Anime Collector: Starting With the Malevolent Shrine

The dark livestream feed cut to black.

The fate of the Jujutsu Inspector General and upper management needed no explanation.

The Prime Minister, watching from the cabinet room, dabbed at his brow as sweat trickled down his face, droplets falling to the floor.

"That fool!" He exclaimed, shuddering, "I appointed him as Jujutsu Inspector General to stabilize the Jujutsu World, and instead he provoked such a terrifying individual."

The sheer volume of Cursed Energy was unprecedented — something that would never be witnessed again.

A massive Open Cursed Technique Domain spanning a kilometer in radius. Even more incredible was his mastery of Spatial Transference techniques.

To think he could maintain his Domain while teleporting — it defied the very definition of a Jujutsu Sorcerer. If Daiki Tsukasa were to appear near the cabinet with that immense Domain...

The Prime Minister's throat went dry at the thought.

"What's the word from the Bureau of Onmyō?"

"Minister, the Onmyōji are containing the Spiritual Vein Eruptions, while the Twelve Guardians are suppressing Magano manifestations across various locations." The bespectacled man beside him reported gravely, "They can't spare any personnel, and the Magano could lose control at any moment. They advise you to prepare for that possibility."

"What about Makima?" The Prime Minister pressed, "Contact her immediately about the Jujutsu Headquarters incident and send her the recording."

Without hesitation, the bespectacled man carried out his orders.

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Makima received the cabinet's message within minutes.

"Oh? So that's what that call was about." She calmly reviewed the recorded video.

"What's the matter?" Kishibe asked, standing in front of the devil containment cell in the Devil Hunter Division.

He had planned to leave after reporting his work status, but Makima had asked him to tour the imprisoned Devils with her.

Though technically prisoners, many Devils had a cooperative arrangement here. Some powerful ones stayed voluntarily, drawn by the endless stream of humans seeking contracts — like manna from heaven.

"There's been an incident in the Jujutsu World." Makima explained while typing on her phone, "A powerful Sorcerer has emerged and single-handedly massacred the Kyoto Jujutsu Headquarters."

Kishibe's mouth worked silently.

A Sorcerer's power was undeniable. Even without Innate Techniques, they could enhance themselves with Cursed Energy, pushing far beyond normal human limits.

"You'll be making a visit later."

"Hm?" Kishibe looked at her in confusion.

"I've suggested to the Prime Minister that we reorganize the Jujutsu Headquarters and use the position to recruit this Sorcerer." Makima replied calmly.

"He just massacred the place — would he agree to such recruitment?"

"Who doesn't like having more pawns under their feet? Even if he refuses, it doesn't matter. If he threatens the cabinet's safety, I'll handle it personally." Her calm tone suggested she wasn't taking the Jujutsu World's turmoil seriously.

Kishibe studied her with unsettled eyes — her composure was frightening.

"Alright, let's go see where the Devils are kept."

"No problem. The previous one was a Future Devil — it said it was satisfied with the environment here. The next one is a Curse Devil. The Curse Devil's power is quite..."

The words cut off abruptly.

Kishibe stared in shock at the empty cage. The Curse Devil that should have been imprisoned here had vanished without a trace.

"As expected..." Makima's expression remained calm, though her mind raced, 'The Chainsaw Devil? No, everyone still remembers it. So how did it disappear?'

For the first time, she realized events were slipping from her control.

This wasn't just happening somewhere beyond her reach — this was the Public Safety Devil Hunter Division, right under her nose, and something had mysteriously vanished.

She dismissed Kishibe with a wave and began her own investigation.

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Meanwhile.

Satoru and the others watched the interrupted broadcast in stunned silence.

"A Domain with a kilometer radius, and this level of Cursed Energy... If I could get close enough, I might have a chance of winning."

Though his Cursed Energy and Domain range couldn't match Daiki's, Satoru had complete faith in his Unlimited Void Domain.

If he could close the distance and strike first, victory would be his.

But Daiki's vast Domain range gave him too many tactical advantages. Even basic kiting strategies could prove lethal. The key would be knowing when to strike and when to defend.

After a moment of contemplation, Satoru began packing to leave.

The massacre at the Jujutsu Headquarters would shake the entire Jujutsu World to its core. If Daiki Tsukasa went unchecked, it would mean the end of everything they knew.

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Masamichi Yaga of Tokyo Jujutsu High shared these thoughts.

"All of you stay here — I need to go to Kyoto." Masamichi said to Shoko Ieiri and the other students, his sunglasses glinting.

Though the Jujutsu World's upper echelons were corrupt, outright killing them was too extreme.

What worried him most was whether Daiki would stop here.

"...Principal..."

The slight tremor in the voice filled Masamichi with emotion. Perhaps the students at Tokyo Jujutsu High truly did respect him.

"No need to try to stop me — my mind is made up! Even if I die in Kyoto, I won't back down!" He crossed his arms, exuding the aura of a warrior.

"Uh, no, I meant can you take us with you if you're running away?" Shoko pointed behind him. Maki Zen'in and the others were hiding behind her as if they'd seen something terrifying.

A sense of foreboding rose in Masamichi's heart as he stiffly turned around, only to see a familiar handsome face.

What the hell? Wasn't he in Kyoto just five minutes ago? How had this guy managed to sneak into Jujutsu High?

"You want to die in Kyoto?" Daiki asked, staring at the big man.

The calmness in his voice was terrifying.

"Mm..." Masamichi shook his head submissively.

Daiki sat on the playground steps, looking down at everyone. "I hear Tokyo Jujutsu High has six of Sukuna's fingers in its collection. Mind if I take a look?"

"Sukuna's six fingers? Those are Lord Tengen's collection, stored in an ever-shifting barrier. We don't even know exactly—"

Before he could finish speaking, Daiki sighed wearily and interrupted.

"Kneel!"

"..."

Swoosh!

An invisible slash swept past their heads.

Everyone, including Masamichi, dropped to their knees instantly. Being a fraction slow, Masamichi even received an impromptu buzz cut.

Even Yuta Okkotsu, the renowned Special Grade Sorcerer, was drenched in sweat.

The sheer pressure of the Cursed Energy made him realize the vast gulf between them—this was strength that transcended modern Sorcerers entirely.

"Now... bring me those Sukuna's fingers."

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