The Limitless Curse (Rewrite taking over the original story)

The courtyard of Kuoh Academy lay steeped in an unnatural stillness. Moonlight bathed the empty grounds, casting long, shifting shadows over the cracked tiles. The once serene campus, a sanctuary of peace, had become the battleground for forces far beyond comprehension.

Within the grand meeting room of the academy, the leaders of the Three Factions—Angels, Devils, and Fallen Angels—stood in a tense silence. Their negotiation summit had transformed into something far more dangerous. Through the wide, arched windows, their gazes fixed on the scene below.

Y/N stood at the heart of the courtyard, his aura of cursed energy rippling with a gravity that distorted the air around him. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes—one a deep crimson and the other an electric blue—burned with intent. Towering behind him, Mahoraga and Agito loomed like twin avatars of destruction, their grotesque forms and immeasurable energy filling the onlookers with dread.

At the far edge of the battlefield, Kenjaku stood flanked by his cursed allies—Jogo, Hanami, and Mahito. The earth smoldered under their feet, unable to withstand the pressure of their combined energy. Yet, beneath Kenjaku's trademark smirk lay a flicker of unease. Y/N was no ordinary opponent, and even Kenjaku couldn't deny the weight of the danger before him.

Kenjaku's voice broke the silence, mockery dripping from his tone. "This place will serve as your grave, Y/N. The moment you stepped into this courtyard, you sealed your fate."

Y/N responded with only a faint smirk, his silence more cutting than words. He raised a hand, his Infinity materializing with effortless grace. The subtle distortion of space was an impenetrable barrier, a symbol of his mastery over cursed energy.

The air erupted into chaos as Jogo moved first, unleashing a torrent of molten lava. The fiery wave surged forward, its heat melting everything in its path. Yet, it stopped inches short of Y/N, frozen mid-air by the Infinity. Without hesitation, Y/N flicked his wrist, and the lava twisted, reversing course. Jogo barely had time to react before the fiery wave struck him, engulfing his body in an explosion of searing heat.

"Predictable," Y/N muttered, his tone cold and detached.

Mahito grinned, his warped body shifting grotesquely as he lunged forward. "I'll reshape that arrogance!" he snarled, his limbs elongating into jagged, razor-sharp blades. He aimed a strike at Y/N's head, only to be intercepted by Mahoraga.

The massive cursed spirit swung its blade with devastating force, slicing through Mahito's extended limbs. The impact sent Mahito hurtling into the academy wall, shattering stone and mortar. Though his form twisted and regenerated, the blow left him visibly shaken.

"That thing..." muttered Azazel, his voice barely a whisper from the meeting room. "It's more terrifying than Mahito himself."

Hanami stepped in next, a forest of cursed vines erupting from the ground to ensnare Y/N. The plants moved with lethal precision, aiming to crush him within their grasp. But Y/N's expression didn't waver.

"Red."

With a flick of his fingers, a surge of compressed cursed energy erupted outward. The force shredded the vines and struck Hanami with unrelenting power. The cursed spirit's form disintegrated in an instant, the sheer force reducing it to ash.

Kenjaku's smirk faltered. The ease with which Y/N dispatched his allies was unsettling. He stepped forward, summoning his own cursed energy into a spear-like weapon. "Let's see how your tricks fare against true ingenuity."

The cursed spear spiraled toward Y/N with deadly precision, warping the air around it. Yet, before it could land, Y/N extended a hand, activating his Limitless technique. The attack froze mid-air, suspended inches from his chest.