Anime Collector: Starting With the Malevolent Shrine-Chapter 133 - ⟴ Creating the Future of Cursed Spirits Together

"It's between 14 and 15 Fingers." Kenjaku said, calmly measuring Jōgo's strength.

He was pleased to notice the world's Spiritual Energy concentration rising again. Large-scale Cursed Spirit emergence waves had begun appearing globally, causing the already rampant Evil Spirit numbers to grow exponentially.

"Oh, it has increased this much?" Jōgo's momentary joy deflated, "Still falls short of that human's 129 Fingers though."

The Jujutsu Inspector General's terrifying power loomed like an inescapable dark cloud, keeping the Cursed Spirits thoroughly suppressed.

Kenjaku considered mentioning that it wasn't 129 Fingers anymore but decided against it — it wouldn't make any difference.

Although increasing volcanic eruption efficiency could strengthen its power somewhat, this method had its limits. Catching up to the new Jujutsu Inspector General, Daiki Tsukasa — let alone surpassing Ryōmen Sukuna — was impossible.

But Kenjaku didn't want to discourage Jōgo for now.

He still temporarily needed this and other Special Grade Cursed Spirits as muscle, since his power alone wouldn't be enough to complete the plan.

"Kenjaku, when do you think I can surpass that human?"

"Hmm... it would take many years, but there's no need. No matter how powerful they are, they're still bound by human limitations. Their flesh will wither and their lifespan has an end. In a few hundred years, who will remember this Jujutsu Inspector General?"

Kenjaku possessed an Innate Technique that allowed him to constantly switch physical vessels and convert their residual Innate Techniques for his own use. His lifespan exceeded even that of Tengen from Jujutsu High.

As for Cursed Spirits' lifespans — they weren't even living beings. Even if exorcised by Jujutsu Sorcerers, they would simply be reborn.

Though Jōgo understood this logic, it still wanted to lead cursed spirits to directly crush humans!

Yet, the Inspector General's power was too terrifying. The overwhelming difference in Cursed Energy left Jōgo far behind.

"If I detonate the largest volcano, would my power increase?"

"Probably, but the larger the volcano, the harder it is to detonate." Kenjaku pondered, scratching his head while carefully avoiding direct advice.

"Which volcano in Japan is the largest?" Jōgo asked eagerly.

As dusk fell, Kenjaku gazed at the sunset in the distance. The setting sun aligned perfectly with the mouth of the active volcano.

"That's it! Kenjaku, let's detonate Mount Fuji and create the future of Cursed Spirits together!" Jōgo extended its hand toward the man beside it, its expression deadly serious.

Kenjaku fell silent for two seconds as he studied Jōgo, sensing something amiss.

"Detonate Japan's largest active volcano?" His thoughts raced, "I remember Japan's largest leyline lies hidden there. But a volcano of this scale is beyond human capability to affect."

Whether Mount Fuji erupted was irrelevant. How could someone of Kenjaku's disposition care about such a trivial matter?

His only interest now lay in testing the true strength of these self-proclaimed Demon Kings. As long as it satisfied his curiosity, the consequences meant nothing.

"Let me think about how to detonate Mount Fuji first."

The active volcano towered over three thousand meters high.

Its snow-crowned peak pierced the clouds, sprawling across 1,200 square kilometers with a volume of 500 cubic kilometers.

Even as a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Jōgo stood powerless before a mountain of such magnitude.

"Wait a moment, let me message some others about this." After lengthy consideration yielded no solution, Kenjaku turned to external help.

Jōgo's expression froze — since when could one simply ask others about such matters?

"You... have other friends?" Jōgo asked incredulously, having almost considered this man a Cursed Spirit.

Only now did it realize that Kenjaku was essentially still a human brain. He had little connection to normal humans — his relationships were mostly cooperative arrangements, tinged with wariness.

"What nonsense — how could I not know people after living so long?" Kenjaku replied, skillfully typing on the keyboard while waving away the volcanic ash.

"Anyone who knows you must have... unique interests. Since they can converse with you, they can't be ordinary people, can they?" Jōgo subtly probed about the other party's background.

After some time, the answer came.

"Oh, they replied. They said normally humans couldn't do this."

Jōgo's expression fell, but the following words rekindled its hope.

"However... Mount Fuji has the largest leyline buried beneath it, where ancient Onmyōji once laid down techniques. We just need to modify these decaying techniques, then use the Onmyōji's Fire God Spell to activate the new technique, and we can harness the leyline's power — enough to detonate Mount Fuji in one go!"

Kenjaku's words had tremendous impact, exciting Jōgo.

"What are we waiting for!" It could hardly wait to experience this epic power boost.

"Don't rush. The preliminary preparations are quite complicated. Though thousands of years have passed and the onmyoji techniques have decayed, techniques of that level aren't something amateurs like us can tamper with."

Kenjaku began sketching out the plan while discussing with Jōgo, carefully revealing only partial information to keep its mindset stable. No need to add complications to his plan.

As the world's Spiritual Energy concentration increased, the corruption of the Magano stirred restlessly.

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Standing by the window watching the sunset, Miko Yotsuya witnessed a horrific traffic accident.

A passing pedestrian, oblivious to the approaching truck, was struck and killed instantly. The gruesome scene left Miko frozen in shock.

But the truly eerie sight was yet to unfold. A faint soul emerged from the mangled body. Through her Spirit Sight, Miko watched as the ethereal white form rapidly condensed, transforming into a ferocious Evil Spirit.

In a vision invisible to ordinary people, the spirit coiled tightly around the truck driver.

The driver, completely unaware, frantically made phone calls about insurance — not noticing the dark bruises materializing on his constricted neck.

"This can't be real." Miko whispered, touching her eyes in disbelief, "I can see Evil Spirits, but seeing the bruises on his neck? That's impossible."

Before she could process what was happening, her phone rang — it was Hana, crying.

Like Miko, she too had witnessed the Evil Spirits outside.

"Miko, shouldn't we find Daiki-kun?"

Hana's voice quivered as her Spirit Sight powers grew stronger.

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The two girls weren't alone — at the shōgi hall, Keika clung to Daiki's waist, refusing to let go.

Ai darted behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, while others like Miku sought his protection.

Within moments, Daiki found himself surrounded by frightened and cute girls.

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