While Ray and his daughters enjoyed the morbid spectacle of Jack toying with Jogo, the other Chat Group members were busy collecting Sukuna's Fingers across Japan.
Until suddenly…
[User (Ray) has initiated a public livestream.]
[Kazuma]: Damn. Poor bastard. He landed right in the Admin's crosshairs.
[Ainz]: Umu. So this is a Special Grade Cursed Spirit? Hm. Rather underwhelming.
[Kazuma]: Bro, not everyone can fold Cthulhu like it's a daily farming boss.
[Subaru]: +1
[Rimuru]: Ma~ Ma~ Let's not forget, Special Grade Cursed Spirits are most dangerous inside their Domain Expansion. Even Gojo-san said that.
Meanwhile, miles away, Satoru Gojo paused mid-step.
He had just retrieved another one of Sukuna's Fingers and was en route back to Jujutsu High when the notification popped up. A livestream. From Ray.
Naturally, as someone from the prestigious Gojo Clan and a Special Grade Sorcerer, he immediately recognized the figure on screen—Jogo.
A known menace.
Jogo's infamy wasn't undeserved. He had killed numerous sorcerers, ranted endlessly about Cursed Spirit superiority, and bathed in the blood of those who underestimated him. To the Jujutsu higher-ups, Jogo was an unrelenting disaster.
But what Gojo saw on the screen…
Wasn't terrifying.
It was… pitiful.
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"Damn it! Damn it all!"
Jogo's roars echoed through the twisted fog as flame licked the air, boiling moisture into bursts of hissing steam. He sprinted down the crooked cobbled streets, the oppressive mist slithering at his heels like it was alive.
The cursed spirit gritted his teeth. That brat—that thing—had to be a Cursed Spirit. There was no other explanation. The overwhelming Negative Energy, the illusion-like terrain, the unrelenting fog—it had to be a Domain.
And a very powerful one.
His heat couldn't pierce the mist. His flames felt like candles against a hurricane. Every outburst of power was swallowed whole, suffocated into silence.
He turned the next corner and halted.
There it was.
A bridge arched over a river black as pitch, coated in oil, trash, and a sickening chemical sheen. A gust of wind pushed back the fog here—this place felt… strangely clearer.
Still cautious, Jogo stepped onto the bridge. The fog clung to the edges but did not cross. Almost as if it respected the river's boundary.
A temporary reprieve? Or trap?
He no longer care.
Jogo retreated beneath the bridge, letting the shadows conceal him. His molten core throbbed with irritation and fatigue. He needed time to rest and strategize.
That was when he heard it.
"Mo…"
A voice. A whisper. Not malevolent. With almost childlike innocence. But it made the air around him drop several degrees.
"…Mot…"
More voices joined. Dozens. Then hundreds.
"Mother… Mother…"
Jogo turned, eyes narrowing. The river's surface had changed.
What once was still now roiled with faces—pale, wailing children submerged just beneath the oily film. Their glassy eyes locked onto him.
"Stay back," he growled.
Hands erupted from the water.
Dozens of tiny, rotting, spectral arms reached out, grabbing his ankles with unnatural strength. Jogo reacted instantly, igniting the ground beneath him with a blast of searing magma, evaporating the water and burning away the grasping limbs.
The spirits shrieked and withdrew—but only for a moment.
The river surged again, this time with more fury. The entire riverbed twisted, becoming a nightmarish mass grave, rotting corpses of children clambering forward, moaning and crying for "Mother."
"I SAID STAY BACK!"
Jogo activated his Cursed Energy in a blast, melting a ten-meter radius in molten flame. For the first time, the fog peeled back slightly—but only briefly.
"Found you."
A giggle.
Behind him.
Jogo spun—
And for a split second, he saw her.
Jack.
A small, barefoot girl in a scantly clothed outfit. In one hand, a surgical scalpel. In the other, a butchering knife. Her face held an innocent smile, one too wide, with eyes that held immense joy.
She vanished.
Then appeared in front of him mid-blink.
"Let's end it."
Clang!
Their first real clash came without warning. Jogo barely raised a flaming wall in time to block her blades. But she cut through it. Jack's knives shimmered with dense Negative Energy, slicing through flame like it was paper.
Jogo howled and retaliated with a meteor burst, his body igniting in molten fury. The entire bridge melt and shattered under the force of the blast, chunks of rock raining down like a meteor shower.
Smoke and fire engulfed the bridge. Jogo panted, peering through the haze.
Nothing.
No sign of her body.
Then he grinned. "Got you, you litt—"
A whisper behind his ear.
"You're warm… like a lantern. But unfortunately, you are not a woman."
Jogo's head snapped around—too late.
Jack's blades plunged into his back with the precision of a surgeon dissecting a patient and a butcher butchering a carcass. His flaming body spasmed as Jack stood upside down on his shoulders, twisting the knives with chilling expertise.
His body ignited in defense, attempting to incinerate her—
But the fog surged, shielding her. Her Noble Phantasm responded to her desire. Jack's maniacal laughter echoed as she leapt down, severing his mobility in one clean motion. He collapsed, magma leaking like blood.
"I hate fire," she whispered, slicing his mouth open in a Glasgow smile. "But Father said to make it quick."
With one final motion, she drove both blades once again into his body, crossing the blades in an X that shimmered with cursed energy.
Jogo's body spasmed—then fell to the ground unresponsive.
The fog quieted. The bridge, or what remained of it, was silent save for the river swallowing the corpse.
From a distance, Ray sipped tea with his daughters on a spectral rooftop, watching the conclusion unfold with a troubled look and sighed.
"This girl… I told her not to be excessive but still leave Jogo barely hanging by a thread."
Ray first close the live stream before snapping his paw and restore Jogo's state to a non life threatening state before bailing out with his daughters.
But seeing how Jack is happy and satisfied with the punching bag. Ray find it difficult to keep a stern expression to scold her for being heavy handed.
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(AN: Sorry it's short and late. Experiencing some difficulty here with a shitty internet service that I had to change my mobile carrier.
Don't worry as I will schedule another 4 chapters within this week as compensation and to also finish this JJK arc.)
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