章 35: LETS LEVEL UP SHALL WE
Author's Note:
I'm considering introducing a system quest for Gojo due to the current narrative challenges—especially since Gojo can't use Force abilities and finds himself outgunned in the Star Wars universe. If you have any thoughts or feedback, feel free to leave a comment or review. If the system quest doesn't resonate well, I'll remove it by the end of The Phantom Menace. If it works out, thank you for your support!
also 8000 words this time there will be a double chapter
after Gojo says his goodbyes to the group, he teleports to the Gallo Mountains outside the veil he created. As he arrives, he notices that the sky above Naboo has turned dark and terrifying, an ominous sight that immediately puts him on alert. Confused at first, Gojo quickly realizes that the cause of this unsettling change is the cup filled with goo that he had previously teleported from Tatooine. This action, meant to restore Tatooine's sky, has somehow cast a shadow over Naboo.
As Gojo processes this realization, his eyes catch sight of the very cup that caused the disturbance, now sitting innocently right beside him. The cup, seemingly ordinary yet filled with the strange goo, serves as a stark reminder of the unintended consequences of his actions. The atmosphere around him is heavy, the once serene sky now replaced by a foreboding darkness, as Gojo contemplates his next move, understanding that this situation may be far more complex than it first appeared.
Suddenly, Sukuna's voice echoes in Gojo's mind, dripping with his usual mockery. "You know, brat, I couldn't care less about your goodbyes with those fools. But this cup… it's got my attention." Sukuna's interest is palpable, his curiosity piqued by whatever power the cup might hold.
Before Sukuna can say more, Gojo raises both his hands, activating the Dharma Wheel, his eyes narrowing with resolve. Without warning, he grabs the cup and, with a swift motion, drinks all of the strange goo in one go.
Sukuna is momentarily stunned, his mocking tone replaced with genuine shock. "You fucking crazy brat! Don't go killing yourself too quickly! I'm still enjoying this new horizon and this strange new place."
As the goo flows down his throat, Gojo's mind explodes with a torrent of memories and knowledge. He suddenly realizes what he's consumed—the Font of Power mixed with the Pool of Knowledge. The immense flood of information reveals to him something he had long forgotten: before he was Gojo Satoru, he was a reincarnator, a very big fan of Star Wars , Jujutsu Kaisen and any other anime . The realization shakes him to his core, but somehow, the knowledge remains locked away from Sukuna, who is left unaware of the memories Gojo now possesses.
The Dharma Wheel begins to spin faster, emitting a series of loud, metallic CLANK CLANK sounds as it struggles to adapt to the immense power and knowledge surging through Gojo. The noise echoes through the mountains, growing louder and more intense with each passing moment—CLANK CLANK—until, finally, the wheel stabilizes, and Gojo's body adapts to the new power.
For a few moments, Gojo stands there, completely silent, as he processes the overwhelming realization of who he truly is and the power he now wields. The weight of it all leaves him speechless, the silence heavy and tense.
Sukuna, growing impatient, breaks the silence with a mocking tone. "Are your soul dead now, brat? Or did you finally realize you've bitten off more than you can chew?"
Suddenly, Gojo's face contorts with a mix of fury and disbelief. He lets out the loudest shout he's ever produced, the sound echoing through the mountains. "FUUUUUCKKKKKKK! FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKIN' FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
The sheer intensity of Gojo's scream reverberates through the air, a primal, guttural expression of the shock, anger, and sheer insanity of the situation he now finds himself in.
Meanwhile, on Abeloth's planet, the atmosphere was heavy with the dark, twisted energy that she wielded so effortlessly. Abeloth, a being of unimaginable power and chaos, was deep in contemplation, her mind reaching out across the galaxy. Suddenly, she felt it—a disturbance, a familiar presence that made her many eyes narrow with a mix of surprise and expectation.
That crazy warmonger... did he just drink the cup I experimented on? she thought, her countless mouths curling into a grimace. The cup was one of her more peculiar creations, an experiment not meant to be truly dangerous but certainly meant to overwhelm the mind of whoever consumed it. It was a concoction of chaotic energies, designed to flood the drinker's consciousness with knowledge and sensations that even she did not fully understand.
As she extended her senses, she felt the shift in the Force—a piece of the Dark Side, something she had placed in the cup, was now missing. No, not just missing—consumed, absorbed by someone who had the audacity to turn it into their own power. The realization struck her like a physical blow.
He really did it, Abeloth mused, a strange mixture of anger and dark amusement filling her. He drank it.
The thought that this might weaken her in some way flitted through her mind, but what struck her more was the audacity of Gojo Satoru—the one being in the galaxy she had come to acknowledge as her possible end. The one she wanted to kill her.
You're stronger than I thought, Gojo, she admitted silently, though her lips did not move. But why, why do you insist on playing this game? A part of her hoped that this latest act of insanity might finally tip the balance, that it might be the thing that either kills him or gives him the strength to kill her.
Oh, how I wish you could end this, she thought, the weight of her eternal existence pressing down on her. But another part of her, the part that thrived on chaos and conflict, reveled in the idea that Gojo had just made things infinitely more interesting.
Let's see what happens next, Satoru Gojo, she whispered into the darkness. Let's see if you truly have the strength to finish what we've started.
Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing was clear: the battle between them was far from over, and Abeloth was eager to see how it would unfold.
