I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

Hollow Technique: [Purple].

This was a technique Satoru Gojo rarely used.

Although he had mastered it for over ten years, it almost never appeared in the public eye.

Not only because the Hollow Technique: [Purple] was a secret known only to a handful even within the Gojo Clan, but also because — in this world — no one was worthy of it.

Most battles could be effortlessly resolved with his Limitless technique alone.

For slightly stronger opponents, a Domain Expansion would render them like fish on a cutting board—waiting to be sliced apart.

Until now, there had only been one person who had ever received Purple.

And that man, known as the Sorcerer Killer, a jujutsu sorcerer killer standing at the peak of human physical potential—he couldn't evade it either.

Under a power that should exist only in fantasy, no one could walk away unscathed.

And when Satoru Gojo used this move, it meant he had revealed his final trump card—exposing his all to the enemy.

"Let the legend of the Nightmare end here!"

In a world where everything had slowed down, Satoru Gojo aimed the small sphere in his palm—charged with destructive energy—at Nightmare head.

Every thread of cursed energy flowed under his will.

And with a single thought, the seemingly stable, deep purple orb in his hand burst forth like a collapsed dam, surging toward Nightmare.

BOOM——!

Purple collided with the flexible domain, producing an earth-shattering shockwave.

But this time, the shield that had withstood over a hundred of Gojo attacks only lasted less than a second—instantly collapsing under the overwhelming force.

The unchecked wave of energy swallowed Nightmare entire upper body.

Skin, bones, flesh—everything was erased in that annihilating purple light.

And the impact didn't stop—it shot straight into the ground, carving out a deep tunnel accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Haa…"

In Satoru Gojo sky-like clear eyes, divine light sparkled—reflecting the figure of Nightmare, whose upper body had been destroyed in an instant. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking her nightgown, turning it even more crimson.

With only her lower body remaining, Nightmare quickly lost balance, staggered a few steps, and collapsed to the ground.

More blood poured from her body, along with fragments of bones and organs, dyeing the ground red.

"Gojo-sensei won!"

On the top floor of a distant building, Yuji Itadori couldn't hold back his excitement, pumping his fist in celebration.

"Even though his personality sucks, his strength really lives up to the hype."

Megumi Fushiguro, who had been worried moments ago, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had unwavering faith in Gojo strength, their opponent was the legendary Nightmare—until the final outcome, no one could be sure what might happen.

Watching Gojo initial attacks fail to breach Nightmare defense—and even his Domain Expansion getting dismantled—had made him genuinely anxious.

But in the end, the one who smiled last was Satoru Gojo.

His title as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of this era was now indisputable, and the feat of eliminating a special-grade cursed being like Nightmare only added to that title's prestige.

Confirming that Nightmare was truly dead, Nue once again grabbed both of them by the collars and brought them to Gojo side.

"Gojo-sensei, are you hurt?"

As soon as they landed, Yuji Itadori asked with concern.

"Of course not! Look at me—don't I look fine?"

Gojo casually put his black blindfold back on, the heaviness from before replaced with a playful, carefree smile.

He looked completely relaxed, as if the fight hadn't pressured him at all.

But in truth, only he knew how much stress that battle had put on him.

His Domain Expansion had been forcibly broken—something that would cost most sorcerers half their life.

Activating and maintaining a Domain consumed immense cursed energy and mental strength—like powering a machine running at max capacity.

If you forcibly shut down that machine, it would suffer severe internal damage.

For sorcerers, the brain is the most critical organ, and such damage can cause Technique Burnout.

During a burnout, the body's auto-defense mechanism activates, and all techniques become unusable.

Except Reverse Cursed Technique.

The moment he entered burnout, Gojo instinctively used reverse technique to heal himself—and seamlessly followed up with Purple, managing to eliminate Nightmare.

Even though he didn't want to admit it in front of his students—this woman called Nightmare, was without a doubt, powerful.

