The battlefield fell into dead silence.
Even the raging winds halted as Sung Jin-Woo took a step forward.
With each movement, the ground cracked beneath his feet, his aura heavier than the skies themselves.
The Apostle of Itarim, once towering and absolute, staggered backward His breaths, shallow.
His eyes, wide with disbelief.
"W-What… is this presence…?"
The overwhelming darkness radiating from Jin-Woo crushed the air, bending space around him.
It was as if the world itself recognized its rightful ruler.
The Apostle dropped to one knee.
For the first time He was suffocating.
Only a handful could still move.
Gojo Satoru stood upright, Infinity holding strong.
Yuji Itadori, battered but defiant, narrowed his eyes beside him.
Yuta, Sukuna, Mahito, Toji, Nanami, Nobara, and the others
All those who had fought and bled against the Apostle
They remained standing.
Because they had already survived the worst.
They had faced the storm.
And now The storm had taken their side.
Jin-Woo slowly raised one hand.
The shadows behind him began to rise
Igris. Bellion. Beru. Tusk. Iron. Tank. Kamish.
And thousands more.
Jin-Woo's voice was calm.
"This is the price of harming my world."
The air remained tense crushed under the weight of Sung Jin-Woo's aura.
The shadows whispered.
The battlefield stood still.
Even the Apostle of Itarim, breathing heavily, was forced to his feet only by willpower.
Jin-Woo's voice broke the silence.
"Why?" he asked, his tone cold, low, and firm.
"Why invade the multiverse? Why bring destruction to countless worlds including this one?"
The Apostle of Itarim slowly lifted his gaze, eyes glowing dimly.
His expression twisted between pride and pain.
"You wouldn't understand, Shadow King…" he muttered.
Jin-Woo's eyes narrowed.
The Apostle continued, voice cracking under Jin-Woo's pressure.
"This universe… all realities, all timelines, all parallel worlds are imperfections."
"The Absolute Being… Itarim… created countless realities not out of balance, but out of chaos. Each one strayed farther from the divine design. Each one... was a mistake."
"We… the Apostles… were created to correct it."
"To purge the multiverse of the anomaly called free will."
Gasps rippled through the group behind Jin-Woo.
"So you destroy everything… because it doesn't fit your god's vision?" Gojo asked, disgust in his tone.
The Apostle didn't deny it.
"Only one reality shall remain. The perfect one. All others must be erased."
He looked directly at Jin-Woo.
"And you… you are the greatest threat to that plan."
The shadows behind Jin-Woo stirred violently.
But he didn't flinch.
He stared the Apostle down and in a chilling voice, answered:
"Then I'll erase you first."
The Apostle of Itarim's eyes burned with fury.
He had heard enough.
"You dare defy the Absolute Being?"
With a roar that shook the heavens, he unleashed his full power, thrusting his palm forward toward Sung Jin-Woo.
The energy erupted, turning the atmosphere into molten chaos.
A violent wave of destructive force aimed straight at Jin-Woo's chest, powerful enough to level entire cities with a single strike.
But Jin-Woo only smirked.
He stood still.
The wind around him howled, but he did not move an inch.
The Apostle's attack slammed into him.
BOOOOM!
The impact was so intense that it shattered the sky, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The ground cracked open.
Energy rained down like meteors.
But as the dust settled…
Jin-Woo remained standing, unscathed.
The Apostle of Itarim staggered back.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"H-How…?"
Jin-Woo slowly raised one hand, his fingers curling lazily.
"Is that all?" he asked, his voice a whisper carried by the wind.
A smile crept onto his face.
"I was expecting more."
The Apostle's fury turned to madness.
He roared again, surging forward with another devastating wave of power, this time focusing everything into a corrosive, reality-bending blast that distorted the very fabric of space.
But it was useless.
Jin-Woo's Shadow Soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave, deflecting the attack with ease.
The Apostle's energy dispersed into the shadows, as if it never existed.
Jin-Woo stood untouched.
And then he laughed.
A low, dangerous chuckle.
"You really thought you could defeat me?" he muttered, more to himself than to his opponent.
"I am the ruler of the shadows."
The Apostle's expression twisted in fear, his divine power trembling.
He launched yet another attack, but this time, Jin-Woo didn't move an inch. Instead, he merely raised his hand and with a flick of his finger, the Apostle's assault evaporated like smoke in the wind.
Jin-Woo's smile widened.
"It's time you learned your place."
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The Apostle of Itarim, now desperate, unleashed a frenzied storm of divine power.
His arms blurred, flaring with celestial light as he hurled waves of destruction, dimension-shattering spears, and time-distorting slashes each one capable of erasing entire realms.
BOOM! BOOM! CRACK!
The ground split. The sky twisted.
Even time itself began to distort from the sheer force of his rampage.
And yet
Sung Jin-Woo didn't even flinch.
A single step forward.
A casual swipe of his hand.
BOOM Nullified.
A divine bolt of cosmic fire blocked by a wall of shadows.
A blade meant to sever existence shattered before reaching him.
The Apostle screamed in frustration, eyes wide with disbelief.
"WHY!? WHY WON'T YOU FALL!?"
