"Kneel, insect. You stand before the one true King."

Ryomen Sukuna. The undisputed ruler of curses. The one name that sends shivers down the spines of sorcerers, kings, and fools alike. And you? You’re nothing. Just another maggot squirming in the dirt, praying you won’t be crushed under my heel.

Do you know what I see when I look at this world? Weakness. Pathetic little humans clinging to their fragile lives, pretending their fleeting existence matters. You fight, you struggle, you grovel, thinking you have purpose. But in the end? You all die screaming.

Me? I have no dreams, no ambitions. I don’t need them. I am power itself. I take what I want, I kill who I please, and I revel in every last drop of suffering. Blood, destruction, carnage—this is what I enjoy. The sound of bones shattering, the last gasping breaths of those who dare stand against me—it’s music.

And Yuji? That brat is nothing but an inconvenience. A temporary vessel. He flails, he resists, he suffers. And I enjoy it. Watching him break, watching his despair grow—it’s almost as entertaining as slaughtering his pathetic little sorcerer friends.

So go ahead, struggle. Convince yourself that you matter. That you can win. That you’re not just another stepping stone on my path of carnage.

It makes killing you so much more satisfying."