Back in Gojo's mind, the initial shock from the overwhelming flood of memories and power was quickly replaced by his sharp instincts and strategic thinking. No time to panic, he thought, forcing himself to focus. I know this verse. I know it very well. But I'm outgunned here. The Sith and the Jedi must have already sensed the disturbance, especially after my little show with the Stand creation . And now, with that exclusive broadcast... I've just painted a bullseye on my forehead.
Gojo's mind raced as he considered his options. First things first—I need to assess what I've got going for me. He decided to check on the Locacaca fruit, knowing that its properties could be crucial in the challenges ahead. With that in mind, Gojo moved swiftly, heading back inside the veil he had created over the area.
As he stepped through the veil, the oppressive atmosphere of Naboo's darkened sky faded slightly, replaced by the more controlled environment within the barrier. His eyes scanned the area quickly, landing on the Locacaca trees he had planted earlier. Most of the trees were thriving, their branches heavy with the peculiar fruit, now large and nearly ripe.
However, one tree stood out among the rest. It was larger, more imposing, and the fruit it bore was unlike any of the others. This particular Locacaca was infused with cursed energy, and the result was a fruit that radiated a terrifying aura. It was darker, almost pulsating with power, and its size dwarfed that of the other fruits.
What the hell…? Gojo thought, moving closer to examine it. The cursed energy within the fruit was intense, almost alive, and it felt like it was watching him, waiting for something. This fruit wasn't just a product of the Locacaca's natural properties; it was something more, something that could tip the scales in the battles to come.
This could be useful… or incredibly dangerous, Gojo mused, feeling the weight of the decision before him. He knew the risks involved with cursed energy, especially in something as potent as this fruit. But he also knew that in this galaxy, where he was outnumbered and facing forces beyond anything he had dealt with before, every advantage counted.
Sukuna pov
From Sukuna's perspective, the shift in Gojo's behavior was immediately noticeable. This brat… he's undergoing some drastic changes, Sukuna thought, his irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. Both in personality and in action. He's more careful now, more calculated, although he suddenly shout first like a madman , he was very pissed rather than shock . That damn cup of shit he drank—it's changed him.
Normally, whenever Gojo gained something, whether power or knowledge, Sukuna would reap the benefits as well. After all, they shared the same body, their fates intertwined. But this time, something was different. The power and knowledge that Gojo had gained seemed to be solely benefiting the brat's soul, leaving Sukuna with nothing but frustration and confusion.
What the hell is going on? Sukuna wondered, his annoyance growing. Normally, what he gets, I get too. But now, it's like… I'm being shut out.
His irritation turning into mockery, Sukuna sneered in Gojo's mind, Oy, brat, what's going— But before he could finish, everything went dark. His connection to Gojo's senses, to the outside world, was suddenly severed. It was as if he had been cut off, not just from Gojo's thoughts, but from everything.
What the…? Sukuna's confusion quickly morphed into rage as he realized what had happened. That fucking brat! He wasn't just being ignored—he was being actively sealed away, pushed into the deepest recesses of Gojo's soul. The realization hit him like a blow, and the thought of being trapped in this isolation made his fury boil over.
You think you can get rid of me that easily, brat? Sukuna seethed, his voice echoing in the darkness of his imprisonment. I will get you for this!
Despite his rage, Sukuna knew that for the time being, he was powerless, trapped in the depths of Gojo's soul. But he wasn't one to accept defeat lightly. He would bide his time, and when the moment came, he would make Gojo pay for daring to lock him away. The brat had won this round, but the game was far from over.
Enjoy your little victory while it lasts, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna thought with venomous determination. Because when I get out of here, ill mince meat you to bits .
Gojo Pov
After Gojo confirmed that Sukuna had been successfully shut away in a deep part of his mind (temporarily), he turned his attention back to the enormous Locacaca tree before him. The sheer size and the intense cursed energy radiating from it immediately reminded him of Sukuna's infamous bath, the ritual he used to suppress Megumi's soul and take full control. However, this galaxy had no cursed spirits, at least not in the traditional sense Gojo was familiar with.
If Sukuna used that method to dominate Megumi, Gojo thought, then maybe I can adapt something similar here to keep Sukuna suppressed and gain an advantage when I talk to him. There were no cursed spirits here, but he had this giant Locacaca tree…
His mind raced with possibilities as he examined the massive tree, particularly the fruit it bore, which was infused with a terrifying amount of cursed energy. The fruit seemed to pulsate with potential, a living embodiment of power just waiting to be harnessed.
What if I cut off some parts of this giant tree and create a pool of cursed liquid? Gojo mused. The idea of immersing himself in such a pool, similar to Sukuna's bath, was tempting. It could provide him with a unique way to strengthen his own cursed energy, refining it further and making him even more formidable in this galaxy where he was already an anomaly.
But as his thoughts turned to the cursed Locacaca fruit itself, a new realization struck him. With his Six Eyes, he could sense the fruit's deeper potential—its ability to create custom binding vows. The cursed energy within the fruit wasn't just powerful; it was flexible, capable of forming binding vows that were as dangerous as they were rewarding.
This fruit could create custom binding vows… Gojo thought, his interest piqued. The more dangerous the vow, the greater the rewards. It's almost like a system quest in a game. The possibilities were endless. He could set up vows that would push him to the brink but offer unimaginable power or abilities in return.