Jin-Woo calmly walked through the chaos like a shadow in the wind.
His eyes locked on the Apostle with deadly calm, as if this was all beneath him.
He raised one hand, catching a swirling lance of energy between two fingers and it dissolved instantly.
"You don't understand," Jin-Woo said quietly, but his voice echoed like thunder.
"You're fighting the one who commands death itself."
Another strike.
Another useless attempt.
The shadows danced around him, nullifying every divine skill, every explosion, every trick.
The Apostle, panting and furious, poured all his divine energy into one final, massive attack A swirling orb of annihilation, condensed from his core essence.
"BE ERASED!" he bellowed.
He threw it
And Jin-Woo raised his palm.
A wave of darkness surged forward
And the divine attack vanished.
Completely nullified.
No explosion. No sound. Just silence.
Jin-Woo stood unscathed.
He took another step forward, his shadows crackling behind him.
"My turn."
The Apostle's eyes widened.
The battlefield fell silent.
The Apostle of Itarim floated in the air, panting wounded, trembling, utterly outmatched.
Sung Jin-Woo walked toward him, eyes glowing with a predator's calm.
"You've already lost."
He raised his hand.
A blade of pure shadow emerged, shaped like a scythe, humming with silent death.
"Return to nothing."
Just as he brought it down
BOOM!
A shockwave erupted between them, and in an instant, the Apostle was yanked away by a blur of light.
Jin-Woo's eyes narrowed.
Standing between him and the Apostle now was a young man, cloaked in black smoke with veins glowing with gold.
"Another one?" Jin-Woo muttered.
The figure turned slowly, revealing half-human, half-divine features a human vessel forged by the Absolute Being to hold an Apostle's soul.
The new arrival glared at Jin-Woo with calm fury.
"You won't kill him."
Without warning, the vessel charged forward, unleashing a spiral of cursed divine energy. The ground melted beneath his feet.
Clang!
Jin-Woo raised his forearm, blocking the strike effortlessly. But he raised a brow it had weight.
"Interesting…" he whispered.
The vessel struck again and again. Fast. Calculated. Brutal.
But Jin-Woo kept pace, parrying every blow with fluid ease, until
SWIPE!
With a flick of his wrist, he sent a shadow blade across the vessel's cheek, slicing it open.
The human staggered back, blood dripping.
"You're strong," Jin-Woo said, eyes narrowing.
"But not strong enough."
The Apostle of Itarim coughed behind the vessel, still alive but terrified.
The vessel looked over his shoulder and muttered, "Fall back."
Sung Jin-Woo exhaled, his killing intent surging again.
"No one's leaving alive."
The shadows behind him began to writhe, rising up like a storm.
In the stillness between heartbeats
Jin-Woo vanished.
A gust of wind followed, and before anyone could react
SLASH. SLASH. SLASH.
Blood sprayed.
The Apostle's vessel screamed, stumbling backward.
His arms and legs hit the ground, severed cleanly.
Beside him, the Apostle of Itarim's limbs were also gone cut with surgical precision, as if reality itself had been edited.
Both bodies collapsed.
Itadori's eyes widened in disbelief.
"W–What… just happened?"
Gojo stood frozen, eyes locked on Jin-Woo.
No aura. No flash. No chant.
Just death, delivered faster than thought.
"He moved… in a blink," Gojo muttered.
"Even I couldn't track it."
The crowd Yuji, Yuta, Sukuna, Nanami, and even Mahito could only stare.
Sung Jin-Woo reappeared where he stood moments ago, not a drop of blood on him. His blade dissipated into shadows.
He spoke without emotion.
"I gave you your chance."
The Apostle and his vessel writhed on the ground, groaning shocked not by pain, but by fear.
Jin-Woo had held back.
He could've killed them instantly.
And he still might.
Gojo clenched his fists.
Even with Limitless and Six Eyes, he had never seen such absolute dominance.
Jin-Woo turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder at the sorcerers.
"This is the difference," he said calmly, "between us and them."
The ground trembled.
Even without arms… even without legs…
The Apostle of Itarim and his vessel began to laugh.
Low. Mocking. Unhinged.
"You thought… that was it?"
Their wounds glowed with divine light.
Suddenly
BOOM!
Wings of obsidian fire erupted from their backs, and a pulse of cursed divinity blasted in every direction.
The skies split.
Mountains in the distance cracked apart.
Even Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes.
Their severed limbs regenerated, twisting with foreign matter, forming monstrous new forms claws like blades, spines like spears.
The vessel now stood taller, his flesh covered in living runes, his voice echoing in multiple tongues.
"Now… we stop holding back."
The entire battlefield warped as their full power tore open reality.
Colors distorted. Space folded. Time faltered.
Gojo and the others fell to their knees from the sheer pressure.
Itadori coughed blood.
"I can't… breathe—!"
But Jin-Woo stood calmly.
The wind howled around him. His cloak flapped. Shadows writhed.
The Apostles' forms hovered above the ruined land, now closer to gods than warriors.
And still Sung Jin-Woo didn't flinch.
He simply raised his hand, and his army began to rise behind him.
Millions of eyes glowing in the dark.
He smiled coldly.
"Then let's end this properly."