Chapter 51 Bullying My Boyfriend

Time goes back ten minutes.

The moment he realized the end of the world was when Geto Suguru saw the Hollow Shiki blooming like brilliant fireworks in the sky above the port area.

Anyone who can completely absorb a Hollow Form of Gojo Satoru's power is definitely not an ordinary person.

Not to mention——

that powerful pressure.

The sky seemed to be wailing for the extinction of mankind, raining down painful tears of blood, dyeing the entire cloud red. From the clouds that were as clearly shaped as cotton candy to the endless water ripples in the distance, every place was bloody and terrifying. It can almost be called a miracle of world destruction. The blood mist floating in the air like residual blood is a powerful wave of cursed power that resonates with the souls offered by 107 sorcerers.

Not to mention -

the red silk threads were woven into a powerful and terrifying barrier like a dragnet, twisting and winding along the golden Kagura family crest beneath their feet, crawling towards their feet.

The air was filled with the terrifying smell of blood, mixed with the despair and pain after the burning of the karma fire, hovering above everyone's head.

Xia Youjie, who had briefly empathized with her at the moment the ritual was performed, reached out to stop the slightly worried Ijichi Jie Gao and shook his head at him.

"Don't go over there, you will die."

A hint of confusion flashed in Ijichi Jie's eyes behind his glasses.

He saw an indescribable emotion in the eyes of the black-haired special class in front of him, then he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he regained clarity.

"Retreat."

"What? What about Mr. Gojo?"

Geto Suturu looked back at Ijichi Jieko, his tone somewhat melancholy: "The worst outcome is that none of us can resist her, and then there will be a carnival of slaughter of all mankind; one of the few possibilities is that Satoru can solve this problem."

Ijichi Jieko, who understood the deep meaning of Geto Suturu's tone, widened his eyes instantly: "Mr. Suturu, what do you mean...?!"

Geto Suturu led everyone to the forefront, and his curse spirits guarded the sorcerers and auxiliary supervisors like guardians, "Except for Satoru, no one can stop her from becoming a god. We are here, which will only cause trouble for Satoru."

After all, that guy Gojo Satoru -

without Kagura Mio, he is the strongest alone.

If Gojo Satoru were standing here now, he would probably think that what Geto Suguru said was really right -

because he had to admit that the woman in front of him was the most powerful and difficult enemy he had ever seen.

She possesses the most perfect technique, an absolutely rational personality, and the most suitable body (Mio Kagura). She has maxed out almost every skill point within the human range.

This absolute superior strength was enough to force Gojo Satoru to admit that

she was very strong, even stronger than Sukuna.

Tsk.

The white-haired man let out a long sigh, staring at the technique with a little bit of interest in his eyes.

The next second, the cursed power erupted.

The bloody world seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and time collapsed in that second.

Gojo Satoru casually lifted the hair in front of his eyes and formed a seal with one hand. The "immovable wisdom" belonging to Acala seemed to have seen through countless demons and monsters in the world and all kinds of human nature. An intense light burst out along with his spell power, just like the strongest level of magic power with millions of sparks in the legend, which uprooted the entire Roppongi altar like a whirlwind.

His shamelessness isolated him from the world. The countless smoke and dust could not hinder his actions. He stepped on the ground and flashed by like lightning. He stared at the technique in front of him in a state of detachment from the world in the sky above Roppongi.

The Fudoji, the State of No Self, and the Divine Pure Land that he realized in the battle with Sukuna in Shinjuku are all ways to strengthen the existence of his own unlimited techniques - only when one is truly empty enough, enlightened enough, and has let go of the past and the mundane world can one enter a state of meditation.

This kind of enhancement is a leap forward in the spiritual realm for Gojo Satoru's No Bottom. The stronger his mental state is, the higher his understanding and adaptability to No Bottom. It can be said that Gojo Satoru has reached the limit of human beings, but the problem is that

the existence of the technique itself is 100% adaptability.

Humans combine their own cursed power with the existence of spells, and continue to understand and improve their adaptation to become stronger. This is how the sorcerers who continue to evolve through enlightenment come into being.

However, the existence of the technique has stood at the end of everything from the very beginning, even an end that humans cannot reach in theory.

Her existence is the strongest.

Even Gojo Satoru will become stronger in battle, but the technique is different. She is a perfect human being and the existence that best represents God and order.

So -

at the moment when Gojo Satoru's Void Style exploded like a purple ball, hundreds of blood-red threads had already entangled Gojo Satoru's body without him noticing!

The woman in front of him had a faint smile on her face, as if she felt there was no need to fight this battle. She sat lazily on the silk threads hanging in the air.

She yawned, and looked at Gojo Satoru in front of her as if she felt something was wrong. She didn't even intend to speak. The red thread was like a burning fire in her heart, burning all the attacks in front of her!

The virtual style that was powerful enough to destroy the world actually burned completely in front of her!

It’s really... tricky.

Gojo Satoru licked the corner of his mouth, his hair fluttering in the air, and his six eyes that were enough to see through everything in the world were full of divinity. The sharp jawline of an adult man has long since shed his past childishness, making it surprising to realize that in some ways, he has actually grown up so much.

He was still wearing the college uniform, but his temperament was particularly lonely.

He subconsciously raised his right hand, and the blue cursed power instantly condensed into a barrier, but the next second, those silk threads, as if they had seen through his moves, instantly entangled his wrists, ankles, waist and abdomen -

"Tsk."

