Transmigration

As everyone knew, "transmigrator" was a familiar term. People like that generally only appeared in novels and TV dramas, providing emotional entertainment from a world away.

My name was Yang Xu, an ordinary working stiff and an absolute corporate slave. My hobbies were reading novels and watching anime.

My favorite was undoubtedly Jujutsu Kaisen, that insanely thrilling manga. Every heart-pounding fight made me so excited I wanted to punch a coworker.

Until Satoru Gojo got sliced in half...

"Fuck you, JJXX! Are you some bookworm who cursed himself back to life before dying just to disgust everyone?"

"The strongest just fucking died without any proper explanation! I swear I'll fuck your..."

Yang Xu stared at his phone screen. A second earlier, he had been marveling at how that one-eyed fucking cat's art might be inconsistent, but the story was genuinely hype.

And a second later, Satoru Gojo became two-point-five Gojo?

Then the fucking characters started feeding kills left and right. Was this a joke?

That was how Yang Xu ended up cursing someone out, but before he could finish saying "mother"...

A Dayun truck arrived.

A blinding light flashed. With his head down over his phone instead of watching the road, he was struck and sent flying by a dump truck racing through the last second of a green light.

And to make matters worse, he landed right beneath a road roller repairing the street across the way...

Like a pancake from a roadside stall, he was spread evenly across the pavement.

He died, his entire body crushed, his flesh and blood churned together until no one could even tell which parts had originally been what.

Afterward, Yang Xu felt as though he were floating. He felt as light as some god-tier madman who had suddenly paid off a thirty-year mortgage, then immediately headed to a brothel to reward his dick.

That indescribable sense of ease left him wanting to linger forever, but the hazy, muddled bliss did not last long.

His body suddenly seemed to be squeezed into a narrow passage, and then a pair of hands grabbed his head and tugged him outward.

Soon, he was pulled out. It was the chill of being dragged out of his comfort zone. Yang Xu was about to curse whichever son of a bitch had hauled him out.

But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a wailing "Waaah!"...

Yang Xu... had transmigrated.

Like those unlucky bastards in novels, he had become a quota for a truck bound for another world. He had simply died more thoroughly, and with even less dignity.

As for where he had transmigrated, naturally, it was the world of his final obsession-Jujutsu Kaisen.

The good news was that he was on the human side. His resentment from his previous life had not turned him into a monstrous special grade cursed spirit.

The bad news was that he belonged to the Kamo Clan, one of the Three Great Families.

How should he describe the Kamo Clan? It was not as open-minded as the Gojo Clan, nor as feudal as the Zenin Clan.

It sat awkwardly in the middle, and its inherited jujutsu was merely Blood Manipulation, a technique that harmed the user's body.

Honestly, aside from everyone being able to practice Blood Manipulation, what was there to praise about it?

Give it to someone a little anemic, and they would drop dead after drawing a bit of blood for a fight.

As for Yang Xu... oh, he should be called Kamo Xu now.

For Kamo Xu, before learning Reverse Cursed Technique, Blood Manipulation was undoubtedly a shortcut to turning a healthy adult into a weak wreck.

What sane person drew a huge tube of their own blood just to fight a monster? Someone with a smaller health bar could not even extend their attack range.

It was ridiculously shit, but there was nothing he could do.

After all, the mother who had raised him was a woman of the Kamo Clan.

Kamo Xu kicked away a pebble outside the family gates, his little cheeks puffed up sulkily.

"Training, training, training every single day! I don't even have time to go play pachinko. What the hell!"

"What's there to practice about spraying people with a pressure washer? Boring."

Kamo Xu was a child, yet his words carried a profound exhaustion. It was as eerie as if an adult had been forcibly stuffed into this child's body.

The servant standing beside him sometimes wondered whether he really was a child, but she did not dare say so.

"Young master, the master said you must finish the rest of your training today. If you don't..."

"Oh, quit nagging! I'm not going. That old bastard goes on about training every day, but after a whole lifetime of it, has he ever earned himself the title of Special Grade?"

Kamo Xu waved dismissively, utterly unconcerned. He never cared about his family's disapproval. Those sanctimonious old bastards only ever said things no one could understand.

He could not be bothered to remember any of it.

Blood Manipulation? Not even a dog would practice that shit.