"Ah, what a shame..."

As if remembering something, Gojo glanced at Nightmare body and regretfully slapped his forehead.

"I should've aimed at the lower half—I still wanted to see what her face looked like."

However, the regret didn't last long.

Because he noticed that Nightmare lower body had somehow turned into a shadow, vanishing along with the blood before his eyes.

A flash of wariness crossed Gojo face.

He immediately placed one hand on each of Fushiguro and Itadori shoulders—and instantly teleported them to a safe location.

He had a very bad feeling.

"Nightmare body disappeared? Why?"

Satoru Gojo stared at the spot where the body had vanished, countless possibilities flashing through his mind.

Without a doubt, what he had just struck was the real body of the Nightmare—not some paper clone or substitute technique.

The blood that had flowed across the ground would not lie.

But for some reason, the Nightmare physical body had turned into cursed energy after death and dissipated into nothingness.

"Do you know why I'm called the Nightmare?"

Suddenly, a familiar female voice echoed from behind.

Satoru Gojo expression turned completely grave as he slowly turned around.

And then, he saw her—wearing a fox mask and dressed in a black-and-red, intricate ceremonial gown. The Nightmare stood not far away, smiling.

"Because nightmares... cannot be killed."

Her laughter seemed to come from the deepest depths of the abyss—so gentle, yet so chilling.

When it seeped into the soul, it felt as if it could freeze it, sending shivers down the spine.

Gojo stared intently at the Nightmare. His Six Eyes, which could see through all things, were pushed to their limits, trying to decipher what exactly the creature before him was.

He was absolutely certain that he had just killed her.

Yet this person before him, completely intact and radiating life, forced him to question himself.

She couldn't be an illusion. No illusion could escape the scrutiny of the Six Eyes.

And the Nightmare he had just slain had not been an illusion either. Even if the body had dissolved into cursed energy, Gojo could confirm that it had been real.

But if both Nightmares were real… then didn't that mean…

"The reason a Nightmare is called a Nightmare is because it cannot be killed…"

As that thought surfaced in his mind, a flicker of shock stirred in Gojo heart.

Like a demon that only existed in dreams, one that haunted you in sleep and from which you could only escape upon waking.

But people have to sleep eventually.

So nightmares… are immortal.

And now, the nightmare had descended into reality. The demon that once existed only in dreams was no longer confined to them.

This was the Nightmare.

A living nightmare. A demon in reality. An immortal monster.

Meanwhile, at another secret base in Tokyo, a certain someone who had just prepared a bottle of vintage '82 champagne to celebrate had his smile freeze on his face.

Ever since Yuji Itadori and the others entered the juvenile detention center, he had been monitoring everything.

When he saw the Nightmare appear and suppress Sukuna will, he didn't hesitate to inform Satoru Gojo.

After all, no matter who lost, it was good news for him.

If both died, then it would be an event worthy of national celebration.

So when he saw Satoru Gojo use the Hollow Technique: Purple to obliterate the Nightmare, even he—who had cultivated his temperament over a thousand years—couldn't help but leap up from the couch.

But just as he popped the cork on the champagne, before he could even take a sip, another Nightmare appeared.

At that moment, he strongly wished he could go to the scene himself to find out what was really going on.

Mixed with intense shock, confusion, and disappointment, a sense of relief also rose in his heart.

Thank goodness he chose to retreat strategically.

Thank goodness that on the night he first encountered the Nightmare, he had rationally abandoned two special-grade cursed spirits to retreat with his life intact.

According to his calculations at the time, to kill the Nightmare, at least seven special-grade cursed spirits would be needed as a sacrifice.

And now it seemed—even seven weren't enough!

Even if you killed one Nightmare, another would just appear!

What kind of cursed technique was this?

Shadow manipulation? Time reversal? Even resurrection?!

Could it be that, like him, the Nightmare had somehow mastered multiple cursed techniques through special means?!

