In the Jujutsu School Dormitory...
The sound of the door closing behind him felt like a relieved sigh. For the first time in days, Shinkuro was clean, dry, and alone.
The dorm room he had been given was modest, but surprisingly comfortable — polished wooden floors, well-kept tatami mats, a new futon laid out on a low platform, and a built-in wardrobe with sliding doors.
There was a small shelf with technical books, probably forgotten by a previous student, a clean desk with an adjustable lamp, and a window with thin curtains that let in the soft moonlight. The air had a light scent of tea and wood, giving the space a peaceful, almost cozy atmosphere. There was even a corner with an electric kettle and packets of green tea.
For someone who had spent a week sleeping on the street, it was a small paradise.
Shinkuro lay down on the firm but soft mattress and took a deep breath.
It was Jujutsu Kaisen all along. I remember the power system in this world is pretty simple and open.
Let me think. The energy gets stronger with negative emotions. You can do math to transform negative energy into positive, and besides that, some people are strong even without having any of that... cursed energy?
Yeah, I think that was the name.
Suddenly, Shinkuro jumped up from his lying position and sat on the bed.
He brought his hands together, crossed his legs, and began to meditate.
It works in every shounen!
After one tense minute hoping for success, Shinkuro thought maybe it would be better to try relaxing.
If not having complete information makes me nervous, then how about thinking about what I do know about this world?
He may not have read the manga or watched the anime, but... he had finished all of rule 34.
All the female characters from Jujutsu Kaisen were known to Shinkuro.
Maki Zenin, Kasumi Miwa, Nobara Kugisaki, and even Yuko Ozawa, Itadori Yuji's childhood friend.
While Shinkuro remembered his days of effort scrolling page by page through the adult site, suddenly, in the meditation pose, he felt two parts of himself react.
The first one is obvious and doesn't need to be mentioned.
But the second? In meditation position, Shinkuro could feel in his body… no, in his soul!
The energy he could now see flowing through him gathered in a point that collected half of the energy he produced. That container was almost full!
With the strange positive result of his creative meditation, he suddenly remembered an anime he had watched where people were born with weapons in their souls, a world where perverted feelings could make you stronger, a world where there was a "sacred gear" capable of creating monsters at the user's will! An anime he swears he only watched for the story...
High School DxD.
The world where the Longinus-Class Sacred Gear existed: Annihilation Maker.
Now with some understanding of his situation, Shinkuro, thinking about Yuki Tsukumo's boobs, guided the energy into the container to push more energy than usual into it, trying to speed up the process!
It was exhausting, but also a success. As the container finished filling up, Shinkuro closed his eyes and passed out on his bed.
Transition presented by Satoru Gojo throwing Shinkuro into his dorm room.
Shinkuro opened his eyes.
He didn't wake up. This time, he knew that.
What surrounded him wasn't his room.
He was in a strange place, vast, silent, devoid of visible walls or sky. The ground was covered in a thick, black substance, shining like oil under non-existent light. But he could walk on it as if his feet touched a liquid surface that hardened under pressure. With every step, gentle waves rippled outward, as if the environment itself responded to his presence.
The air there was dense and cold, scentless, but filled with a tense, electric charge. As if this world was a lung about to inhale or devour.
Right in front of him, slowly emerging from the rippling surface, was the cocoon. Black like the ground, but with glowing violet veins running through it like magical circuits. It was large, almost humanoid in shape, but featureless. Just a pulsing, living presence. And silent.
It was the same cocoon that would become whatever he wished.
Soo, What do i do?
His thought reached a conclusion quickly.
"Awaken, Arceus, it's time for you to exist and serve me."
...
An awkward silence fell the moment Shinkuro said that.
Nothing. No response. Not even a pulse from the cocoon.
Shinkuro felt a block; he couldn't create something that powerful... at least, not yet.
Well, then I can't create a god. In that case... what should I ask for? I already have Venom for basic stats and he's pretty useful. How about creating something that's strong in a more complicated way?
A JoJo stand? A brainrot? A Soulslike-style creature?
Shinkuro, this time fully conscious, got lost in thought again.
Tsk, if I keep this up I'll be stuck here forever. Hmm... how about portals? Teleportation is really useful.
Sticky Fingers from Jojo or Sans from Undertale.
Sticky Fingers has much stronger attacks and is also good for healing, but its movement is kinda limited.
