Cursed Technique: Advance Screening

Question: If you opened and closed your eyes and discovered you had transmigrated into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen...

And your cursed technique meant you absolutely had to get involved with the main cast, what would you do?

Please give me a top-tier walkthrough.

Waiting online. Pretty urgent.

Long Xi, seventeen years old, was Chinese.

In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person. He had transmigrated with his own body, but there hadn't been any merging of bodies.

Which meant he was still an undocumented resident.

There wasn't a body in this world for his soul to transmigrate into, either.

This was his eighth day in this world.

Back in his previous life, all he had done was role-play a "Special Grade 3000" in the Bilibili comments, claiming he wanted to elbow Sukuna.

Then he had blinked and actually ended up in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, here to deliver that elbow for real.

Here was a brief introduction to this world for anyone unfamiliar with it.

It was a world made up of 99.9 percent ordinary people and 0.1 percent people who could essentially be considered superpowered.

The malice ordinary people produced, their various wicked thoughts, created things called cursed spirits.

Jujutsu sorcerers-the superpowered people-didn't produce these things, and they also had to exorcise them.

Otherwise, things could easily snowball until Japan experienced Hiroshima's warmth all over again.

Were they dangerous to ordinary people? Extremely!

Especially to someone like Long Xi, who could already see those things but had no way to fight back. He could end up opening his domain within ten seconds-or just have his account wiped without even opening one!

Then he'd have to head back to the player recruitment lobby. An eleven-month account ban in one go-how was anyone supposed to play like that?!

Good news: He didn't have a cheat that dealt 999 damage per hit, but his cursed technique worked much like a system.

Bad news: It needed emotions to activate, and he didn't have any available himself.

Even worse news: With a body that was useless apart from being able to see cursed spirits, he now had to enter the elimination round in episode one.

Well, this was just great...

Kids, do you think I can elbow an unnamed cursed spirit to death?

[Name: Long Xi]

[Age: 17]

[Cursed technique: Early Access! (LV.1)]

[Effect: After activating this cursed technique, the area within a fifty-meter radius of the user enters an observed state. During this state, those observing from a third-person perspective will continuously supply the sorcerer with cursed energy.

At the same time, once the technique ends (for example, at the end of episode one), permanent enhancements will be awarded, along with... random acquisitions in other areas.

(Note: Unlimited uses, but substantial enhancements are only awarded when high-quality content is broadcast. Boring content will provide very little improvement.)]

[Current cursed energy: An ordinary person who can see cursed spirits (System enhancements have provided a little combat capability, barely. Slightly more than Mai, just enough to see nasty things, but dealing substantial damage will still take some work.)]

[Current skills: Cursed Energy Manipulation LV. Unranked (Merely a method worked out on your own. Want a life-or-death match against a Grade 4?]

No matter how he looked at it, elbowing Sukuna to death was out of the question.

If he dared go, it would be "Long Xi, out!" on the spot.

Over the past few days, he had used this skill countless times, but the response had been practically nonexistent.

Sometimes the amount was so tiny he couldn't even feel it, like a kid trying to drive a big truck, or stirring a vat with a toothpick.

He couldn't say there was no sensation, but claiming he felt anything wasn't quite plausible either. His improvement existed in a state of Schrödinger's uncertainty.

It had taken seven days to get him to the point where he could see cursed spirits, and even that was only because he'd pulled a wild stunt and bitten a lighter.

He had also promoted himself like crazy to his folks back in his original world-meaning his livestream friends; the protagonist was an orphan-hoping his fellow Earthlings would lend him a hand.

But in the end, they had successfully dismissed it all as AI-generated video. After all, instead of claiming he'd transmigrated, he would have been better off saying he was playing some massive VR game...

Good thing he hadn't cheaped out and had bitten a lighter. Otherwise, he'd still be in the same state as the Zenin Clan's tyrant.

But was he really going to enter episode one in this condition? If he went in, wouldn't he get kicked to death like some stray by the roadside?

Besides, the impression he made in episode one was crucial.

The protagonist and deuteragonist both appeared in episode one, along with Satoru Gojo, who wasn't the protagonist but might as well have been.

If he didn't make himself a familiar face now, what were the viewers supposed to feast on?

Although he knew his current viewers had all watched Jujutsu Kaisen and were waiting for him to elbow Sukuna, it still felt so dangerous.

"...Too bad. I don't have any room to maneuver now."

"If the finger were still there, things would be a little better..."

"But the plot's about to start now..."

Sendai's moonlight shone over the campus. Not a single sound from a teacher or student came from the entire school, as though it were an administration building.

But who knew how many cursed spirits were inside? Just like you never knew how many nameless enemies might be lurking in an administration building, creeping around and preparing to unleash their ults.

From the cursed spirits' perspective, it was easy enough to understand. A jackpot like Sukuna's Finger had finally dropped; anyone who didn't want to come take a bite would have to be something else.

