The Garden of Falling Gods – Part II

Location: Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, TokyoTime: 12:14 AMWeather: Mist-drenched with swirling cursed energy storms forming above, lightning flickering unnaturally green in the sky

The garden had become a graveyard of divine silence, broken only by the low hum of cursed energy growing thicker with each heartbeat. Trees bent in submission. The ground pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Agent 47 stood surrounded.

Six cursed spirits now circled him like hyenas—summoned by Kenjaku, who hovered above on a twisting mass of dark, bone-like roots shaped from the ground itself. His robes now hung torn. Blood dripped from his side where 47's axe had landed moments ago—but the sorcerer grinned like a man reading the ending to a story only he understood.

"You really are a peculiar creature," Kenjaku muttered, voice low but echoing unnaturally. "Not born of cursed energy, not trained by jujutsu, and yet here you stand, reeking of Sukuna's rot… and precision."

47 raised his head slightly.

The wind parted between them.His voice cut through it like steel.

"Your turn."

Kenjaku raised one finger.

The cursed spirits charged.

A gigantic one with four jaws and bladed arms lunged first. It roared, saliva dripping like acid. 47's eyes didn't blink. The world slowed as Adaptive Instinct kicked in, mapping trajectories, speeds, angles.

System Notice:Threat proximity: Close. King of Curses – Multiplying effect.Perk: Adaptive Instinct – Combat rhythm locked.Reflexes: 282 → Operating at perceived 720 FPS.

47 sidestepped the jaws, ducked beneath the bladed arm—then slid low under the beast's belly. While sliding, he materialized two combat daggers mid-motion and sliced upward in an "X" along its abdomen. The cursed spirit screamed, black sludge erupting as it collapsed.

The next one—a humanoid curse with extending necks—whipped forward with three snapping heads. One launched at 47 from the front while the other two tried to blindside him.

47 moved like fluid steel.He leapt up, stepped off the front head mid-lunge, and in mid-air, drew both Silverballers.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three clean shots—three exploding skulls.

47 landed behind the collapsing body as the cursed spirit melted into the garden floor. He didn't look back.

Above, Kenjaku exhaled slowly. "I see. You're built for this. But you're still operating on logic, order. That won't help you survive chaos."

He raised both arms—And the garden cracked open.

Roots burst through the soil, stone shattered, and cursed talismans ignited in every direction. The entire environment transformed. The garden became a labyrinth of shifting trees, roots, and cursed monoliths, each humming with traps, illusions, and anti-human enchantments.

47 was now inside a cursed terrain.Visibility: near zero.Exit points: shifting.

System Warning:Enemy terrain advantage engaged.Mental Fortress: Maintaining clarity.Thronebreaker: Slowly adapting. Processing...Cognitive distortion fields detected.

47 narrowed his eyes.

He holstered one of his Silverballers.Then calmly unbuttoned his coat, let it slide off his shoulders, and disappeared into the mist.

Inside the Garden

47 sprinted silently between cursed trees that tried to grab him. A stone golem burst out of the wall—but he ran along the wall sideways, spun mid-air, and shot a cursed glyph off its chest that deactivated it before it struck.

Another spirit—this one spider-like—descended from the trees with razor legs. 47 leapt and grabbed a hanging cursed root, swung himself forward like a pendulum, twisted mid-air and plunged two daggers into its back, then rode it to the ground as it screamed.

Kenjaku's voice echoed through the entire cursed terrain:

"You remind me of someone. A man I once met during the Edo period. He said nothing as well. Just stared, like a ghost of vengeance. But in the end—he screamed when I crushed his spine."

No response.

Then—

Bang.

Kenjaku's shoulder tore open.A bullet had curved through the mist.

He looked around, stunned—but the gun was floating in the air on a cursed wire. 47 had moved it via Matter Creation to a sniper position, controlling it remotely while attacking elsewhere.

Kenjaku chuckled, even as he staggered.

"Well then."

He waved his arm.

The sky ripped open.

A half-formed Domain Expansion began to pulse behind him—spirals of ancient scripts, giant shifting heads, and cursed mountains forming in air. His real trump card… was almost ready.

47 stopped.

Face impassive.Body breathing slowly.Eyes locked.

He placed one foot forward.

System messages began to line up.

Domain Expansion Imminent.High-level cursed energy detected.Thronebreaker: 84% SYNCED.

Warning: You are entering the strongest cursed sorcerer's true zone.

47 didn't flinch.He reached down, wiped blood from his temple, and flicked it aside.

He looked up.

And then charged straight toward Kenjaku.