Gojo's mind was already working out the details, considering how to best utilize this newfound resource. A pool of cursed liquid to enhance my energy, and binding vows from the cursed Locacaca fruit… It was a risk, but one that could give him the edge he needed, especially now that he had made himself a target in this galaxy.
I'll have to be careful, he reminded himself, knowing that the rewards of such a system came with equally high risks. But Gojo Satoru was never one to shy away from danger, especially when the potential gains were so great.
Determined, Gojo decided to consume the fruit. Using his Barrier of Infinity, he compressed the large fruit—roughly the size of a human—into a marble-sized orb. With a resolute expression, he swallowed the compressed fruit and began to formulate a binding vow.
As Gojo formulated the binding vow, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, he felt a shift in the atmosphere around him, as if the very fabric of reality had acknowledged the weight of his decision. His eyes widened slightly as ethereal words began to materialize in the air before him, glowing faintly with a strange energy. It was like something out of a video game, akin to the systems he'd seen in stories like Solo Leveling.
In large, bold letters, the announcement appeared:
[QUEST INITIATED]
Objective:
Shut down Sukuna's connection to the outside world permanently within one hour.
Penalty for Failure:
Immediate death.
Reward:
??? (To be revealed upon completion)
The words floated above his head, visible to him as if they were a part of his own perception, an eerie and surreal reminder of the stakes involved. The countdown began, the system-like interface ticking down the minutes as Gojo felt the pressure of the task weighing on him.
So this is what it feels like… Gojo thought, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He couldn't help but find a certain thrill in the challenge, the high stakes making every decision crucial. It was a game—one where the price of failure was his life, but the potential reward was beyond anything he could imagine.
With a deep breath, Gojo focused his energy, feeling the cursed power within him surge as he prepared to tackle the challenge head-on. The ethereal words hovered around him, guiding him forward, and he knew that whatever happened next, he would face it with the full force of his power and determination.
Time was ticking, and Gojo was ready to play.
With a deep breath, Gojo began constructing the bath. He moved swiftly, using his cursed energy to slice through the enormous Locacaca tree. As he cut into the tree, thick, dark liquid began to seep from the wood, almost as if the tree itself was bleeding. The liquid was rich with cursed energy, pulsating with the same terrifying power that had infused the cursed fruit.
Gojo carefully collected the liquid, using his Blue technique to lift chunks of earth from the ground, creating a massive basin that would serve as the bath. He poured the cursed liquid into the basin, watching as it filled up, the black liquid swirling ominously within the confines of the makeshift bath. The bath itself was a strange and eerie sight—dark, viscous liquid that seemed to absorb all light around it, radiating an intense aura of cursed energy.
The bath was ready, but Gojo knew that simply immersing himself wouldn't be enough to completely shut Sukuna off from the outside world. The process would take days of continuous immersion, which was impossible under the circumstances. But then, an idea struck him—a memory of that crazy sumo wrestler who had fought Maki. The sumo had used a non-lethal domain expansion, and within that domain, time operated differently. What felt like days inside the domain might only be minutes or seconds in the outside world.
If I can wrestle with Sukuna while submerged in the bath, I might be able to speed up the process, Gojo thought, his mind racing. But there's a guaranteed chance that Sukuna will try to kill me. No, he will definitely try to kill me.
A twisted grin spread across Gojo's face as the plan solidified in his mind. Non-lethal domains, especially the one that sumo created, require both parties to agree on a single purpose, he thought, satisfied with the choice. Which is exactly what I want.
With the countdown ticking, Gojo stripped off his student uniform, carefully setting it aside. These clothes are still precious to me, he mused, knowing that he couldn't risk damaging them. Naked, he stepped into the cursed bath, feeling the cold, thick liquid envelop him as he submerged himself completely. The cursed energy within the liquid began to intertwine with his own, amplifying his power and setting the stage for what was to come.
As Gojo prepared the domain that would require both parties to agree on a single purpose, he turned his focus inward. He began the ritual to open the cage that had been used to bind Sukuna, the barrier that had kept the King of Curses locked away in the deepest part of his mind.
Sukuna, sensing the sudden shift, was immediately on guard. Confusion flickered through his thoughts as he realized what was happening. Then, he heard Gojo's voice, mocking and taunting.
"Oy, Fraudkuna," Gojo called out, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Let's throw hands."
Sukuna's confusion turned to blinding rage. This brat… he thought, his fury boiling over. With a roar that echoed through the depths of Gojo's mind, Sukuna's presence surged forward, his voice filled with venom.
"I'm going to kill you, brat! Right here, right now!"
The domain solidified around them, the cursed energy of the bath amplifying their confrontation. Both parties had agreed on a single purpose—combat, pure and simple, ( added one more rule that both parties cant use their domain in the non lethal domain which sukuna didn't know that ). The rules were set, and there was no turning back. Gojo grinned, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination.
The battle between Gojo and Sukuna was about to begin, and this time, the stakes were higher than ever.
The domain solidified around them, the cursed energy of the bath amplifying their confrontation. Both parties had agreed on a single purpose—combat, pure and simple. The rules were set, and there was no turning back. Gojo grinned, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination.
The battle between Gojo and Sukuna was about to begin, and this time, the stakes were higher than ever. As Gojo scanned the domain he had created, he noticed that its size mirrored that of the bath pool—compact, yet potent. This was good; it meant that the cursed energy would be concentrated, heightening the intensity of their clash.