So he could only put his life on the line...

With an instant-noodle seasoning packet between his teeth, Long Xi leaned against a plane tree at the high school, staring at the classroom building, deathly gray beneath the moonlight.

The wind through the corridors sounded like "die" playing on repeat. In his previous life, he'd definitely have filmed a haunted-school short to earn some instant-noodle money.

Unfortunately, if he dared take out his phone and turn on the flash now, a cursed spirit would be using his head as a bowling ball the next second.

He tore open the seasoning packet, poured some into his mouth, then gulped down some unboiled water. Only then did his muddled head clear a little.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the cursed spirits wandering nearby.

One, two... Just counting those visible to the naked eye, not including the powerful cursed spirits drawn here by the finger, there were already at least ten.

But he knew perfectly well that fortune favored the bold. His cursed technique, Early Access...

Was a technique that would let him soar later, as long as he developed properly in the early stages.

The only problem he faced now was that he didn't know whether his viewers had watched Jujutsu Kaisen or were watching another version from his perspective.

But whichever version it was, his opening performance and his so-called persona were both important.

As for a persona, he didn't need to force one into existence.

He would rather be himself.

But putting on a good performance really meant risking his life.

To put it bluntly, he was a jujutsu sorcerer who lived off viewer traffic.

Traffic was his mana bar, his health bar, and his only hope of surviving tonight.

And right now, the biggest initial source of traffic in the entire world of Jujutsu Kaisen was inside this dilapidated classroom building.

Yuji Itadori, the sunny idiot with inborn superhuman strength; Megumi Fushiguro, the prickly type with a cold exterior and a warm heart; and Satoru Gojo, the white-haired lunatic at the pinnacle of the Jujutsu Society, always wearing a blindfold and acting cool.

Whether in a Gala Game or an anime, those three had absolutely top-tier character appeal.

If he performed well, drew the viewers' eyes away from them, and kept their attention firmly glued to himself, his cursed energy would shoot up. He might even jump straight from LV.1 to LV.2 and unlock new functions.

Then he could finally escape his fate as a cursed spirit's snack.

If he screwed it up...

Long Xi glanced again at the cursed spirit still clinging to the window. It had already started drooling.

If he screwed up, he'd become its midnight snack. Then, in his next life, he'd have to remember not to run his mouth in Bilibili's comments, especially not by setting a flag like "elbowing Sukuna."

Luckily, these were all small fry, about as dangerous as stray dogs rummaging through neighborhood trash cans. He couldn't handle a pack, but individually they weren't particularly lethal (?).

If a Grade 2 or Grade 1 actually popped out, he'd lie down right there and save himself the struggle before having to wipe his account and start over, waiting eleven months to become a brave new man again.

Long Xi reached into his pocket and pulled out a clattering pile of junk, most of it salt.

He had already thought of his first selling point in this anime full of Japanese jujutsu sorcerers!

The first Chinese person to appear!

Once he got on his feet, he could definitely attract plenty of viewers from back home. Then, as long as the fights were satisfying, he'd draw in even more!

It was a stroke of genius. If he'd gone next door to become some kind of assistant to Sparkle, his career would definitely have flourished even more.

But right now, something else was the most useful...

He filled three mineral-water bottles with tap water, added refined salt bought on sale at the supermarket, shook them until his arms ached, then muttered "Amitabha, hallelujah" into the bottle openings three times. That counted as blessed holy water.

The total cost was fifty yen. No rip-offs, no regrets. Even if splashing it on a cursed spirit couldn't scald it to death, at least it could make it choke a couple of times.

Apart from that, he had also sprinkled a line of salt around the base of the classroom building's walls. He didn't know whether it would work, but it was better than doing nothing.

He had three lighters stuffed in his pocket. A lingering effect of biting a lighter last time: now whenever he saw one, he wanted to pocket it.

He also had a folding knife bought from a hundred-yen shop. It was sharp enough to cut instant noodles; against a cursed spirit, it could probably only trim its nails.

Better than nothing...

Just then, a sharp crash of breaking glass came from inside the classroom building.

Long Xi instantly straightened and poured the last of the seasoning into his mouth. It was so salty he grimaced and nearly spat it out, but his eyes grew exceptionally bright.

He barely managed to draw a faint trace of cursed energy into his fingers.

Long Xi took a deep breath, raised his hand, and pressed it against his temple.

[Technique activation: Early Access!]

Invisible ripples spread outward from him, precisely covering a fifty-meter radius.

The entire space seemed to become a giant livestream without scrolling comments, and he was its only streamer and its only actor.

For now, the stream had no viewers.

But they would be here soon...

(Since this was written using both manual typing and voice input, there may be typos. If you spot any, please tag me. I'm begging you, this work really matters to me, so please don't spam two-star ratings just because there are typos!)