In a small, modest Japanese-style room.
"Damn it!"
"Gege Akutami, you absolute menace!"
"Is it not enough that Satoru Gojo got sealed and unsealed twice?! Now he's piloting a Gundam like some fever dream? What kind of nonsense plot twist is this?!"
Arata Renji slammed his fist on the low wooden table, frustration written all over his face.
Just moments ago, he'd blacked out from pure anger after reading the latest chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen.
"The hell...Fushiguro Megumi, controlled by Sukuna, versus Gojo piloting a literal EVA Unit?!"
"When did Jujutsu Kaisen turn into Neon Genesis Evangelion?!"
"Haaa…"
As his breathing calmed, Renji suddenly noticed something wasn't right.
"...Wait. Where the hell am I?"
He looked around, confused. The paper sliding doors, the tatami mats—this wasn't his bedroom.
Didn't he faint in his apartment after rage-reading the manga?
Just as Arata Renji was trying to figure things out, a terrifying sound came from the next room.
"AAAAHHHH!!"
A shrill, agonizing scream, followed by the wet squelch of blood splattering.
"...From the next room?!"
Despite having seen countless horror films and videos, Arata wasn't stupid.
No one made sounds like that during...intimate moments.
And then—
Ding! System loading complete. Congratulations to the host for activating the 'Life Selection System'.
Ding! First life selection begins.
Option 1: As a transmigrator, be fearless! Fight the Grade 3 Cursed Spirit breaking through the wall...with your bare hands!
Reward: Eight Gates Technique!
Option 2: Use love and emotion to influence the incoming Cursed Spirit.
Reward: Shadow Clone Technique (Multiple)!
Option 3: Look deeply into the eyes of Gojo Satoru, who is about to arrive.
Reward: Mangekyō Sharingan (Kamikaze Variant)!
The flood of absurd information made Renji freeze.
Wait...what? Did he seriously transmigrate into Jujutsu Kaisen?!
And the noise next door—that was a cursed spirit?!
It'll break into his room next!
As he stared at the impossible options, Renji felt his soul leave his body.
System, you lunatic—bare-handed fight with a Grade 3 curse?! Is this suicide?
And the second option?! "Use love"? You want me to talk feelings to a cursed spirit?!
Thankfully, there was Option 3. As dumb as it sounded...it was the safest.
And the reward—Mangekyō Sharingan!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The thin wall shook violently. It sounded like something huge was slamming into it with terrifying force.
Renji backed toward the door, his gaze fixed on the bulging plaster.
He was gambling—three seconds.
If Gojo Satoru didn't show up in three seconds, he'd bolt.
No way in hell was he fighting that thing alone!
BOOM!!!
The wall exploded outward—splinters flying as a grotesque monster squirmed into view.
A worm-like body, dozens of bloodshot eyes staring hungrily, and a gaping maw leaking green pus that sizzled as it hit the floor.
Drip...drip...
The tatami mat sizzled and smoked where the corrosive liquid touched.
The stench was unbearable, making Renji gag.
"Don't go… stay… play with me…"
A childlike chorus, distorted and overlapping, filled the room. Renji's skin crawled.
Through the hole in the wall, he could see the next room—covered in blood.
A woman's corpse lay torn apart, face frozen in horror, unseeing eyes wide open.
Renji trembled.
"Sorry, but you're too damn ugly—even dogs would avoid you."
Just as he grabbed the door handle to make his escape—
CRASH!
Glass shattered as a tall figure leapt in.
Silver hair. A carefree smile. Black sorcerer's uniform.
In one hand—a box of Sendai's famous Kikufuku mochi.
"Yo~ sorry I'm late."
Gojo Satoru.
In an instant, Gojo appeared before the cursed spirit and casually raised a hand.
Snap!
The creature disintegrated to ash, leaving only the smell of burnt filth.
Renji sighed in relief. Yup, still the dessert-loving maniac.
Poor people who loved sweets were often deadly strong.
Gojo turned, grinning, "You're alive. Good. Interesting… you've got cursed energy. And something else...I can't see through it."
His Six Eyes—legendary for their clarity—showed nothing but thick fog surrounding Arata Renji.
"Hey, kid. Interested in becoming a sorcerer? It's dangerous work, but the meals and dorms are free."
Renji smiled thinly.
So this was the excuse to hang around Gojo and his famous Six Eyes?
"Sorcerer? What's that? And that monster just now...?"
Renji acted clueless.
Gojo raised a finger. "Cursed spirits are born from human emotions. Fear, anger, regret...you get it. Negative feelings take form."
Renji already knew, but he listened quietly.
After finishing his explanation, Gojo smiled wider. "So? Join us? It's a bit risky, but free food and lodging!"
Renji's mouth twitched.
A bit risky? Almost everyone in the manga dies!
He grinned. "My grandmother told me you can tell if someone's lying by looking into their eyes."
Gojo laughed. "Fair. But you'll owe me after this."
Without hesitation, he slid off his blindfold, revealing those pale blue, terrifyingly clear eyes.
The Six Eyes.
Beautiful. Infinite. As if they could see the truth of the universe.
Renji stared hard—this was the mission after all.
The system demanded "deep, affectionate eye contact"—well, he'd give it.
Even if staring into a man's eyes this lovingly made him want to gag.
Gojo twitched. This kid's intense stare was giving him goosebumps.
"Why so serious, kid…?"
Suddenly—Gojo's phone rang at full blast:
"Can't escape my wicked gaze, my heart beats only for you~~"(Japanese version)
Both men stiffened.
"...Shit," they thought at the same time.
Renji finally broke eye contact, face hot.
Stupid system. What hellish mission was this?
But the reward made it worth it—
Ding! Congratulations! Mission Complete. Reward: Mangekyō Sharingan (Kamikaze Variant) unlocked…