Chapter 493: with translation of chapter title

These three monsters didn't cause much trouble for the three of the train group, and were quickly dealt with by Xingqiri's stick.

However, at the moment the monsters fell, the theater lights suddenly went out, as if an invisible hand had snuffed out every candle.

The darkness lasted only an instant——

Behind Xingqiri, the scarlet curtain slowly parted to both sides. A beam of light, pure to the point of near violence, surged from the gap; the countless monsters in midair, like marionettes on strings, were pulled upward by unseen threads and dissolved into specks of light within the radiance.

"Your resolve, I already know. Now I grant you the right to gaze upon the sun. On these 107,336 boulders, the omnipotent harmonious strings shall be mine——"

Xingqiri raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracting to the size of a pinprick.

There appeared a tuning master akin to a deity, slowly emerging in the light, his conductor's baton slightly raised; within the halo of light gathering at its tip, it seemed as if the entire theater pulsed to the rhythm of his conducting, following some strange resonance.

"——The tuning master of universal praise, the resonant choir, Dominicus!"

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Jujutsu Kaisen.

It seems a big trouble has appeared……

The white-haired sorcerer named Gojo Satoru rarely furrowed his brow.

Since the curtain in the sky was drawn, the Six Eyes saw only countless remnants of worlds continually overlaying, fading, and recombining; memories flickered in his azure pupils, and all of the past unfolded before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Je…

In the illusion, Suguru Geto seemed to walk upon the light-strings; when Gojo Satoru reached out to grab him, he could touch nothing, and Geto's receding back drifted farther away, his monk's robe turning into golden notes that scattered into the sky……A wondrous harmony resonated like ten thousand crystal bells ringing simultaneously in his mind, possessing the grandeur of an organ and the ethereality of a deep‑sea whale song, as if transcending some dimension……

It is the power of tuning, Professor Gojo……I fear this Xingqiri has already merged with that Dominicus.

Yui Itto likewise felt this power unconsciously affecting them; he endured the discomfort and activated a reverse technique, hoping to clear the resonant noise within his body. However……it was of no use—his flesh suffered no harm, and so far the tuning has affected only their minds.

Yet this is precisely the most troublesome part: although the discomfort caused by tuning inflicts little harm, if it persists incessantly and cannot be defended against, he fears it will interfere with Professor Gojo's final showdown against Sukuna……

"Senior Yui Itto, I feel as if my body no longer belongs to me……" Itadori knelt on the ground, beads of cold sweat the size of peas dripping from his forehead onto the floor.

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Frieren: Beyond Journey's End.

"Is that……a god?"

Kanze stared agape, gazing up at the tuning master in the heavenly canopy.

If a god possessed a tangible form visible to the eye, it ought to look exactly like this. The tuning master dwells in the clouds, waving his conductor's baton; at his side, myriad semi‑transparent singers chant in unison, and each time they open their mouths, a sound of sublime purity—ineffable in words—echoes between heaven and earth.

"Lady Sairai, have you heard——"

"Of course I have." Lady Sairai on her throne replied blandly, "I just tried—mental‑type defensive magic cannot cancel the discomfort this sound brings, and moreover these sounds seem to have let me see some rather interesting things……"

She saw a sea of flowers.

A little girl in a white robe and floral wreath laughed as she ran toward her, trying to take her hand and lead her farther to the edge of the flower sea.

"Furamē……"

Sairai let out a low laugh; she knew full well that what lay before her was merely an illusion, especially with countless worlds continually overlaying and vanishing before her eyes, and the youthful image of Furame also fading into transparency. She could feel a power hard to explain by magic suffusing her interior, producing these unreal phantoms.

Sairai lightly flicked her palm, and the fantasy before her vanished like mist——only to re‑condense before her eyes the next second.

"Truly remarkable—perhaps even a goddess couldn't manage this?" Sairai couldn't help but exclaim, feeling compelled to admire that Xingqiri indeed possesses some means: not only did it summon a god‑like "thing," but it also managed to merge with it and usurp its authority.

How then can these three of the train group hope to oppose it?

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"Faced with this colossal 【Harmony】 incarnation, as vast as a mountain range, Xingqiri gradually realized that the three of them could not truly harm it at all."

"The power of tuning constantly affects them—let alone attacking……even dodging the singers' assaults has become extremely difficult."

"——The time has come; creation shall be reborn from the divine remains——"

"The conductor's baton of the God‑Lord's Day traced a final arc of light, countless golden notes scattering like a meteor shower. Just as this holy melody was about to reach its peak……"

"——Boom——!"

"A surging water dragon roared forth from behind it, instantly striking the God‑Lord's Day down from the heights to the ground."

"——Dan Heng?"

"Kiki gasped and lifted her head."

At this moment, the night sky of Pinokangni was already filled with countless star‑rakes, sailing like a fleet through the heights of this beautiful dream; Jingyuan and Dan Heng stood in midair, the golden Divine Lord holding a formation blade, resembling a towering golden‑armored colossus that stands between heaven and earth.

"——Radiant might, obey my decree——execute without mercy!"

"The God‑Lord's Day still struggled to rise, yet the Divine Lord's giant, wrapped in thunder, unleashed a blow that cleaved heaven and earth. The blade's light accompanied Dan Heng's towering water dragon, and the radiance instantly engulfed the God‑Lord's Day's mountain‑like form, utterly annihilating it."

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Chainsaw Man.

"Great! As expected of General Jingyuan!"

"Xingqiri, if you have anything to say, take it up with the Divine Lord's great slash!"

Denji leapt up from the sofa in excitement; seeing the general's Divine Lord strike again, this is simply too cool!

"This Xingqiri is all flash and no substance—after all that fuss, it's been taken down so easily by the general and Dan Heng; it's just too weak!" Paru was somewhat dissatisfied; she had originally thought Xingqiri could put up a fight, at least on par with the Envoy 55… but in the end, it feels like there's a noticeable gap compared to General Jingyuan.

"An incarnation of Harmony isn't really suited for combat, is it?" Akagawa Shu said lightly; he was actually quite pleased with this outcome—for people like them, the finest phrase in the world is "no harm despite the scare"; the train group's trip certainly qualified as a thrilling scare, and thanks to General Jingyuan's rescue, they escaped without injury.