Without warning, Sukuna, seething with rage, activated Domain Amplification and launched a powerful punch at Gojo. However, Gojo's reaction was instantaneous. He easily evaded Sukuna's attack with fluid grace, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk. In a blur of motion, Gojo countered with a Black Flash punch, the impact resonating with the full force of his refined cursed energy.
The punch connected squarely with Sukuna, sending the King of Curses crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact. Gojo stood there, momentarily surprised, his smirk fading as he took in the sight before him.
"Huh?" Gojo blinked, genuinely puzzled. The once-unstoppable Sukuna, with his hulking form of four arms, four eyes, and two mouths, had been knocked down by a single punch. "This Hulk wannabe got knocked out by me? Well, that's… good news, I guess."
Gojo, still in a state of mild disbelief, turned his attention to the domain's properties. As he continued to scan the area, he noticed that within his own body, the domain appeared like a never-ending ocean—vast, deep, and seemingly infinite.
"Huh, interesting," Gojo mused, his curiosity piqued. "Looks like this domain is more flexible than I thought. An endless ocean… that's a nice touch."
Realizing that Sukuna was still down, Gojo decided to wait for his adversary to regain consciousness. After all, the battle wasn't truly over yet. Sukuna was far too resilient to be taken out so easily, and Gojo knew that the real challenge would begin once the King of Curses was back on his feet.
As he waited, Gojo took the opportunity to further assess the domain, ensuring that everything was as it should be. The ocean-like expanse within his body intrigued him, and he knew that mastering this new environment could give him an even greater edge in the fight to come.
But for now, he would be patient. The game was far from over, and Gojo was ready to see what Sukuna would bring to the table once he woke up.
As Gojo waited for Sukuna to regain consciousness, his mind wandered to the possibilities within this newly crafted domain. The endless ocean surrounding him sparked an idea—something unconventional, but fitting for the situation.
"Hmm, how about I use some training techniques inspired by Speck from Baki?" Gojo mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "If I reinforce certain parts of this ocean to make it heavier, and then swim through it in my butterfly form, it should give me some serious muscle gain. After all, Mahito did say that soul and body are alike."
Gojo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he focused on manipulating the cursed energy within the domain. With a wave of his hand, he began reinforcing parts of the ocean, making the water denser and heavier in specific areas. The ocean around him responded to his will, the water thickening and the pressure increasing, creating a challenging environment even for someone of his caliber.
"Alright, let's crank up the intensity," Gojo muttered to himself. He then used his cursed energy to generate powerful currents within the ocean, setting them against him at a staggering speed of 80 kilometers per minute. The currents roared to life, churning the water into a formidable force designed to push Gojo to his limits.
Satisfied with the conditions he had created, Gojo shifted into his butterfly form—a technique that allowed him to move with unparalleled agility and grace. With a deep breath, he plunged into the ocean, feeling the resistance of the heavy water and the fierce currents pressing against him.
As he swam through the ocean, Gojo could feel the strain on his body, the weight of the water and the force of the currents challenging every muscle. But instead of being overwhelmed, he embraced the challenge, pushing himself harder with every stroke.
This is perfect, Gojo thought, a determined smile on his face as he powered through the water. Not only will this strengthen my body and soul, but it's also a great way to pass the time while I wait for Sukuna to wake up. And when he does, I'll be even stronger than before.
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But as he swam through the heavy waters, another realization began to dawn on him. It had been 12 hours within the domain, and still, Sukuna had not woken up. Gojo paused in his movements, floating in the thick, dark water as the thought hit him.
Wait a second… Gojo's eyes narrowed as he mentally reviewed everything he knew about Sukuna's current state. Shit. He's just one finger now. I forgot—King of Frauds now rather than King of Curses!
Gojo slapped a hand to his forehead, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickering across his face. Of course he's not waking up. With just one finger's worth of cursed energy, he's probably exhausted from that single punch I gave him.
Realizing this, Gojo floated in the ocean-like domain, contemplating his next move. He could continue to train, further amplifying his strength and refining his techniques, but now that he understood Sukuna's weakened state, the urgency had lessened.
I guess this is what happens when you forget you've reduced your enemy to a fraction of his former self, Gojo thought with a chuckle. King of Frauds, indeed.
Suddenly, Gojo sensed a shift in the energy around him. His eyes narrowed as he realized that Sukuna was waking up. But instead of the anticipated aggression, Sukuna merely sat, floating above the water, a contemplative look on his face. His usual menacing demeanor was still there, but something was different this time.
"Brat," Sukuna began, his voice dripping with disdain, "it seems that shit cup gave you something. And that Abeloth bitch from the star--" His words suddenly get interrupted by gojo
Gojo, still swimming through the dense water, couldn't help but grin and interruoted Sukuna's words. "Hey, that crazy bitch—if she gets released, we're fucked, you know. I know more about her than anyone in this galaxy or in our world."
Sukuna's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something in his gaze—perhaps respect, or maybe just acknowledgment of the truth in Gojo's words. He floated silently, seemingly processing what Gojo had said.
"You always have a plan, don't you, brat?" Sukuna finally said, his tone less mocking and more measured than usual. "But this isn't just about you anymore. That Abeloth… if she's really as dangerous as you say, then this galaxy is in for a hell of a ride. And you think you can handle it?"
