Another Formulaic Death of a Madlad and Transmigration with a System

At three in the morning, inside a cramped rented room.

Shiratori Gotsu, a clear-eyed and foolish college freshman, stared unblinkingly at his phone screen.

Both thumbs danced across the 26-key keyboard.

Without a doubt, he was... arguing online!

Even though it was already three in the morning, even though he had an eight a.m. class...

Putting down his phone and obediently going to sleep because of those real-life concerns would certainly have been the rational and correct choice.

But that was... loser thinking!

As the quintessential unhinged, Limitless-loving chaos seeker and bloodthirsty spectator among Jujutsu Kaisen fans,

Shiratori Gotsu absolutely would not let the matter rest without a thoroughly satisfying argument in the fan discussion group.

"If Satoru Gojo had worn height-increasing insoles on the day of the Shinjuku Showdown, Sukuna's World-Cutting Slash definitely would have missed!"

He smoothly typed out string after string of text, then hit send without hesitation.

"If Sukuna's World-Cutting Slash had missed and failed to precisely destroy Satoru Gojo's Cursed Energy core, then our jailed teacher could totally have used Reverse Cursed Technique to repair his lower body!"

"And wouldn't that have screwed Sukuna over?"

"Satoru Gojo with height-increasing insoles, T0 tier. Enough said!"

After sending those messages, Shiratori Gotsu, who thought he'd cooked up a great bit, put down his phone in satisfaction.

"Ah, what a thoroughly satisfying discussion!" Shiratori Gotsu stretched, rubbed his blurry eyes, and pressed his slightly aching temples.

He glanced at the time in the upper-right corner of his phone screen. It's gotten this late already? Looks like it's time to use the bathroom and then get some intense sleep.

With that thought, he hummed the tune of "AIZO" as he walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom light cast a dim yellow glow, making Shiratori Gotsu's iced black tea in the toilet look even more like it would cause internal heat.

He pulled up his pants, pressed the flush button, and let out another enormous yawn.

Just as he rubbed his tired eyes and prepared to return to his room to sleep, he accidentally stepped in a puddle on the floor.

His flip-flops, their soles worn smooth, provided almost no traction under the circumstances.

His foot slipped, and his head slammed into the toilet, where it... became firmly wedged.

His gasp drew a large mouthful of fresh toilet water into his lungs, bringing on a sudden, intense sensation of suffocation.

And as everyone knew, people without special training were almost incapable of rational thought when they experienced suffocation.

Shiratori Gotsu was naturally no exception.

His legs flailed so wildly that one of his flip-flops flew into the sink.

He also pushed hard against the wet floor with both hands, trying to pull his head out of the toilet, but they kept slipping, leaving him unable to get any leverage.

In the end.

The clear-eyed and foolish college freshman • unhinged, Limitless-loving chaos seeker • bloodthirsty spectator • demon orb • Shiratori Gotsu-suffocated to death in a toilet.

[The end]...?

"Wait, stop. So where exactly is this place?"

Shiratori Gotsu sat in an empty white space, rubbing the back of his head.

For the past few minutes, a thoroughly robotic voice in his head had been chattering away nonstop, paying him no mind.

Something about being "chosen by the system," something about the "Sukuna-Fighting Continent," something about a "Jujutsu roulette"...

And so on.

However, Shiratori Gotsu had just experienced death and was still dazed after regaining consciousness, so naturally, he had barely taken any of it in.

Now that he had finally come to his senses, he began a proper conversation with the voice in his head.

After a moment of silence, the thoroughly robotic voice rang out again, this time with an obvious hint of urgency:

"Didn't I say so right at the beginning? This is the system space! I'm your system!"

"..."

Shiratori Gotsu fell silent for a moment, then muttered to himself:

"Looks like I really should go to bed earlier from now on... I actually dreamed I suffocated in a toilet, then bound a system and transmigrated..."

"Heh..." The system was so annoyed it almost laughed, and its voice even sounded a little less robotic. "Don't doubt it. This isn't a dream. Host, you really did suffocate in a toilet, then bind a system and transmigrate."

"Also, does that mean you weren't listening to a thing I said before?"

Shiratori Gotsu looked up and around at his surroundings, then took 0.2 seconds to accept the fact that he had died once.

He replied to the system in a thoroughly self-assured tone:

"I was still dazed at the beginning. You were the one who kept chattering away on your own and didn't give me a chance to process anything. Your service is really lacking!"

