The Golden Age of Jujutsu

"Gain strength beyond special grade and join the Culling Game vs. become Jin Itadori and give Kenjaku a try."

Jianxia straightened up in his chair, his lips curling into a smile.

For the bloodthirsty, chaos-loving viewers of Jujutsu Kaisen, this was obviously a multiple-choice question with only one right answer. No hesitation needed.

"Obviously, gain strength beyond special grade and give Kenjaku a try!"

Jianxia's fingers flew across the keyboard as he left his answer in the comments.

Unlike the average bloodthirsty viewer, he wasn't interested in power-scaling debates. His hobby was exploring topics that were much more twisted and bizarre.

"Can you use the top of Jogo's head?"

"Did Okkotsu get hard when he kissed Kurourushi?"

"Can Kenjaku's real body be made into a fleshlight?"

After leaving a slew of chaotic questions behind, Jianxia casually switched off his phone. A handsome face was reflected in the dark screen.

Jianxia confidently swept his hair back and switched his phone to vibrate, ready to welcome a string of question marks.

Other people might just be talking, but Jianxia genuinely had some unusual feelings toward cursed spirits.

You didn't think those questions up there were jokes, did you?

As for why he had specifically switched his phone to vibrate...

Naturally, it was because this was a magical little tool he would be using shortly.

"Jin, back then, you didn't pound fast enough or hard enough."

If Itadori's dad had possessed strength beyond special grade, one thrust could have rammed Kenjaku into a wooden post. Kenjaku wouldn't have been thinking about launching the Culling Game, and he wouldn't have been able to synthesize that almighty cursed spirit, either.

Ultimately, all those tragedies afterward only happened because Itadori's dad's rod hadn't packed enough punch!

Just as Jianxia was engrossed in his imagined scene of Itadori's conception, his phone suddenly began vibrating violently.

Then a flash of white light swept across the screen, and Jianxia lost consciousness before he could enjoy vibrate mode.

When Jianxia opened his eyes again, he found himself lying faceup in a clearing. The sun had already reached the middle of the sky.

First, he checked whether anyone had taken his pants off. Only after confirming everything was fine did he quickly get up.

"Where the hell have I ended up? Am I even still in the country?"

Looking bewildered, Jianxia surveyed his surroundings. He was standing in a broad stretch of grassland, surrounded by towering mountains and trees.

Aside from the lack of a mysterious cameraman who could spawn anywhere, it was the spitting image of a wilderness survival show's opening setup.

After spending roughly ten seconds confirming that this wasn't some prank show, Jianxia accepted reality.

He probably, possibly, had transmigrated, just like in those novels.

"System?"

Jianxia swallowed and spoke tentatively.

Only the lingering drone of cicadas in the distance answered him.

"I'm Chovy! You'd better have transmigrated me somewhere good! Oh, for..."

Jianxia gripped the phone in his hand. He had intended to throw the brick onto the grass, but the screen suddenly lighting up stopped him.

"Jianxia"

"Current time: the Heian Era, a thousand years ago"

"Innate cursed technique: Cursed Spirit Manipulation"

"Advanced skills: none"

"Mission objectives: ① Participate in the Culling Game ② Screw Kenjaku"

"Huh?"

Jianxia stared blankly at the words on his phone screen. So this system needed manual operation.

He tried swiping the phone again and discovered that it had only this one screen. It also seemed that it no longer needed charging.

"Haha, I knew it! Transmigration always comes with a cheat! Gaining strength beyond special grade and screwing Kenjaku are two options I can choose between, right?"

"no"

"Both missions must be completed"

The moment he finished speaking, the text on the phone screen rearranged itself to answer his question.

Jianxia fell silent.

"System, do you have any little missions I can do? The kind that make me stronger once I finish them?"

"no"

"What about a shop, then? You must have something I can exchange for, right?"

"no"

"Then, System, what exactly can you do to help me?"