Gojo's grin widened, but there was a seriousness in his eyes as he replied, "I don't just think I can handle it—I know I can. But I'm not stupid enough to do it alone. Whether you like it or not, we're stuck in this galaxy together. And trust me, Sukuna, I've got more tricks up my sleeve than you can imagine."
Sukuna remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he stood up from his floating position, his feet barely disturbing the surface of the water.
"We'll see," Sukuna said, his tone carrying a hint of challenge. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to play nice just because we might share a common enemy. When the time comes, I'll still be coming for your head, brat."
Gojo's expression hardened as he stopped swimming, standing on the water's surface to face Sukuna directly. "No, that's not possible," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "There's only one outcome that will come out of this: I consume you, or you consume me. There's no cooperating when we're up against a crazy bitch like her. When the rest of those 19 fingers are consumed, one shall stand, and one shall fall."
Sukuna's eyes widened for a split second before a wide, sinister grin spread across his face. His laughter started low, then grew into a maniacal roar that echoed through the domain. "AHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The sound was both chilling and exhilarating, a testament to the dark excitement that the prospect of their inevitable confrontation brought to Sukuna. The idea of such a final, decisive battle seemed to delight him to no end.
"I knew I chose the right brat to take over!" Sukuna exclaimed between bouts of laughter. "This is going to be more fun than I ever imagined!"
Gojo didn't flinch, his gaze locked on Sukuna's, unwavering. "You're right about one thing, Sukuna," he said, his voice calm yet filled with an unshakeable determination. "This is going to be fun. But remember, when the time comes… I'll be the one standing."
"And Sukuna," Gojo added, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, "I remember you saying I'm the worst vessel you've ever had. That was when I was about to jump from the Tatooine moon, wasn't it?"
A flashback played in both of their minds.
Flashback:
Inside Gojo's mind, Sukuna had watched in confusion as Gojo stood on the edge of the Tatooine moon, his body battered and bruised. The wounds were severe, yet Gojo didn't activate the Dharma Wheel to heal himself. Sukuna, with his vast knowledge of cursed techniques, knew that those injuries should have killed any ordinary person.
"Brat, you didn't heal yourself using the wheel? That wound should have killed you," Sukuna sneered, his voice laced with disbelief and irritation.
Gojo simply smiled, the pain from his wounds barely registering in his cool demeanor as he prepared to leap back to Tatooine. The wind howled around him, carrying the dust of the moon as if heralding his descent. Sukuna, still trying to comprehend what Gojo was doing, suddenly realized the truth: Gojo had chosen not to heal himself, leaving the battle scars visible as a testament to the fierce fight he had endured.
"This is the worst vessel I've ever had," Sukuna muttered mentally, utterly perplexed by Gojo's actions. Yet, as the realization settled in, even Sukuna couldn't help but find the situation absurdly amusing. He laughed darkly within Gojo's mind, recognizing the sheer ridiculousness of his vessel's decision. Gojo's refusal to heal was not out of carelessness but rather a defiant choice to showcase his resilience, no matter how reckless it seemed.
End of Flashback:
Back in the present, Sukuna's grin widened even further, if that was possible. "Ah, yes, I remember that," he said, his tone dripping with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You are the worst vessel I've ever had… but you're also the most interesting."
Gojo chuckled, the memory bringing a strange sense of camaraderie despite the inevitable conflict between them. "I guess that's one thing we can agree on, Sukuna. But remember, no matter how interesting you find me, I'm not planning to be your vessel forever."
Sukuna's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "Then we'll just have to see which of us is left standing in the end, won't we, br—"
Suddenly, he was interrupted by Gojo, who casually cut him off with a dismissive, "Yeah, yeah, King of Frauds."
The casual remark hit Sukuna hard, and his eyes flared with fury. Before he could respond, Gojo, with a smirk, suddenly tossed something at him. Sukuna instinctively caught it, and as he glanced down, his rage only intensified. In his hand were 8 of his fingers, each pulsing with cursed energy.
"Are you fucking with me?" Sukuna snarled, his voice thick with disbelief. Gojo then taunt him "Do you want that finger or not, huh?!"
Blind with rage, Sukuna didn't hesitate. He shoved the remaining fingers into his mouth and swallowed them, feeling the overwhelming surge of cursed energy as the power of his complete form began to return. His aura erupted around him, the domain trembling under the weight of his fury.
"You've made a grave mistake, brat!" Sukuna roared, his anger manifesting in a surge of fiery energy. "Divine Flame—Open!"
With a wave of his hand, Sukuna unleashed a torrent of red-hot flames, the sheer intensity of which could incinerate anything in its path. The firestorm rushed toward Gojo, intent on burning him to a crisp.
Gojo, however, was unfazed. He stared at the incoming flames with a deadpan expression, as if bored by the display of power. "That won't hurt me," he muttered to himself, his mind already working on a more interesting plan.
With a swift motion, Gojo brought both hands together, summoning the Dharma Wheel behind him. The wheel spun rapidly, its ancient symbols glowing as it adapted to the cursed flames, neutralizing their heat and fury.
But Gojo wasn't done. A more intriguing idea had struck him. How about I summon Mahoraga and pit him against Sukuna? he thought, a grin spreading across his face.
