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Chapter 110: A hidden trick
🕑 Added 2025-08-08 20:03:36 +0000 UTCGojo was about to retort, a sharp quip already forming on his tongue… But with his intent declared, Cyttorak struck fast, hard and unexpected.
The attack wasn't physical and yet it kind of was at the same time. It was a detonation of pure will, a force that slammed into Gojo's consciousness like a bomb being dropped directly into his skull, point-first.
The shock was instant, blinding and very much painful, so painful in fact that a scream tore itself from his throat before he even realized what was happening.
It was a sudden, brutal invasion into his mind, not a subtle nudge, not a creeping influence no, this was war.
But Gojo of course was not entirely a helpless prey. The moment the Elder God's presence pushed into his psyche, his second mind the other consciousness he had cultivated through training and was responsible for maintaining his ever present shield immediately took over as the main kind was enduring endless torment.
That inner mindscape which was a literal galaxy with billions of glittering stars, swirling clusters of light and void, nebulae pulsing with radiant energy. And at its heart, forming instantly in the path of the intruder, came a black hole, a gaping maw of gravity that warped space itself, pulling hungrily at the threads of Cyttorak's influence.
The Elder God's voice rolled through his mind, vast and contemptuous:
"A commendable mind… truly. Be it an emulation of the cosmos or the real thing, it matters not. I have collapsed entire dimensions before and yours will be no different."
But Gojo didn't even hear him. His focus was absolute, pouring every ounce of will into holding the defense. Even so, the edges of his galaxy began to unravel, the event horizon trembling under the sheer pressure of the Elder God's advance.
He had only moments. He couldn't move, couldn't even form a single word. But he could still think.
And so he did. One thought, razor-sharp and absolute, cut through the collapsing walls of his mind and suddenly, Cyttorak felt something new.
It was not just a push no, it was an eruption, a tidal wave of force that threw him back, shoving his essence all the way to the forefront of Gojo's consciousness exactly where he had started from as if he was on a rewind.
The Elder God froze for a moment in shock.
Outside, in the real world, a golden glow exploded around Gojo's body, dazzling and pure. His eyes ran crimson with blood, nose and ears bleeding freely under the strain, the delicate machinery of his brain screaming under the cosmic weight pressing down on it.
Cyttorak's voice came again, now tinged with genuine intrigue "What is this?"
The golden energy was undoing his work, not merely resisting, but unmaking it… no this felt more like reversing the effects of his incursion.
"What exactly is this, mortal? How do you wield such a power? Is it regression? And if so… is it temporal… or spatial?"
For the first time, the Elder God paused his assault. Then He laughed. Loud, mad, delighted. "Hah! A hidden trick… you do not break easily. Good. I will enjoy this sport as a gift!"
The pressure returned, harder this time.
Red energy began to leak from Gojo's body, writhing like serpents of molten blood. And the golden aura fought it back in violent bursts, the two forces snapping and colliding in midair.
Then, A golden portal bloomed open before them, its edges rippling like the surface of the sun. From it stepped the Ancient One, her expression was calm as her eyes took in the scene of both Gojo and Juggernaut locked in place, the boy's mouth stretched in a silent scream, red and gold energies writhing around him like battling storms.
Two more portals swirled open behind her.
Mordo and Kaecilius emerged, their gazes immediately locking on Gojo.
Mordo's voice was tight, "That… that's the Demon God, isn't it?"
The Ancient One inclined her head, eyes never leaving Gojo.
"No… not the god itself. But the Principality of Destruction is trying to breach into our world… through him."
Kaecilius stepped forward, holding a small, glowing pot etched with shifting sigils. Without hesitation, he dropped it to the ground. The earth swallowed it instantly, and from the space around Gojo's feet, a golden mystic arm emerged, reaching up like a living tether. It coiled around his form, shimmering with protective wards.
The Ancient One's fingers danced through the air.
Reality shimmered and suddenly, they were all inside the Mirror Dimension.
The writhing red-and-gold energy crashed harmlessly against the false sky, unable to damage the real world.
Mordo turned toward her.
"What now? The demon's energy is still leaking through."
Her gaze was steady.
"Now… nothing. The rest is up to the boy. We can do no more but wait."
Back inside Gojo's mind, the galaxy still burned, the black hole still pulled.
And Cyttorak, smiling in the darkness, pressed forward once more.
