know existed.
!!!
Gojo Satoru was struck dumb, instantly teleporting dozens of meters backward. For the first time, the nonchalant expression on his face turned into pure shock.
His "no bottom line," his absolute defense, were... ignored?
No, it wasn't ignoring. His "six eyes" frantically analyzed everything that had just happened. The other person's fingers hadn't broken through "infinity," because logically speaking, there was no "infinity" between them that needed to be broken!
She doesn't break the rules with force.
She directly modified the rules themselves!
"How can this be?"
Fushiguro Megumi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He understood better than anyone what Gojo-sensei's "no limits" meant. It was an absolute barrier!
"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? That woman touched Gojo-sensei's face?"
Kugizaki Nobara also looked incredulous.
Only Zhou Ye nodded in satisfaction. Kasumigaoka Utaha's growth was significant, stemming from her understanding and mastery of "space" and "time," far surpassing her rudimentary approach to Jujutsu Kaisen. Against a Jujutsu user like Gojo Satoru, who relied on his innate talent and possessed a certain arrogance, she was practically a natural nemesis.
Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her hand, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. She parted her red lips slightly and uttered a comment that sent Gojo Satoru's blood pressure soaring:
"Hmm, a very interesting firewall. Unfortunately, it has vulnerabilities at the protocol layer."
Chapter 337 The World's Strongest Being Brutally Beaten
"A vulnerability in the protocol layer?"
The protocol layer is what ordinary IT workers often talk about regarding network security. I never imagined that my own techniques would be considered a network security vulnerability.
Gojo Satoru felt that his worldview was being dismantled and reconstructed in an unprecedented way.
His prized "Unlimited Technique," which he considered perfect and an absolute defense based on the Achilles paradox, was, in his eyes, nothing more than a "firewall" with "loopholes"?
This is no longer a provocation; it's a devastating blow to the very foundation of his entire power system.
"You guy..."
Gojo Satoru's magical power began to coalesce at an unprecedented speed. He no longer harbored any thoughts of testing the waters; the woman before him was a true "monster" whom he had to deal with with all his might.
"Spell in sequence [Azure]!"
He raised his hand, and a blue sphere of light, radiating a terrifying allure, formed in his palm. It wasn't mere energy, but rather space itself, forcibly compressed to its extreme. Wherever it touched, all matter was mercilessly sucked in, compressed, and annihilated. This was the ultimate manifestation of the power of "attraction."