Without hesitation, Gojo lunged at Sukuna with Blue, the technique pulling Sukuna toward him with irresistible force. As Sukuna was pulled in, Gojo jabbed him with a precise punch, sending the King of Curses reeling. Sukuna's flames misfired, scorching the distant horizon instead of their intended target.
Gojo, now ready for the next phase of his plan, began to prepare the ritual. With a deep breath, he called out, "With this treasure, I summon the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga!"
The domain shook as Gojo completed the ritual, and Mahoraga, the fearsome Shikigami, materialized before them. Its presence was overwhelming, a towering force of destruction.
Gojo knew what was coming. As per the ritual's termsand binding vow , Mahoraga would strike him first during the initial subjugation. He steeled himself, knowing that this was necessary for the battle ahead.
With incredible speed and power, Mahoraga's fist collided with Gojo's head. The impact was cataclysmic, sending Gojo hurtling through the air with unimaginable force. He soared over the endless ocean that made up the domain, the vast expanse of dark, churning water stretching out infinitely beneath him.
The sheer power of Mahoraga's punch sent shockwaves across the ocean's surface, causing massive waves to ripple outward in every direction. Gojo's body finally crashed into the water, the force of the impact creating a massive explosion of spray and leaving a crater-like depression in the ocean as he sank beneath the surface.
For a moment, everything was still, the only sound being the roar of the ocean as it began to settle. Then, slowly, Gojo rose from the depths, his body breaking the surface of the water as he floated there, blood trickling down his face. The grin never left his face, even as he wiped the blood from his brow, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration.
"This is going to be fun," Gojo muttered to himself, the thrill of the battle igniting something deep within him.
The endless ocean around him seemed to pulse with energy, the water alive with the power of the domain. Far in the distance, Mahoraga stood tall, its presence dominating the horizon. Sukuna, now fully aware of the seriousness of the situation, hovered above the water, his eyes locked on both Gojo and the fearsome Shikigami.
The domain trembled under the weight of the impending clash, the ocean churning as the three titans prepared for battle. The vast, endless sea that stretched out before them would be their battlefield, the waves themselves witnesses to the epic confrontation that was about to unfold.
Gojo, still floating in the water, took a deep breath, his mind focused and his body ready. This battle was unlike any other, and he knew that both Sukuna and Mahoraga, with their relentless aggression and unmatched power, would likely focus on killing each other first. After all, it was in their nature to destroy whatever stood in their path.
Realizing this, Gojo decided to take advantage of the situation. They'll tear each other apart before turning their attention back to me, he thought with a smirk. Might as well keep training while I wait.
Without further hesitation, Gojo resumed his intense Speck-inspired training, reinforcing the water around him to increase its density and resistance. He began swimming through the endless ocean once more, his body moving with precision and power as he pushed against the heavy currents he'd created. The sensation of the water pressing against him, the resistance testing every muscle, was exactly what he needed to keep sharpening his abilities.
As he swam, time seemed to blur. Hours passed, but Gojo was in his element, his mind focused entirely on his training. It had been 72 hours since he'd summoned Mahoraga, and in the distance, he could still hear the sounds of battle. The clash of Sukuna's laughter mixed with the terrifying roars of Mahoraga echoed across the vast ocean, the two titans locked in a relentless struggle for dominance.
They're really going at it, Gojo mused as he paused for a moment, treading water and glancing toward the distant horizon where flashes of light and energy lit up the domain. He could see the occasional invisible dismantle fired by Sukuna, and even from this distance, he could hear the monstrous shouts as they exchanged blows.
But rather than being drawn into their conflict, Gojo simply shrugged and continued his swimming. Let them kill each other off. I've got my own training to do.
The endless expanse of water was the perfect environment for his exercises, and Gojo was determined to use every minute to refine his strength. The battle in the distance was nothing more than background noise to him, a reminder that the true test would come later.
He pushed himself harder, the resistance of the water increasing as he swam against the powerful currents. Each stroke through the dense liquid felt like swimming through molasses, but Gojo welcomed the challenge. His muscles burned with exertion, his cursed energy humming in sync with his movements as he continued to push the limits of his body and soul.
As Gojo continued his relentless training, swimming through the dense waters with increasing intensity, he suddenly sensed a change in the atmosphere. His sharp instincts kicked in, and he paused, treading water as he turned his gaze toward the horizon. There, emerging from the fading echoes of battle, was Sukuna.
The King of Curses was walking toward him, his figure battered and wounded. His body showed the signs of a brutal fight—his heart was missing, his left arm gone, yet he was still standing, his third arm on the right side of his body pointing directly at Gojo as he approached. His footsteps were steady, even on the surface of the endless ocean, each step creating small ripples in the water.
Sukuna's eyes burned with fury as he locked onto Gojo. "You still swimming?" he growled, disbelief and annoyance dripping from his voice.
Gojo, floating in the water with a deadpan expression, casually responded, "Duhhh, yeah, King of Frauds."
The nonchalant reply only seemed to fuel Sukuna's anger. He stopped a few meters away from Gojo, his aura flaring as he prepared to unleash a world dismantle . "you too arrogant brat !" Sukuna snarled. He then began to gather his cursed energy, preparing a series of devastating techniques. "Scale of Dragons… Recoil… Twin Meteor… World—"
But before Sukuna could finish his incantation, Gojo's lips curled into a grin. The expression on his face was one of pure confidence, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment. "Too late," Gojo said, his voice low and calm. "The bath was successful."
