A short while ago, during the heated battle between Ray and Satoru Gojo, the members of the Chat Group and the staff of Jujutsu High witnessed the clash from a safe distance—sheltered under the protective barrier erected by Ainz and Rimuru.
Naturally, both sides had immense faith in their respective champions, with one exception—Masamichi Yaga.
Even before the Chat Group's arrival, Gojo had confided in Yaga about the mysterious organization and the true nature of some of its members. Most notably, he spoke about Ray. Although Gojo had expressed skepticism about Ray's claim of being a god from another world and the creator of the Chat Group, he didn't dismiss it outright.
To Yaga, the idea was absurd. Why would a god, of all beings, be bored enough to create something akin to a multiversal messaging app? And yet, here he was—watching Ray effortlessly copy Gojo's Limitless Technique, weaponize the sun like a mere plaything, and erase reality itself with a casual flick—only to recreate it just as easily with a snap of his fingers.
Faced with such overwhelming power, Yaga had no choice but to abandon his doubts. He began to treat Ray with newfound respect—and a healthy dose of caution. Especially after overhearing a few Chat Group members whispering about Ray being an Evil God—a whimsical being with unfathomable strength who acted on a whim.
Yaga dreaded what might happen if the conservative elders from the Kyoto school somehow managed to offend Ray. He wouldn't even know how the world would end—just that it would.
This was no longer a matter limited to the Jujutsu world. This was a threat to humanity itself.
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Unbeknownst to anyone, Yaga left immediately after the duel. With urgent steps, he made his way back to Tokyo Jujutsu High to retrieve every Sukuna Finger in the school's vaults. His goal? To offer them to the Chat Group before they lose patience and erase Japan from the world map.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group remained gathered, focused and deep in discussion. Their current priority: tracking down Kenjaku and retrieving the fingers he held.
"Leave Kenjaku to me," Ainz said, his voice calm yet commanding. "I have the means of tracking him." With that, he thought of dispatching Nigredo—one of his most capable intelligence operatives—on the mission. With her, no corner of the world would remain hidden from her gaze.
"I will help too." Rimuru chipped in. With his myriad of abilities and skills, he had no lack of information gathering abilities not to mention Great Sage which needed no explanation.
As Yaga and Gojo worked to secure the nine Sukuna Fingers currently in possession of the Japanese Jujutsu authorities, the group turned their attention to the remaining fingers. Seven were held by Kenjaku and his Cursed Spirits, while the last four were scattered—either sealed away at ancient cursed sites, hidden by powerful barriers, or circulating through black markets in the hands of rogue sorcerers and malicious spirits.
To locate these elusive fragments, Ray graciously provided a few hints and leads.
A task force was quickly assembled. Tanya took command, forming a team with Subaru and Kazuma.
Tanya, as the clear-headed and ruthless strategist, was put in charge—mainly to keep Kazuma's antics in check. With his absurdly high luck further enhanced by various blessings, Kazuma could very well stumble upon a Sukuna Finger by kicking a rock on the roadside or accidentally stumbled upon an ancient tomv. Meanwhile, Subaru's Return by Death ability ensured that no matter how dangerous things got, they had a built-in fail-safe—and a way to call for backup from stronger Chat Group members if shit hit the fan.
Tanya's team hunted for the scattered fingers, Ainz and Rimuru coordinated to take on Kenjaku and the Special Grade Cursed Spirits—foes far too dangerous for the recon team to handle.
As for Ray?
Ray had officially entered vacation mode. Lounging like a bored god, wholly satisfied with the chaos he'd already set into motion. Yet, he is not alone.
"Dad! This is boring!" Jack whined, casually checking her knife before sheathing it. She ran up to Ray with a huff.
Ray, however, was immersed in his own thoughts, blissfully snuggled in Yue's embrace like a plush toy. His expression made it clear: he was perfectly content as is.
Although Yue's chest was modestly developed compared to his other daughters—like the maturing and slightly curvaceous Sakura or the all-rounder Sirin with perfect proportion—Ray couldn't deny it was still a perfectly comfortable resting pillow.
Well, Yue was still growing out her malnutrition from the long imprisonment underneath the dungeon. Give her another few centuries and a steady supply of his highly nutritious blood, and perhaps she'd catch up to Sakura at her peak.
Ahem.
Anyway—Jack.
"Dad! Are you listening to me?" Jack huffed again. This time, she snatched him from Yue's arms and hoisted him up into the air like a trophy, beginning a stream of complaints while shaking him violently.