But that guy Sans can attack someone's soul, and I wonder how those automatic dodges would work in real life. Those gaps are super convenient too.
With a sigh, Shinkuro made his decision.
"Sans, awaken. It's time for you to exist and serve your creator."
As soon as Shinkuro finished speaking, the space trembled slightly — as if a vibration echoed across that shadowy dimension. The cocoon reacted with a deep glow, and in the next instant, Shinkuro's consciousness was pulled from that place like sand slipping through fingers.
Transition displayed by Sans scaring Miwa with a fart cushion.
"Hey, buddy, you might wanna wake up now." said an unfamiliar voice.
It came from someone standing next to Shinkuro's bed.
Shinkuro jumped up instantly, body on high alert, ready for danger.
His eyes landed on a peculiar figure: a short skeleton wearing a faded blue hoodie, baggy black shorts, and worn-out slippers. His expression was somehow both relaxed and slightly mocking. One of his eye sockets or whatever was inside, blinked at Shinkuro with amusement, glowing faintly blue for a second.
Sans.
His smile was too wide for a skinless face, fixed like a haunted carving and yet, somehow… comforting.
Remembering this was his newest creation, Shinkuro relaxed. And, with a casual little bow, greeted the small skeleton.
"Good morning, Sans."
Well… looks like he doesn't make those weird sounds when he talks.
But… do I have to walk around with him everywhere? No, I remember the Annihilation Maker can store its creatures in the user's shadows.
"Sans, are you cool with me putting you in the shadow?" asked Shinkuro sincerely.
"Hey buddy, I can protect you better from out here, but if you feel like it's necessary, I don't mind." Sans replied casually, in his usual laid-back tone that ignored the urgency of the world.
"Well... then I guess only when I go somewhere public." decided Shinkuro.
With that settled, Shinkuro heard some loud knocks at the door.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"You might wanna open for that guy." Sans said, glancing toward the entrance.
"He's been knocking for like fifteen minutes, so it's probably important."
"Shinkuro, open this door!" shouted a voice from outside. Shinkuro recognized it immediately.
Satoru Gojo.
He rushed to get dressed, but before he could even reach the door, it flew off its hinges, crashing into the room in a perfectly timed display of brute force or total impatience.
A tall figure stepped into the room, framed by the hallway light: white spiky hair, blindfolded eyes, and a dramatically offended expression at least for a second. As soon as Satoru's invisible gaze landed on Sans, his expression shifted.
The playful tone vanished, replaced by sharp seriousness.
"A curse?" he asked in a low voice, stepping forward cautiously like a predator. Sans, for his part, froze like a statue. His empty sockets stared back motionless, like he was provoking on purpose.
"No. Actually, I created him yesterday." explained Shinkuro, slipping his shirt over his head.
As Satoru leaned in, inspecting the creature silently, Sans suddenly sprang to life. With a quick twist and an exaggerated hop, he shot his face close to Gojo's and shouted:
"BOO!"
Trying his best scary face, Sans widened his eye and stretched his arms in a dramatic arc.
Satoru, without missing a beat, theatrically threw himself backwards like a frightened child and clutched Shinkuro's leg for dear life.
"A Shikigami with such powerful intimidation skills… Don't let it devour me, Shinkuro!" he whimpered with an exaggerated fake terror.
"Sans, this is Satoru Gojo. And Satoru, this is Sans." Shinkuro said, pretending to be bored, making introductions as if this were just a family breakfast.
"Hello, Satoru. Nice to meet you." said Sans with ease.
"I'm Sans, a lazy jokester. Why don't you come over here and shake my hand?"
He extended his right hand in a friendly and almost innocent gesture.
Satoru looked at him for a second, then gave a smirk.
"Another one that talks? Is that normal for your ability?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Alright, Sans. I'm Satoru Gojo, handsome Jujutsu sorcerer."
He shook Sans' hand.
*Pffft.*
A fart sound echoed in the room.
Both froze.
Shinkuro crossed his arms, impassive.
Sans and Satoru locked eyes for a moment, like two titans about to declare war...
...until both burst into laughter.
They laughed loudly, carefree, like old friends. Sans let out his signature "heh heh" while Satoru doubled over, holding his stomach.
Shinkuro just stood there watching the scene unfold.
He didn't know whether to laugh... or worry about the fact that now two extremely powerful clowns were in his room.