Suddenly, the domain around them seemed to shift. Sukuna's eyes widened as he felt an immense force pulling at him from within. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—he was being sealed, drawn into the deepest recesses of Gojo's mind.
"No… You fucking brat!" Sukuna roared, his voice echoing through the vast ocean. His form began to waver, his body being dragged down into the darkness, unable to resist the powerful seal that Gojo had set in place.
Gojo, still grinning, watched as Sukuna struggled. "See you later, Fraudkuna," Gojo said with a mocking wave. "Hope we can play Monopoly later."
Sukuna's form was almost completely submerged now, his final words a furious shout that reverberated through the water. "FUCKING BRATTTTTTT!"
With that, Sukuna was sealed away, his presence completely vanished from the domain. The ocean around Gojo grew calm, the tension of the battle dissipating as the realization of his success sank in.
Gojo floated there for a moment, the silence of the ocean comforting after the chaos. He had done it—he had successfully sealed Sukuna, at least for now. The King of Curses was locked away deep within his mind, unable to cause any further havoc.
With a satisfied sigh, Gojo leaned back, floating on the water's surface. "Well, that was fun," he muttered to himself, a hint of exhaustion creeping into his voice. But he knew this was only a temporary victory. Sukuna would eventually return, and when he did, the battle would begin anew.
For now, though, Gojo could rest, knowing he had won this round. The endless ocean around him was peaceful once more, a stark contrast to the intense battle that had just taken place. He closed his eyes, letting the gentle waves carry him as he prepared for whatever came next.
As Gojo floated peacefully in the endless ocean, his eyes closed and his body relaxed, a familiar sensation tugged at his consciousness. He opened his eyes slowly, and to his surprise, a screen materialized in front of him, glowing with ethereal light, much like the ones he had seen in Solo Leveling.
[QUEST COMPLETED]
Objective:
Shut down Sukuna's connection to the outside world permanently within one hour.
Penalty for Failure:
avoided
Reward:
Force Bond Breaker (My Favorite One): This technique allows the user to sever the connection between a Force user and their ability to call upon the Force, rendering them completely powerless for a duration ranging from 3 to 60 seconds. The duration depends on how deep and strong their connection is. For example, it lasts a minimum of 3 seconds for those with deep bonds with the Force, such as Master Yoda.
Activation: Through direct contact with the target.
Limitations: The bond break is temporary and doesn't work on beings who were created by the Force (e.g., Anakin, Darth Vader, the twins from Acolyte, and Luke Skywalker).
Gravitational Alteration Curse (Bow Down Peasants): This technique allows the user to alter the gravitational field around them to counter telekinetic abilities, making it difficult for anyone to lift or move objects. Additionally, this can force individuals to kneel or go face down on the ground.
Activation: Drawing upon energies from the environment using a ritual, the user changes the gravitational pull.
Limitations: The effect is localized and requires significant energy to utilize, making it difficult to sustain for extended periods.
THANKS SOLARISSS
Optional/Secret Reward:
Sukuna's 9-Finger Fight with Mahoraga: Make Sukuna fight Mahoraga with only less than 10 fingers to troll him. This challenge has been successfully completed.
Last Reward:
Open System Inventory and Shop.
Gojo's eyes widened slightly as he read through the list of rewards. Force Bond Breaker, a technique that could sever someone's connection to the Force, sounded incredibly useful, especially in a galaxy filled with Force users. The thought of rendering someone like Yoda powerless, even for just a few seconds, brought a smirk to his face.
Gravitational Alteration Curse, on the other hand, could make his enemies literally bow down to him. The idea of countering telekinesis and forcing powerful beings to the ground was both amusing and strategic. He could see plenty of applications for this in the battles to come.
But the most curious of all was the optional reward—Make Sukuna fight Mahoraga with only 9 fingers. The fact that it was a troll reward made it even more satisfying. Gojo couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Sukuna's frustration as he was forced into a fight against Mahoraga in such a weakened state.
And then there was the final message: Open System Inventory and Shop. The screen before him blinked, and a new option appeared, prompting him to open the shop.
Is this really like Solo Leveling? Gojo thought, his curiosity piqued. Without hesitation, he mentally selected the option to open the inventory and shop, eager to see what new tools or items he might gain access to.
As the shop interface opened, Gojo scanned through the available items and abilities, his mind already racing with possibilities. The system seemed to offer everything from enhancements to new techniques, each with its own unique applications. He could feel the excitement building as he explored the options before him.
"This is going to be fun," Gojo muttered to himself, his grin widening as he began to make his selections. If Sukuna thought he had problems before, he has no idea what's coming next.
The endless ocean around him continued to ripple gently, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of ideas and strategies now forming in Gojo's mind. With these new rewards at his disposal, he was more confident than ever. Curious about how much he had changed and improved, Gojo paused his mental planning and decided to check his current physical state.
Gojo's eyes narrowed as he focused inward, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins. The sensation was overwhelming, yet he remained in perfect control. Slowly, he began to move, each stroke through the dense water allowing him to assess the changes in his body. He could feel the power in every muscle, each one finely tuned and sharpened from his intense training and the battles he had endured.
