Collapse Beneath My Will - Chapter 116
Chapter 116 – Collapse Beneath My Will
Ren was still clutching the tree, arms tight around the bark, his breathing low and measured. Thoughts ran through his head like static, fast and fragmented, trying to form something—anything—that resembled a plan.
But then—
WHOOOOSSHHH!!
A massive gust of wind erupted across the battlefield.
The dark mist that clouded everything, that blinded even Ren, was gone—blasted away in a single blow. Mahoraga had adapted.
Ren's eyes widened just as the air slammed into him, lifting him off the tree like a ragdoll.
He was airborne, spinning midair, and in the clearing that followed, everything snapped into sharp clarity.
Mahoraga stood below—still, monstrous, calm. The eight-handled wheel spun slowly above its head.
And opposite him, in the sky, Geto hovered atop a giant, bird-like cursed spirit. His robes swayed in the wind. His eyes narrowed slightly, watching.
And in between them—Ren floated.
His cursed energy pulsed outward like a storm cloud.
Not leaking—surging.
Both Mahoraga and Geto could feel it. Bottomless. Violent. Controlled.
The battlefield had shifted.
Ren held a sword in his hand now, a sleek weapon of black metal humming with residual cursed energy. His lips were moving.
A whisper.
A copied cursed technique...
"Magnetic Decree: False Gravity."
It was a copied cursed technique—something he'd been saving. Neither Geto nor Mahoraga understood what Ren was doing. The air around him started to vibrate faintly.
Geto tilted his head and said with mild amusement, "Ah, so you were holding back?"
Down below, Mahoraga tensed. The shikigami crouched, then launched itself upward with terrifying strength, the ground cracking beneath its feet.
But Ren kept chanting.
"Dark eyes bear witness…
To the silence of God and the scream of iron."
Geto's expression shifted.
'No… He's not whispering. He's chanting. A technique with a verbal component?'
He raised his hand.
"Darkness!"
The command was sharp.
But—
Too late.
From behind the hulking cursed spirit, Rika exploded out of a black void. She didn't roar. She didn't taunt.
She attacked.
Her claws raked across the cursed spirit's body. Darkness screamed—a horrible, static-like screech—but Rika didn't stop. She tore through its torso, teeth flashing.
SHPLITCH!
She bit off its head clean.
Geto's eyes snapped wide.
He thought, He summoned her when the mist was up? He used the disadvantage… as a disguise?
He almost smiled.
But then his gaze shifted. Mahoraga was in the air, fast, angling straight toward Ren with that crushing, four-winged momentum.
And Ren—still floating—whispered again.
"Flood Maw."
It was another copied cursed technique.
For the first time in battle, Ren used it.
He swung his blade downward.
SWOOSH—!
A cutting, high-pressure jet of water fired from the tip of the blade—a razor-thin arc that tore through the air and sliced into Mahoraga mid-flight.
A deep gash opened across the Divine General's chest. Blood sprayed, thick and dark, but even before it landed, the wound was already starting to heal.
Ren didn't care.
He was smiling.
He whispered the final words:
"Fall, false order—collapse beneath my will."
And with that—
"Magnetic Decree: Maximum Output: Grudge Collapse!!"
CRACK!!
The sky didn't break—but the earth did.
In one instant, all the buildings and metallic structures below fractured like brittle eggshells. Steel pipes, girders, broken lights, scaffolding—every chunk of metal shattered, torn loose from its foundations.
Chunks of metal levitated.
Tens. Dozens. Hundreds.
Nails. Blades. Rods. Swords. Shards.
All suspended in midair around Ren like a gravitational halo.
His cursed energy flared…
And silently, Rika stood below, her monstrous form still eating and crushing curses. She fed her energy directly into Ren, seamlessly replenishing his output.
This had been the plan all along.
[Flashback—Just Minutes Ago]
Inside the dense mist, the world had gone black.
But Ren hadn't panicked.
He whispered, "Rika…"
Behind him, a shadow unfurled. Quietly, a black rift opened in the dark, and Rika emerged, silent and still.
Ren didn't even look back.
"Rika, give me a sword… and eat all the powerful curses other than the big guy and the man in the robes."
Rika opened her chest cavity.
A sword gleamed from inside, sheathed and humming with quiet power. Ren reached back and drew it.
He stared at the blade for a second.
'Heh… this is Gojo's. I borrowed it… just never gave it back.'
A simple grade 2 cursed tool—nothing fancy. But with the right cursed technique, with enough cursed energy…
It would be enough.
Ren held the sword tighter.
'With my copied cursed techniques and a limitless cursed energy pool for five minutes… I should be able to take Geto out. At least knock him out. Then finish off Mahoraga… with the Love Cannon.'
His eyes glinted in the blackness.
'This is a simple plan but it will work!.'
[Back to Present]
Now, hovering midair, surrounded by hundreds of jagged floating weapons, Ren smirked.
Below him, Mahoraga howled, pushing off the collapsing earth.
Geto, high above, raised his hand, ready to summon another wave of spirits.
But both of them felt it.
The battlefield was no longer theirs.
It belonged to Ren Sato.
And he had just begun.