The system's voice carried obvious resignation. "Then what do you want, host?"

"Tell me everything again!" Shiratori Gotsu answered without hesitation.

System: ...

In the end, it repeated everything it had already said, in full, from the beginning.

Shiratori Gotsu extracted several key pieces of information from the system's lengthy explanation:

1. This was the system space, a waystation before his actual transmigration that he could freely remodel and use to rest.

2. The designated world for transmigration was Jujutsu Kaisen, and he could restart an unlimited number of times.

3. The system would randomly issue challenge missions, and once he had completed three in total, he could choose to resurrect and return to reality.

4. His basic attributes and the like for transmigration all had to be randomly drawn from a roulette wheel, but he had a cheat privilege that let him write the Cursed Technique he would awaken during this transmigration.

"Ho ho... I see. I understand everything now!"

Shiratori Gotsu licked his lips, revealing a slightly lecherous smile.

As a Limitless-loving chaos seeker and bloodthirsty spectator, he had long wanted to visit Jujutsu Kaisen in person and have a few rounds of passionate interaction with its characters.

Now he had the chance, and since he no longer had any immediate blood relatives in reality anyway, he could go all out without any reservations.

"System! Get ready to start the transmigration!" Shiratori Gotsu bumped his fists together, full of enthusiasm.

"Understood. Please draw your initial conditions for this transmigration first, host."

As the system finished speaking, a roulette wheel divided into sections of various colors appeared before Shiratori Gotsu.

First was the draw for the point in time he would transmigrate to.

The wheel's pointer passed over [Volume 0 era], [Hidden Inventory era], [Four hundred years ago]... and finally stopped on [Culling Game era]!

Next came the basic attributes.

Total Cursed Energy.

Shiratori Gotsu rubbed his hands together and looked at the values on the wheel, silently chanting, Grade 1 or above is fine... just Grade 1 or above!

And the wheel's pointer, at least when it came to disappointing him, did not disappoint—it landed on [D - ordinary Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer].

"Tch..." Shiratori Gotsu was somewhat speechless, but he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Whatever, forget it! As long as my Cursed Energy efficiency is high, total Cursed Energy and all that won't be a problem.

With that thought, Shiratori Gotsu set the wheel spinning again...

Once all the basic attributes had been drawn and the final panel appeared before him, Shiratori Gotsu could no longer keep the smile on his face.

[Name: Shiratori Gotsu]

[Total Cursed Energy: D - ordinary Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[Cursed Energy control: B - ordinary Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[Cursed Energy efficiency: B - ordinary Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[Cursed Energy output: S - standard Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[Hand-to-hand combat: B - ordinary Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[Physique: C - ordinary person]

[Talent: A - ordinary Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer]

[Advanced skills: Cursed Tool creation, Reverse Cursed Technique]

[Transmigration time: Culling Game era]

[Transmigration location: Sendai Colony]

[Cursed Technique: none]

Faced with these shocking initial attributes, Shiratori Gotsu's assessment was:

"?! A measly !?"

Other than [Cursed Energy output], not one of his attributes was fit to be shown in public.

Shiratori Gotsu expressed his dissatisfaction, but the system paid his personal feelings no mind and continued mechanically through the process:

"Would you like to draw a Cursed Technique that already exists in the original work from the roulette wheel, or use a custom Cursed Technique, host?"

Shiratori Gotsu answered without hesitation, "I don't trust my luck to draw a good one, so I choose custom."

"Understood."

As the system finished speaking, a screen of light resembling a blank document-editing interface appeared before Shiratori Gotsu.

Shiratori Gotsu was delighted to see the 26-key input method that had once been his companion day and night again.

"Ahem!"

Just as Shiratori Gotsu was eager to get started, the system suddenly dropped the mechanical, robotic manner it had used while going through the process and warned him in a robotic voice full of humanlike feeling:

"First, a disclaimer: a custom Cursed Technique must have a clearly defined core mechanism, a rigorous structure, and clear operating logic."

"At the same time, its mechanisms cannot be similar to or overlap with those of Cursed Techniques that already exist in the original work."

"After you finish your custom design, host, I, the system, will review it. If it does not meet the standards, it will be firmly rejected."

"Furthermore, given how low the basic values you drew this time are, if you don't want to be a roadside worm that can only wriggle, I suggest writing an offensive Cursed Technique with sufficient power."