"Yes, I heard you, Jack," Ray sighed, flopping helplessly in her grasp.
"Stabbing ghosts isn't fun anymore!"
"Well, first of all, dear Jack—those are Cursed Spirits," Ray corrected flatly. "Second, could you please stop shaking my brain into a mush? Please?"
He let out another sigh. While he had indeed wanted to collect his harem of thicc, adorable, charming portable pill— *cough* I mean, lovely daughters. He certainly hadn't signed up for the trials and tribulations of actual parenting. Most of his daughters are easy to care for and had rather low maintenance due to their poor upbringing that allowed them to mature faster mentally or Ophis that is satisfied as long as she had food. But some like Jack, Kunou and sometimes even Abby, are still immature mentally.
Jack reluctantly stopped, pouting as she lowered him to the ground.
Yue immediately reclaimed him, pulling Ray back into her arms' embrace like he is her emotional support pet.
Sighing for the third time, Ray looked up at Jack. "So… why exactly did stabbing Cursed Spirits bore you? Not enough blood? Not enough guts spilling out? Tell me so I can understand."
"Hmm? Why is stabbing those ghost-things boring?" Jack tilts her head, subconsciously twirling a knife between her fingers as her mind spun.
"They don't scream when I cut them. There's no blood. No warm squishy feeling when the blade goes in. It's just poof—like cutting smoke. That's not fun at all." Her face turned into a cute frown and pout as she explained with a soft and sweet voice. But her eyes gleamed with irritation.
"I like it when people beg. When they cry and try to crawl away. When their hearts go thump-thump as I slowly squeeze them and then… stop!" She gestured and acted a little to convey her thoughts much to the shock and horror of Yue and Eva as they learned the dark twisted personality of Jack while Ray listened silently without much reaction like listening to the rambling of a child complaining about a broken toy.
"But those Cursed Spirits? They don't cry. They don't even care when you stab them. Boring." Jack spins around, arms stretched out like a child expressing her boredom.
"I want to play with someone real. Someone who bleeds and screams and breaks like those maids and devils. But you said I can't play with them anymore." She pouted before continuing." Those ghosties are no fun. They just vanish. How am I supposed to make something pretty out of that?" She frowns, crossing her arms with a huff as if trying to emphasize her dissatisfaction before looking at Ray with a hopeful gaze that he would understand and fulfill her request.
After hearing Jack out, Ray arrived at the obvious conclusion: the Cursed Spirits she'd been cutting down were simply too weak.
He nodded slowly, understanding her frustration. Honestly, he'd probably feel the same way. Prey that doesn't scream or at least fight back? Boring.
"It can't be helped, Jack," he said with a shrug. "Strong Cursed Spirits aren't exactly common. They're rare and elusive, mostly because they're smarter and they need massive amounts of Cursed Energy to be born in the first place."
Ray glanced around as if pointing out the invisible barriers of their current environment. "Plus, we're literally in the middle of Tokyo Jujutsu High's turf. This whole area gets cleansed regularly. Any Curse that shows up here doesn't get a chance to grow much stronger and gets exorcised before it can even evolve."
Jack listened carefully. For all her childish quirks, she was far from stupid. And the moment Ray stopped speaking, her eyes lit up like stars in the night sky.
"Then, Dad... can you find a Special Grade Cursed Spirit for me to play with?"
Ray nearly laughed. He could already picture the collective aneurysm the Jujutsu higher-ups would suffer if they heard her say that. The only exception, of course, would be Satoru "I'm the Strongest" Gojo—he'd probably find it hilarious and agreeable.
After all, Special Grade Cursed Spirits were no joke. No ordinary sorcerer dared face one without a Domain Expansion or a Simple Domain to cancel out the sure-hit effect.
Ray smiled faintly. Jack mistook it as confirmation—and immediately beamed with joy.
Not that she was wrong.
If he truly wanted, Ray could just create a powerful Cursed Spirit himself by gathering all the negative energy from the world to spawn a monstrosity stronger than Sukuna. But really… What was the point?
Even if he did, who would fight it? Jack isn't that strong yet. Ainz? Rimuru? Himself? At their level, even Special Grade Curses were little more than gnats. There was no thrill to be found, no challenge to rouse their fighting spirit—just another cleanup.
As for Jack… Jogo, The Sandbag should be sufficient.
"Let's find an appropriate place first. We can't exactly have you fighting a Special Grade randomly on the street." Ray said and pointed to a direction before everyone followed.
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(Rip, Jogo, The Sandbag. Your valiant contribution will be remembered.)
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