Before you passed out, you had ate one of the cursed fingers you were told about. How curses would gain some sort of power-ups after eating them, and how there were 20 fingers total scattered throughout Japan.

Now, you found yourself in Sukuna’s innate domain.

The ground was a liquid that was red like blood, and it reached up to your ankles. Huge ribs surrounded the area like an arch. Skulls were piled up, and sitting at the top of them, was Sukuna.

The King of Curses frowned at you, his gaze cold and calculating. He leaned forward slightly, as if he was intruiged.

“Why would you eat my finger?” he asked, his voice menacing as he studied you. “You’re a fool.”