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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Advent Curse

Araki Itsuki shouted at his screen, nearly spilling his instant noodles as the newest Jujutsu Kaisen episode ended. His head buzzed—surely this was an April Fool's joke.

On the battlefield, Gojo Satoru's half-mutilated body lay broken in a sea of blood. His perfect face was twisted in agony, blood spilling from his mouth. Across from him, Sukuna stood tall, arrogant, and terrifying—yet still praising Gojo with that smug smirk.

"My god… one second he's all, 'Heaven and Earth, I alone am honored!' and the next—boom—corpse on the floor?"

Araki slammed the table. "And then he even admired Sukuna?! Bro, what are you doing, joining the fan club before dying?"

He grabbed his phone furiously and typed into the comment section.

> "Gojo Satoru deserved to die! Otherwise, how could the main cast grow? But Sukuna should also die in that ruined Shibuya! And you—Gege Akutami—you should've stayed in your mother's womb!"

He wasn't done.

> "And 'Dimension Slash'? Why not use a Spirit Bomb while you're at it?!"

> "Next episode preview: Yuta curses Gojo's soul because he can't accept his death. Gojo: 'Yuta, I love you the most!' Sukuna: 'This move? You trickster of men.' Yuta: 'Sorry, sensei, but I have to avenge you!'"

As he continued roasting the manga, his screen suddenly went black. His heart pounded, vision dimmed, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably.

"Wha—wait! I didn't even finish typing—!"

THUD!

His brand-new Wolf Warrior Edition Huawei 13 Promax Cold Front Blue slipped from his hand and smashed right into his face.

He gasped weakly. "Help… can't… breathe…"

Moments later, Araki Itsuki, professional anime ranter, was dead.

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The universe was silent.

Endless darkness stretched across eternity. The stars themselves wailed like doomed lambs awaiting slaughter. A vast shadow walked among them—an existence that brought death wherever it passed.

Where it went, stars dimmed. Space collapsed. Order broke.

It could not be seen, imagined, or understood.

Its whispers filled the cosmos, heavy and terrifying.

> "Sun, moon, time, space, reality—all devoured."

> "Everything perishes before chaos. Who dares defy the end?"

Galaxies crumbled. Energy scattered. All life faded to nothing.

Then, amidst that oblivion, a tiny spark of light flickered.

The shadow turned its gaze upon it. Just that glance made the light tremble like a candle in a storm.

> "A transient soul from another universe… how amusing."

Its void-like face twisted in interest. A single motion of its hand unleashed unfathomable energy.

> "This universe is gone. But you… shall become the vanguard of reality's end. Devour the worlds for Me."

The spark of light flared brilliantly—then vanished.

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Araki Itsuki blinked.

He was standing at the gates of a high school under a golden afternoon sun.

"...Wait a sec."

He looked up at the sign.

> Sugisawa Third High School

His jaw dropped. "Isn't this—Itadori Yuji's school?!"

The realization hit him like a cursed technique to the face. He turned around in disbelief, watching groups of cheerful JK girls chatting and laughing as they walked out of class.

"No way, man. I just trashed the author online, and now I'm inside Jujutsu Kaisen?!"

He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm down. The language around him was Japanese, yet he somehow understood it perfectly. "Well, I guess transmigrating comes with a free language pack…"

He looked at his reflection in a window. Same face, same messy hair. "So I'm still me—Fujimoto Tatsuki plus Araki Old Scoundrel edition—but sadly… no chainsaw cord."

He tugged at his chest dramatically. Nothing.

"Damn. Guess I'm not Chainsaw Man."

Sighing, he stood up straight, eyes determined. "Fine! If I can't be Chainsaw Man, I'll summon something else!"

Ignoring the confused stares of nearby students, he struck one pose after another.

"Come out, Killer Queen!"

Nothing.

"The World! King Crimson! Made in Heaven!"

Still nothing.

A few crows cawed overhead.

Students whispered nearby.

"He's kind of hot, but… is he okay?"

"Those movements… they're embarrassing…"

Araki froze mid-pose, his soul leaving his body in shame. He slowly lowered his arms and muttered, "Maybe I should've just died with Gojo."

A dead-fish expression spread across his face. "Whatever. If I don't have Chainsaw powers or a Stand, I'll just slide-tackle a Cursed Spirit and call it a day."

He sighed. "Japan has like 10,000 mysterious deaths a year. Guess who's next."

The school bell rang—ding ding!—echoing across the courtyard. He glanced up at the clock tower. 5:30 PM.

Right then, a pink-haired boy sprinted past him, wearing a light hoodie and red sneakers.

Behind him followed a tall black-haired boy in uniform.

"Itadori Yuji… and Fushiguro Megumi."

Araki's eyes widened. "Crap. This is the start of the first arc—the cursed finger incident."

He took two steps back. "Nope. Not doing this. You guys handle your Sukuna problems. I'm heading back to China."

But before he could run, his mind pulsed violently.

A deep, devouring purple light exploded behind his eyes—like a black hole forming in his skull. The pressure was suffocating, yet strangely intoxicating.

He felt it—an otherworldly energy, vast and endless, wrapping around his soul. The gift.

When he opened his eyes again, they glowed faintly purple, swirling like miniature galaxies.

Whispers echoed in his head.

> "Precursor… Black Hole… Annihilation… Devour…"

His heartbeat steadied. His lips curved into a grin.

"Negative emotions create Cursed Spirits. Fear of the stars births death omen stars—destroyers of universes."

He could feel them: titanic cosmic entities, collapsing galaxies with a thought, consuming entire realities with a sigh. And somehow, he stood above them all.

He looked down at his hands, trembling slightly—not from fear, but awe.

"So… I've become the ruler of death omen stars. His Majesty the Precursor."

He smirked. "Cool title."

Straightening his jacket, Araki looked toward the school with a calm, terrifying confidence. "All right then. Let's see what Cursed Spirits are really made of."

He stepped forward, energy swirling faintly around his body.

"With this power," he said, "even Sukuna would get slapped twice before realizing it. And Kenjaku? I'll steal his brain jar for science."

Just then, a blond delinquent with an earring strolled past, flicking his cigarette onto the street.

Araki stopped. A gentle, Homelander-style smile spread across his face.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, placing a hand on the guy's shoulder. "On my planet, we don't litter."

The delinquent blinked. "What are you, some kind of eco cop?"

Araki's smile widened, glowing faintly purple. "No. I'm your new planet's god."

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And that was how Araki Itsuki, an ordinary anime fan who died complaining about Gojo Satoru online, was reborn in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen—armed with the cosmic power of annihilation and a sense of humor sharp enough to cut through curses themselves.

On that day, the death omen stars gained a new ruler.

And Japan… gained a new problem.

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