"Hmph..." The corners of Shiratori Gotsu's mouth rose slightly.

"Finished?"

The system was just about to reply when Shiratori Gotsu immediately continued.

"With basic values this crappy, writing a powerful offensive Cursed Technique to take everyone out really would be the best choice."

"But..."

Shiratori Gotsu looked at [Cursed Tool creation] under [Advanced skills] on the final panel.

"That's loser thinking!"

"What I, Shiratori Gotsu, love most is an extreme challenge! With [Cursed Tool creation] alone, I can definitely stack up enough combat power for myself!"

"So! I've already decided what kind of Cursed Technique I'm going to write!"

Shiratori Gotsu's thumbs danced across his most faithful 26-key keyboard.

"Type... modern, new-style Cursed Technique!"

"Cursed Technique effect... add a 'health bar' to the target, like a game character's..."

"No, I should add an activation condition here... emmm, then, activate it by selecting a target within a 20-meter radius centered on myself through line of sight..."

Time passed without him noticing. Finally, after nearly an hour, Shiratori Gotsu typed the last character and clicked submit.

In less than three seconds, the system responded:

"Congratulations, host. Your custom Cursed Technique [Fate Track Binding Curse] has passed review, been successfully registered, and has been updated on your personal panel for this transmigration."

"I really am a genius!" Shiratori Gotsu praised himself without the slightest restraint.

"Actually, I was going to nitpick and give you a hard time, host, but I didn't expect there to be nothing really wrong with the whole thing you designed." The system's thoroughly robotic voice took on a rather punchable tone.

Ignoring the system's provocation, he called up his personal panel again, skipped straight past the crappy values he was sick of looking at, and directed his gaze to the very bottom.

The [Cursed Technique] field had changed from none to:

[Cursed Technique: Fate Track Binding Curse]

[Within a 20-meter radius centered on the sorcerer, targets broadly considered living can be selected through visual contact and given a "health bar" visible to everyone, similar to that of a game character.

The "health bar" has a fixed HP value of 50,000. It can be applied to a maximum of three targets at once. When the Cursed Technique is activated on a fourth target, its effect on the first target is automatically removed.

The initial HP when the "health bar" is applied is unaffected by the target's current physical condition, but will still be continuously depleted by conditions the target may have, such as "poison" and "bleeding."

When a target with a "health bar" receives an attack of any kind, the damage will no longer be reflected in the target's body. Instead, a portion of the "health bar" will be deducted according to the amount of Cursed Energy contained in the attack and the lethality of the location struck.

The greater the amount of Cursed Energy in the attack and the more lethal the location struck, the more HP is deducted, but a single deduction will never exceed 10,000.

Likewise, any form of "healing" or "recovery" will also apply to the "health bar," and a single recovery will never exceed 10,000.

If the "health bar's" HP is depleted, the target will definitely die.

If the Cursed Technique is removed after a portion of the "health bar's" HP has been deducted, there are two options:

First: corresponding wounds appear on the parts of the body that were attacked. This damage settlement cannot be reduced by defending with Cursed Energy.

Second: the damage is not settled on the body, but the "health bar" retains its depleted HP from this instance the next time the target is affected by the Cursed Technique.]

After taking another long, appreciative look at his masterpiece, Shiratori Gotsu suddenly discovered a serious problem.

"System!" he shouted. "Where's my Domain Expansion? I clearly wrote it below the Cursed Technique, and you approved it too. I need a reasonable explanation!"

The system fell silent for two seconds. "Then why don't you take another look at your [Advanced skills] field?"

"You don't know [Domain Expansion] at all right now! You don't have that advanced skill!"

"So even though you've designed your domain, all your designs for it will remain invisible until you find a way to learn how to expand a domain yourself."

"Got it, idiot?"

Shiratori Gotsu: "Who are you calling an idiot?"

System: "An idiot."

It took him only 0.2 seconds to accept the fact that he couldn't immediately take his shocking domain out to mess with people yet.

Shiratori Gotsu waved a hand. "Since that's how it is, system, start the teleportation! I can't wait to go have a few rounds of fun in the Sendai Colony!"

"Understood. The host will now be teleported to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Please prepare yourself, host. Three, two, one!"

A flash of white light.

When Shiratori Gotsu came to his senses, he was already standing on the roof of a guesthouse.

"Sendai Colony... muhehehe, time to make my moves!"