He raised his eyebrows, and his six eyes moved quickly, trying to find a flaw in the gap to counter, but the magic formula just chuckled: "You probably don't understand? The reason you can counter is because you are standing on the same level. But--"

"You and I obviously don't fit this situation."

She laughed morbidly, watching her magic formula like a bloody light that split the silent night, the fund entangled Gojo Satoru's body, like a strange spell entangled along the veins, and hung Gojo Satoru high in the air - he was like a white eagle with a broken blade, entangled and oppressed by these red silk threads, kneeling there passively.

The moment his cursed energy was suppressed, he felt for the first time the muscles all over his body trembling subtly.

When he came to his senses, Gojo Satoru discovered that some time had passed -

at least that's what his slightly sore knees told him.

What did he just say to her?

Oh, he said "You are Kagura Mio" and then this guy denied it.

Gojo Satoru laughed somewhat dejectedly and self-deprecatingly.

He was obviously not talking about her, but about

Kagura Mio, who grew up with him, who would persevere even in pain and sadness, and who had an absolutely firm personality.

Mio Mio...

"Oh? Are you giving up?" The technique spun in a circle, with a hint of boredom in her tone.

"How is that possible?" Even though he was at a disadvantage, Gojo Satoru still maintained his strongest composure and rolled his eyes at the technique. "Is this your ability? You spent half a day and only got one technique?"

He tried to find more of her flaws and techniques.

Jushi stared at Gojo Satoru for two seconds, then shrugged with a bit of disdain and sighed, as if he was taming a stupid dog.

"You have so many spells and so many rules, essentially because your mind is not 'pure' enough. The adaptability is not high enough, so the shortcomings of the spells are needed to strengthen it. I am already perfect, so I don't need so-called complicated and numerous spells."

She blinked gently, watching the flames on her fingertips bloom like spring flowers.

"But if you're curious, I can show you."

She's really bored alone, okay? Even though this guy’s level is not that good, he is still the strongest among humans except her -

oh, these weak humans.

She generously revealed her technique to Gojo Satoru: "My technique is called Red Silk Binding, which is like a burning heart fire. It can bind, burn and defend. Simply put, it is a perfect entity. But essentially, the most powerful essence of Red Silk Binding lies in the heart--"

"You probably don't know, her heart is empty."

"The heart is considered the position of fire according to the five elements of the human body, right? My silk thread is best at binding a person's heart from the inside out, and then little by little..."

"I am the technique itself, and the existence of the technique is me."

The dull pain in his chest did not seem fake. Gojo Satoru was born with six eyes, which were enough to help him stay conscious.

At this moment, he suddenly realized the meaning of the so-called binding of the heart - the most powerful point of the technique is that it can find the inner weaknesses of human beings and burn the other person's heart.

"A technique to pry open people's fears, obsessions, and self-doubts..." Gojo Satoru sighed softly. No wonder Kagura Mio, a guy with such a strong willpower, was trapped for so long without a solution.

What would kill others with one strike, had coexisted in her body for twenty-eight years, suppressed and controlled by her -

"What a genius."

Not sure if he was admiring Kagura Mio or himself, Gojo Satoru raised his head and curled the corners of his mouth towards the technique.

The young man's eyes, glowing with a light blue light, are the way a god sees the world.

Those are the eyes of God, eyes that see through everything and then willingly be bound by the one you love.

So he——

could not harm her while she had Kagura Mio's body.

Perhaps from a certain perspective, Gojo Satoru knew their ending, but at least now, he still wanted to look into his lover's eyes again.

So he just chuckled and said calmly: "Unfortunately, your technique is too compatible with mine."

Technique: "?"

Under the red thread of karma fire, the man's body was tightly wrapped. From the neck to the knees, every part of Gojo Satoru's body was tightly wrapped with silk threads. The opponent continued to inject cursed energy through the silk thread in an attempt to make him surrender, but even though it was painful, Gojo Satoru still looked calm and composed.

He smiled, and his tone of voice, which was the most confident and assertive, was like the sunshine that tore through all the haze, strong and high-profile.

"Okay, okay, Mio Mio, so you like this?"

"Although I originally wanted to tie you up like this... but if you like it, I can do it too?"

Jushi was so absurd that she laughed: "You sorcerers are really good at having fun."

She could still laugh even in such a scenario. She wanted to sigh to herself how optimistic this guy was - why didn't he sigh to God? Because she is God.

Because of the layers of binding, Gojo Satoru's muscular thighs were highlighted along the trouser legs. The top button of his clothes was pulled down a little, and the clear lines of his collarbone were faintly visible.

His movements were so restrained, but his expression was nonchalant enough, as if he had seen through everything long ago.

The voice he spoke was always casual and seductive, as if he was joking with someone: "Okay, okay, Mio Mio."

He knelt on the ground, but looked down at the woman in front of him who had absolute initiative, with a smile on his face.

"Wake up soon, Teacher Gojo misses you so much~"

"I miss you so much... my blood is boiling and I'm ready to have sex anytime."

It's not just blood boiling, he's almost suffocated.

Seeing him talking trash for a long time, Shu Ji raised a sarcastic smile, as if lamenting his overestimation of his own abilities, "Are you kidding? Stupid guy, your lovely girlfriend can't come back."

But the next second.

It was as if the red thread was cut by something, and a powerful cursed force with a resonant breath rushed towards him. Jushi's eyes widened instantly, and then he felt his body go out of control, and he couldn't help but say those words -

"You are the only one bullying my boyfriend?"

? !

How is that possible? !