"Haha... Hahahahaha!!!"

At that moment, Satoru Gojo laughed loudly.

Not because he had lost his mind in fear.

But because he was excited.

"How interesting. Things are finally getting interesting!"

Battle intent and madness were written all over Gojo face. His gaze toward the Nightmare was like that of a man who had discovered a priceless treasure.

How many years had it been?

How many years since he last faced a battle that demanded his full attention and risked his life?

In that fight with the Sorcerer Killer, he had risen from the ashes under the pressure of death, evolving from an ordinary special-grade sorcerer into the strongest sorcerer of his era.

And in this battle with the Nightmare—what might he gain?

What might he evolve into?

"You're not even the least bit despairing, and you still want to challenge me?"

Tokisaki Kurumi raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, speaking with interest, "You've used up all your trump cards, haven't you? But in that last battle, I wasn't even going all out."

"Then that's a relief. Because that last fight was boring. Now the real fight begins!"

Gojo showed no signs of retreating. Instead, he removed his blindfold, lifted his head high, and pointed boldly at the Nightmare.

"And one more thing—don't get it twisted. You're the challenger here."

Though he had revealed all his trump cards, he had also grasped some of the Nightmare abilities.

For example, destroying that sturdy pseudo-domain didn't require exhausting her cursed energy.

All it took was a single attack strong enough to exceed its threshold.

Understanding this, he realized he could kill the Nightmare again even without using Hollow Technique: Purple.

But the Nightmare still couldn't break through his Infinity!

Gojo once again entered a state of full concentration, and with a powerful kick, he dashed toward the Nightmare.

"Zafkiel: Seventh Bullet!"

The time-stopping Seventh Bullet formed at the barrel of her gun.

But Gojo didn't dodge. He faced the gun pointed at him and, like before, instantly closed the distance between them.

Black Flash!

A pitch-black flash erupted between Gojo left fist and the barrier.

This was a space distortion caused when the delay between a physical hit and cursed energy impact was within 0.000001 seconds. Like a reversed cursed technique, it was a feat only true elites could master!

And a Black Flash attack dealt at least 2.5 times the power of a regular strike!

Gojo Black Flash? Even stronger!

Almost simultaneously with the left fist landing, his right fist also struck the barrier.

Second Black Flash!

The pseudo-domain shattered instantly.

Bang!

Tokisaki Kurumi pulled the trigger.

The Seventh Bullet fired.

At that very moment, Gojo pupils constricted.

"Impossible?!"

A tidal wave of shock surged in his heart.

Because when the Nightmare Seventh Bullet made contact with his Infinity, he felt his Infinity… vanish.

The endless Infinity had disappeared?!

Seeing the shock in Gojo eyes, Tokisaki Kurumi lips curled into a smile.

Just as she expected.

When the concept of "Infinity" is forcefully halted by the concept of "Time," can it still be called infinite?

The Limitless Void was a space of limitless interior, and anyone within it would be force-fed infinite information, overloading their brain.

But what if the act of "force-feeding infinite information" was forcibly stopped?

The result: the Limitless technique would lose its intended effect.

Just like now!

The Infinity that had enveloped Gojo body was forcefully paused, leaving him completely defenseless!

Kurumi clenched her fist, pouring all her strength into it.

Then, she swung it hard at Gojo face.

Boom!

The full-force blow of a Spirit landed squarely on Gojo face.

The next moment, he was sent flying nearly a hundred meters, smashing through over ten trees before he finally regained his balance.

"I got hit?"

The shock of being struck was even more intense than seeing the Nightmare rise from the dead. For a moment, it overwhelmed his mind so much that he even forgot to use Reverse Cursed Technique to heal himself.

Wiping the blood from his broken nose and seeing the red on his hand, he finally came to his senses.

He had really been hit!

"Wanna reconsider?"

Tokisaki Kurumi wiped the traces of blood from her fist and calmly asked,

"Who's really the challenger here?"