"Mission objectives: ① Participate in the Culling Game ② Screw Kenjaku"

The only response Jianxia received was cold white text against his phone's black screen.

Given: the Culling Game took place in 2018 and was initiated by Kenjaku.

Also given: this was the Heian Era a thousand years ago, the period when Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, was active.

Also, also given: in 2018, Kenjaku's body was Suguru Geto's.

"So, System, you're not giving me a cheat, and I still have to survive this chaotic golden age of jujutsu, find a way to reach the Culling Game a thousand years later, and screw Kenjaku while he's occupying Suguru Geto's body?"

"yes"

"System, stand proud. You're strong."

Jianxia laughed in resignation.

Saying that stuff online was one thing. Who actually wanted to go red in the face giving Suguru Geto a try? He wasn't a cursed spirit.

Satoru Gojo was the exception. Jianxia figured he and Suguru Geto had the sort of relationship where they "did it" together.

As everyone knew, unless someone used a special technique like Kenjaku's Brain-Swapping Cursed Technique or was reborn through incarnation, people ordinarily possessed only one innate cursed technique.

And Jianxia's innate technique was Cursed Spirit Manipulation. It might not quite belong among the "Nine Fraud Techniques," but it wasn't far off.

How would it feel to work your ass off becoming a Pokémon Master, only for someone outputting Reverse Cursed Technique to say "excuse me" and walk straight past you?

Even Jianxia, who normally only liked discussing how to screw cursed spirits, had naturally learned from hanging around the fandom that this technique wasn't one of the powerful ones.

Sure, having his pick of cursed-spirit fleshlights was exciting, but this was the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, where strength ruled!

Just as Jianxia was wondering whether he should simply restart his life, the words on his phone screen began moving and rearranging again.

"Although the system cannot provide direct assistance"

"As an auxiliary program, it can provide the host with indirect assistance through information"

"Would you like me to tell you what to do in the plainest, most direct, least roundabout way?"

Jianxia, who had already found a crooked tree and was planning to cosplay Chongzhen, lowered his head and automatically ignored the final, Doubao-style reply.

This Divine Dog-fucking system was finally getting to work.

"System, what wisdom do you have? Present it at once."

"First, the system grieves for the host. Second, it congratulates the host"

"It grieves because the system truly cannot provide the host with a cheat"

"It congratulates you because, in the forest approximately five hundred meters to your right, a jujutsu sorcerer is exorcising cursed spirits"

"According to the system's observations, this jujutsu sorcerer belongs to the Zenin Clan, one of the future Three Great Families, and has a normal personality. They are neither a deranged 'I'll pose for my sister' weirdo nor a hyperaggressive maniac"

"Most importantly, this jujutsu sorcerer is a strong candidate to inherit the position of clan head"

"Please hurry over and latch onto this powerful patron. Becoming a jujutsu sorcerer serving the Three Great Families in the future is certainly possible"

After reading the constantly changing text, Jianxia had to think through the saddest things that had happened in his life before he could force down the corners of his mouth.

"Haha! Haven't you heard that Heaven never bars every path? The system has always been my good buddy, loyal and true!"

Jianxia hurried away from the crooked tree, canceled his Chongzhen-style neck treatment, and followed the system's directions, running toward his destination.

Only once he started moving did Jianxia realize that, although he still had his old body-even his shirt and pants were the same T-shirt and shorts he had worn before transmigrating-his physical fitness was at least several levels above what it had been.

He could also vaguely feel some sort of power flowing inside him... In all likelihood, it was cursed energy.

Although he didn't yet know how to use it, he could at least be certain that he had possessed cursed energy ever since transmigrating and had become a jujutsu sorcerer.

He didn't know how to control it, but he definitely wasn't a Muggle anymore.

"Host, the Zenin Clan's jujutsu sorcerer is just ahead"

Jianxia excitedly pushed the bushes aside. Just as he was about to say hello, he heard the other person speak.

"Furube, yurayura..."