At this moment, Mahito was already dying and no longer had the strength to resist.
He tilted his head, his eyes were unfocused, and he kept muttering, "Kill me... Kill me..."
Obviously, under the torture of Tsukuyomi, death had become a luxury for him.
Kazuma ignored his words and continued to ask, "Still being stubborn, are you going to tell me or not?!"
Huh?
Mahito opened his eyes with difficulty, full of doubt.
"???"
What exactly does he want him to say?
From beginning to end, for three whole days and three nights, he hadn't even asked anything!!!
"You didn't ask anything, what can I say?!"
Having said this, Mahito used up almost the last bit of his strength and roared in despair, tears of agony falling uncontrollably.
The thought of being tortured for three consecutive days and nights, only to realize that the other party had forgotten to ask anything...
If Kazuma had questioned him earlier, he might have been freed sooner.
Devil! He is the real devil!
"Hmm? Did I not ask? I'm sorry."
Kazuma touched his nose somewhat awkwardly.
He had been so absorbed in torturing Mahito that he seemed to have forgotten his original intention.
But it didn't matter. There was no need to sympathize with him.
"Ahem... Then let me ask you, where is Jogo?"
"You are one of the four disaster curses, so you should be able to sense his location easily, right?"
"Tell me where he is, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll let you have a 'good time'."
"It's no use closing your eyes. I can slowly burn you with the black flames of Amaterasu or forcefully open your eyelids."
Hearing these words, Mahito shuddered involuntarily, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
But when he saw the gorgeous scarlet patterns in Kazuma's pupils slowly turning again, Mahito no longer hesitated.
After sensing Jogo's cursed energy, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the dark office building in the distance.
"That's where Jogo is."
"Give me a quick death."
At the same time, Mahito thought to himself.
'Jogo, please forgive me. I really don't want to go through that kind of torture again.'
Kazuma looked in the direction Mahito pointed, thinking silently.
It seemed Mahito wasn't lying—it matched exactly with the office building in the original story.
Jogo must have found the unconscious Yuji and might have already started feeding Sukuna's fingers to him.
In that case...
Kazuma threw Mahito to the ground like trash and activated Amaterasu at the same time.
The terrifying black flames, like the fire of hell, instantly engulfed Mahito.
Since he had already given up on living, Mahito didn't resist.
In an instant, he was reduced to ashes.
Before he died, Mahito stared at Kazuma viciously and suddenly laughed like crazy.
"Hahaha! Do you think you have won?"
"Jogo has prepared a great gift for you. I'll be waiting for you in hell!"
...
Looking at the charred ground, Kazuma's lips curled slightly.
A great gift?
Indeed, it was a great gift for him.
Did he really think he didn't know what Jogo was doing?
What he was waiting for was Sukuna's awakening. Everything before this was just a warm-up.
Of course, the same was true in the original story.
The real tragedy of the Shibuya Incident officially began once Sukuna woke up.
...
At the same time
In the office building
Nanako and Mimiko were sweating profusely as they carefully pried open the mouth of the unconscious Yuji.
Then, they stuffed Sukuna's fingers into his mouth.
Behind the two women, a group of ember insects flapped their wings.
After completing the task, Nanako swallowed hard, looking at Jogo, who was smoking behind her.
She stammered, "All... all fed..."
"We've already fed him both the fingers. Let us go."
"Ha..."
Jogo exhaled a puff of smoke, put away the ember insects, and said expressionlessly, "I'll let you live for now. Stand aside and don't leave without my permission."
Based on Sukuna's personality, these two women might serve as sacrifices for him. So, Jogo had not yet killed them.
Then, Jogo took out an old box, tore off the seal, and opened it.
Boom!
A wicked and overwhelming cursed energy instantly spread across the entire room.
Nanako and Mimiko hugged each other, staring at the Sukuna fingers inside the box in horror.
After counting carefully, they found that there were ten fingers inside.
"You… are you crazy?! If you feed him so many at once, Sukuna will wake up! And then the entire country..."
Jogo said, "Shut up!"
"If you say one more word, I'll burn you to ashes!"
Jogo's goal was to awaken Ryomen Sukuna.
What did the safety of the entire country have to do with him?
Even if it cost him his own life, he didn't care.
Just now, he had sensed the complete disappearance of both Mahito and Dagon's auras.
Clearly, both of them had died at the hands of that damn Kazuma.
Now, the only one who could kill Kazuma was Sukuna—the King of Curses from a thousand years ago.
Thinking of this, Jogo began feeding Yuji the fingers.
Kenjaku had once said that Yuji was the strongest vessel that had appeared once in a thousand years.
Even if he swallowed twenty of Sukuna's fingers, he wouldn't immediately lose control of his body.
But that was assuming he ate them one per day.
If Yuji was forced to consume more than ten fingers at once, he wouldn't have enough time to adapt.
As a result, Sukuna would temporarily take control of his body.
As the cursed fingers were forced down, the cursed energy within Yuju surged, and Sukuna's signature markings appeared on his face.
This meant that Yuji now had at least fifteen fingers inside his body.
Killing Kazuma should no longer be a problem.
"Please... stop feeding him. You can't afford the consequences."
As the cursed energy intensified, Nanako and Mimiko found it difficult to breathe.
Jogo grew impatient and reached out his hand, wanting to teach them a lesson.
But in the next second, his eyes widened in shock.
His outstretched arm had been severed, and he hadn't even noticed how it had happened.
The cut was clean, and precise.
Then, a true devil's voice echoed in his ears.
"I'll give you one second. Take your hand away."