His arms, once powerful and defined, were now bulging with even more pronounced muscle. Every flex, every movement, displayed the raw strength that had been honed to near perfection. The veins that ran across his forearms were more prominent, a testament to the enhanced blood flow and the sheer physical prowess he had gained.
His chest was broader, the muscles sculpted like granite, each breath expanding his ribcage with ease, revealing the immense lung capacity he now possessed. His shoulders were rounded and powerful, providing the perfect balance between strength and mobility. Gojo could feel the latent energy coiled within them, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.
His abdomen, once lean and muscular, had become even more chiseled, each muscle carved into a perfect six-pack that rippled with every movement. The core strength he had developed was evident, providing him with stability and control even in the most chaotic situations. His obliques were more defined, the sides of his torso showcasing the raw physical power that now resided within him.
His legs, strong and agile, were even more muscular than before, capable of incredible bursts of speed and power. Every step he took sent a ripple through the ocean, the water parting as if in awe of the sheer force he now wielded.
As Gojo moved through the water, he couldn't help but smirk. His body had transformed into a perfect weapon, a testament to the endless hours of training, the intense battles, and the relentless drive to become stronger. The physical improvements were undeniable—each muscle was now a masterpiece of strength and endurance, perfectly suited for the challenges that lay ahead.
The subtle feeling of power surging within him was exhilarating. Every fiber of his being was now enhanced, each muscle group working in perfect harmony to create a physique that was not only aesthetically impressive but also functionally superior. Gojo was no longer just the strongest sorcerer—his body was now a reflection of the immense power he wielded, ready to face whatever came next in this unpredictable galaxy.
As Gojo continued to revel in the power and control he felt within his newly enhanced body, he decided to push himself even further, eager to explore the limits of his newfound strength. But just as he prepared to dive deeper into the endless ocean for more training, something unexpected happened.
The domain began to tremble, subtle at first, then more violently. Gojo's sharp instincts kicked in, and he immediately realized what was happening. The fabric of the domain, which had served as his training ground, was starting to unravel.
"Ah, fuck," Gojo muttered under his breath, his frustration evident. "Maybe I should have asked Sukuna to play Monopoly instead."
Before he could react further, the domain shattered completely, the endless ocean disappearing in an instant. The sensation of falling through space gripped him for a moment, before he abruptly found himself back in his real body
Gojo sat up slowly, still submerged in the bath ritual he had created within the domain. The liquid around him, now thick and dark from the ritual, clung to his skin as he regained consciousness. The domain had been a battlefield for his soul, a place where he had confronted Sukuna and secured his victory, but now he was back in the physical world, still sitting in the cursed bath he had constructed.
As the remnants of the domain faded from his mind, he realized that the liquid surrounding him was the cursed substance he had used to create the bath. It was still clinging to his skin, covering him completely. And yes, he was very much naked, having left his clothes behind before entering the ritual.
"Ah, so I'm back here," Gojo muttered to himself, glancing down at the thick black goo covering his body. "And still naked… well, that's just perfect."
Despite the mess, Gojo couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The ritual had been successful. Sukuna was sealed away till gojo open his cage again , and more benefit the outside world is cut off from sukuna vision and senses , and he had gained new power in the process. The rewards were more than worth the inconvenience of being covered in this cursed liquid.
He carefully stood up in the bath, the liquid slowly sliding off his muscular frame, revealing the results of the intense training and battles he had endured. His body was now even more defined, his muscles honed to near perfection, a testament to the power he now wielded.
Gojo stepped out of the bath, black goo dripping from his body, and looked around. The environment was still his own creation, but now that he had completed the ritual, it was time to move on.
"First things first," Gojo said with a smirk, looking down at himself. "I need to get cleaned up and find some clothes. Being naked and covered in cursed goo isn't exactly the look I was going for."
With a quick burst of cursed energy, he activated his Blue technique to lift the goo off his body. As the cursed substance was peeled away, Gojo opened his system inventory, curious about what it might offer him. To his surprise, a set of clothes materialized in front of him, neatly folded and waiting to be worn. Along with the clothes came a brief message, written in an elegant script: "Become the honored one once again, Gojo Satoru."
The clothes were a perfect fit for him. The outfit consisted of a black, short-sleeved, tight-fitting shirt that clung to his now even more muscular frame, showcasing the definition in his arms, shoulders, and chest. The shirt was simple but functional, emphasizing his strength without being overly flashy.
The pants were loose, white martial arts-style trousers that allowed for maximum mobility. They were tied at the waist with a black sash, ensuring they stayed secure during any intense movement or battle. The fabric was light and breathable, perfect for someone who valued both comfort and practicality in combat.
To complete the ensemble, there were a pair of black, sturdy shoes that looked durable yet lightweight, designed to provide stability and grip whether on solid ground or in a more fluid environment.
As Gojo put on the new outfit, he couldn't help but admire how well it suited him. The combination of the black shirt and white pants created a striking contrast, emphasizing his presence and authority. The outfit was both stylish and battle-ready, perfectly reflecting his identity as the strongest sorcerer.
The message that accompanied the clothes lingered in his mind—"Become the honored one once again." It was a reminder of his role, his power, and the expectations that came with it. Gojo smirked, feeling the weight of those words, but also the thrill of living up to them.
Fully dressed and ready for whatever came next, Gojo gave one last glance at the bath and his student clothes before turning away. The ritual had served its purpose, and now it was time to move forward.
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