Seeing Kamo Xu behave this way, the servant was frantic, but there truly was nothing she could do.

By all rights, someone as habitually lazy as Kamo Xu in a prominent clan should have been expelled long ago. At the very least, his legs should have been broken to uphold the family's standards.

Everyone knew perfectly well why that had not happened.

The reason was simple: Kamo Xu possessed the most unique kind of curse in this world-heavenly restriction.

Perhaps because he had been spread evenly across Mother Earth in his previous life, his soul had fused with his blood, giving him an innate ability to control blood far superior to anyone else's.

For example, other people's Piercing Blood required them to press their hands together tightly, using pressure released through their palms to launch blood at terrifying speed. Like a pressure washer, it had an incredibly high initial velocity, along with considerable penetrating and cutting power.

But Kamo Xu only needed to raise a finger for Piercing Blood. The blood in his body would naturally gather at his fingertip, ready to fire freely at his will.

He did not even need to expend much cursed energy.

Moreover, because his soul was mixed into his blood, cursed energy naturally flowed through it as well. Every drop delivered the utmost cursed energy output.

Thus, even a single drop of blood he fired could match the power of an ordinary Piercing Blood.

But that was not the strongest aspect of his heavenly restriction. There was something even more powerful about his ability: he could freely control every drop of blood he fired, meaning he retained control over blood even after releasing it.

Recycling. Thrift and frugality.

But even that reusable blood was not his most absurd ability. He still had one last trump card.

[Blood Affinity]

Just as its name suggested, it gave him an extreme affinity for blood. At first, it sounded unimpressive, a little bonus trick not much different from the previous ability.

But what if I told you that affinity applied to other people's blood?

How broken was this ability? The instant Kamo Xu touched someone with both hands and injected cursed energy into their body, bringing it into contact with their blood...

The blood in your body no longer belongs to you. Now I'm going to use your blood to throw one hell of a party inside you, and you... my friend, you're the stage itself!

Then... BOOM!

His enemy would become the world's most monochromatic firework, spread evenly across every surface the splatter could reach, just like Yang Xu before.

That was Kamo Xu's heavenly restriction, a terrifying, shamelessly unfair ability that was incredibly difficult to defend against.

But every loss came with a gain. As for what Kamo Xu had lost... had he not been flattened into a pancake in his previous life?

I already died once, and in such an undignified way. You still have the nerve to ask me to give something up?

And so, Kamo Xu had lost his ambition.

That was the price.

The maid pleaded and reasoned with him, but Kamo Xu simply would not listen. Faced with the utterly unyielding boy, she could only sigh and turn away helplessly to report to the clan head.

Kamo Xu did not care. When you already had enough lice, a few more bites hardly mattered. That old bastard could not control him anyway.

"Hmm~ hm-hm-hmm~" Kamo Xu hummed a tuneless little song. With no one around, he was all the happier to enjoy the peace.

I worked my ass off for so long in my last life, and now I finally get to be a little brat again. If I don't enjoy myself while I'm at the right age, am I supposed to wait until my dick stops working? What the fuck would I even play with then?

With that thought, Kamo Xu immediately decided to go have some fun at the nearby pachinko parlor.

Without further hesitation, he set off at once.

Kamo Xu raised his little hand, and a drop of fresh blood immediately formed at his fingertip.

It fluttered up and down a few times, then gradually flattened until it became a disc.

Kamo Xu nodded and stepped onto it. That crimson disc, as thin as a cicada's wing, actually supported a child's body!

Under Kamo Xu's control, the disc lifted off steadily, carrying the boy toward a shady establishment in town that let even children inside to make money.

As for Japan's rule that you had to be at least twenty to gamble...

Heh. Can't I just bring a servant along as my guardian?

I give him the money, he pays, and I happen to hold his hand while he launches the pachinko balls. Who can say anything about that?

"Haha, pachinko! Your young master is coming to grace you with his favor!"

Author's note: Hey, everyone! Long time no see. I've really missed you all.

This is the second novel I've started. Since the readership on the last one was so abysmal, I decided to put it on hold for a while and write something new to get the stuff in my head out.

Of course, I'll still finish the original one little by little. It's my first work, after all. I couldn't bear to let it die halfway through.