The Pinnacle of the Ninja World, Madara Uchiha!

"Class dismissed!"

An unfamiliar dismissal bell rang in Lin Mu's ears. He shook his groggy head and slowly opened his eyes.

"Impressive, Lin Mu. You actually slept through an entire class!"

A somewhat familiar voice reached him. Lin Mu looked up to see a cheerful pink-haired boy smiling at him from the front.

"Yuji Itadori!"

Lin Mu's heart jolted.

"Isn't this the protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen? Bro's cosplay is insanely accurate?"

"No, wait... did I transmigrate?"

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar classmates, Lin Mu finally realized what had happened.

And when faced with the protagonist of the anime that had kept him hooked for nearly a year in his previous life, Lin Mu remembered him vividly.

He vaguely remembered how, in his previous life, he had blacked out the moment he saw Yuta Okkotsu begin piloting Satoru Gojo after copying Kenjaku's technique.

For Lin Mu, who had spent months hoping that Satoru Gojo might be revived, it had undoubtedly been a fatal blow. His vision went black, and when he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

A flood of information from the original owner of this body poured into his mind, bringing waves of pain.

The original owner had been mixed-race. His father was from Divine Xia, while his mother was Japanese. His parents had died in a strange case, though even the original owner knew nothing about the details.

His family had not been well-off, but the savings his parents left behind were enough for Lin Mu to live normally until adulthood.

"A classic opening."

Lin Mu laughed bitterly inwardly. "Isn't this the classic transmigration setup from novels in my previous life? I never thought I'd actually run into it myself."

"No, wait, where the hell is my system?"

Lin Mu finally noticed the crucial issue—he was a transmigrator, yet he did not have a system! Wasn't that standard equipment?

Could his golden finger be knowing the plot in advance?

That seemed kind of useless, though. And with his own involvement, it might not even remain accurate. The butterfly effect could have a huge impact.

Having no system would have been one thing, but the main issue was that he was still an ordinary person. In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, that made him one of the monkeys Suguru Geto talked about!

His cursed energy was pitifully thin. He could not see curses and could not use cursed techniques. It would have been better if he had zero cursed energy—then maybe he could have played at being a Heavenly Tyrant. What was the point of having this neither-here-nor-there amount of cursed energy?

"Isn't this completely screwed?"

While Lin Mu was feeling dejected, Yuji patted him on the shoulder. He had been the original owner's only friend in high school and did not notice anything unusual about Lin Mu.

"Lin Mu, which club are you planning to join?"

Lin Mu paused. "A club?"

He vaguely remembered that this should have been the plot of the first episode of Jujutsu Kaisen. Yuji had accidentally picked up Sukuna's Finger and brought it to the Occult Research Club, setting off a chain of events afterward.

"I don't know. Do you have any suggestions?"

Lin Mu still did not know the exact point in the timeline he had arrived at, so he could not act rashly. If he affected the course of the world line, his only advantage would vanish completely.

He still did not know whether Yuji had picked up Sukuna's Finger yet. It would be best to follow the protagonist's lead.

"How about the Occult Research Club? A senior invited me there today. Want to come with me?"

Lin Mu nodded. After hearing Yuji say that he was going to the Occult Research Club today, he finally confirmed the current timeline.

Yuji had accidentally found the sealed Sukuna's Finger and handed it over to senior Sasaki and senior Iguchi. If nothing went wrong, they should soon head to the Occult Research Club to discuss a campus incident that might be connected to the supernatural.

The clubroom was not far away. Following Yuji, Lin Mu quickly arrived at a cramped room.

The small room was piled with books on rural legends, urban myths, and terrifying supernatural tales, along with newspapers containing both real and fabricated reports, all recording bizarre death cases.

Beside the desks in the center of the room sat two seniors engaged in lively conversation.

"Ah! Yuji, you're here!"

"And who's that behind you?"

Senior Sasaki adjusted her glasses and looked at Lin Mu suspiciously.

"Oh, he's my friend. He's interested in the Occult Research Club too and wants to join!"

Senior Sasaki was immediately overjoyed. The Occult Research Club, which had struggled even to be established, had managed to recruit two members in one day!

"Now the club's establishment won't be a problem!"

Senior Sasaki enthusiastically stepped forward to greet Lin Mu, intending to have him sign the club application immediately, afraid that he might change his mind.

After all, most people kept their distance from such an idle club. No one wanted to spend all day discussing supernatural events that did not exist.

When senior Sasaki approached Lin Mu, a strange aura emanated from her body. The instant Lin Mu sensed it, his mind went hazy.

The scenery around him changed in an instant. The cramped room vanished, replaced by a boundless ancient battlefield! Countless towering trees stood tall, while alluring yet deadly flowers scattered powder through the air.

At the center of all the towering trees stood an even greater divine tree that reached into the heavens. At its crown was a flower bud ready to bloom, while twenty horizontal shoots grew from its trunk.

And before Lin Mu stood a towering, dark-blue giant image that pierced the heavens! The outline of a massive warrior was clearly visible, with two katana-like blades that gleamed like the light of hell hanging at its waist, their cold radiance flashing as though they could sever everything in the world!

Within that demon-like tengu mask, a proud figure looked down upon everything below. An indescribably terrifying pressure poured down, so tangible it nearly took form, making the entire world tremble on the verge of collapse.

Lin Mu could never forget that appearance. The figure reflected in his eyes was the Uchiha clan's supreme powerhouse—Madara Uchiha!

And it was Madara Uchiha in his strongest Six Paths form!

In his previous life's anime, he had been the ultimate powerhouse, capable of shaking the entire ninja world with his strength alone!

During the Ninja World War, he had single-handedly suppressed hundreds of thousands of allied ninja troops and crushed the five Kage-level experts working together! He had spent decades planning his resurrection, gathering the Tailed Beasts, and carrying out the Eye of the Moon Plan—all of it showcased the might of this Uchiha genius!

Whether in ninjutsu, taijutsu, or ocular techniques, he stood at the very pinnacle!

That soul-shaking scene flashed past in an instant. If not for the persistent value appearing before Lin Mu's eyes, he would have thought it was all a hallucination.

"Inheritance Progress: 0%"

"Threat detected. Madara Uchiha template unlocked. Extracting basic abilities..."

Lin Mu was ecstatic. He had unlocked Madara Uchiha's template!? So those transmigrator seniors hadn't lied to him—transmigration really did come with a cheat!

With Madara Uchiha's abilities, who needed cursed energy or cursed techniques? He could just use Fire Release: Majestic Flame Destroyer, Heavenly Obstacle Quaking Star, and pilot a blue Gundam...

"Wasn't that awesome?"

Lin Mu had completely immersed himself in fantasies of drawing all sorts of absurdly overpowered skills.

But reality often ran contrary to fantasy.

"Extracted abilities: Sharingan, Fire Release: Majestic Flame Destroyer."

Lin Mu: "..."

The cold splash of reality calmed Lin Mu down. "So this isn't going to be the path of an invincible chosen one?"

"Looks like I'll have to unlock Madara Uchiha's abilities bit by bit myself."

Although things differed somewhat from what he had expected, he at least had a cheat now. He had something to rely on, enough to establish himself in this world of cursed techniques.

As soon as the system prompt vanished, a flood of ninjutsu information surged into Lin Mu's mind. His eyes burned, and tears of blood streamed down his face.

At that same instant, his eyes turned crimson. His pupils were ringed by a black circle, upon which hung a single, solitary tomoe.

"Sharingan!"