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"So, I'm not the only one?"
"The only one transmigrated into the world of sorcerers? Yes, you are."
Itadori widened his eyes, but wasn't surprised. If someone else had been transmigrated, they probably would've made their presence known.
That is, unless they were a terrible person—which, fortunately, wasn't the case.
He already had enough problems with Kenjaku and Sukuna. Another idiot acting as a villain, and with meta-knowledge on top of that... he didn't even want to imagine it.
"But you weren't the only soul I transmigrated to other worlds. In fact, there are many of them, each fighting their own battles… or ending them."
Itadori narrowed his eyes. He hadn't thought much of this god before, but now he was cautious.
Countless souls… What was the meaning of that? What was the point of all this? Ripping people from their lives just to throw them into other worlds, left to fend for themselves?
What kind of sick game was this?
Was being a god so boring that they resorted to this kind of entertainment?
"You're not wrong."
The god's voice drew Yuji's attention, his brow furrowing as he realized—again—that his thoughts could be read like a book in this place.
But what was done was done. There was no point in taking it back. "Then why? Why do this? Why bring me here?"
Confronted by the question, the god simply snapped his fingers, refilling his mug of hot chocolate.
His calm gestures made it clear—he wasn't the slightest bit bothered by being questioned. So he didn't rush as he took a sip and turned to the sorcerer with a raised eyebrow.
"When you're a god, the ways to entertain yourself are endless—especially someone with my rank. But don't be mistaken, I didn't do all this just for fun, no…
I did it because the universe of those souls was doomed."
"..."
Yuji stared at him, taking a while to process his words.
Doomed? What the hell did he mean by that? Earth was fine when he—
'Oh…'
Then he remembered—the enormous white light that had consumed everything.
Was that… it?
"Yes," the god replied, catching the sorcerer's attention. "Sorry to break it to you like this, kid. But it's the truth."
"...How?"
The deity looked at him for a moment, noticing how the eyes that had been cautious now held pure curiosity and… concern.
He understood why.
"A war between gods. Some universes were erased from the multiverse."
"Wh—"
"As for your concern—your wife and family are safe."
Relief visibly crossed Itadori's face, his gaze softening as he allowed himself to relax a little on the log-shaped bench.
"I saved the souls of the humans from your universe before the cataclysm. You were lucky—it was a universe lacking in intelligent life."
"Thank you for that," Itadori nodded, truly grateful.
He may have moved on from his past life, but the thought that they might've been erased from existence still weighed on him.
"Don't worry about it. It's my responsibility, after all."
Itadori seemed more at ease in the god's presence, but even after having his question answered, one doubt still lingered in the back of his mind—a doubt that had been with him since he opened his eyes in this new world.
"..."
And the god, already knowing what the next question would be, simply set his cup down on a small table that materialized beside him, waiting patiently.
"...Why? Why me? You said you saved all humans, so why am I not with them?"
The god looked at him, his hair swaying in the wind as if always underwater, and his gaze held a supernatural serenity—as if nothing could harm him, and he knew all the answers.
Which wasn't far from the truth.
"'Why?' you ask. Then I'll be direct with you."
Itadori braced himself. For some reason, he felt unusually anxious about the answer.
"Out of more than 8 billion humans, you were one of the few I chose to transmigrate.
Because I saw that you could do good in this world."
Itadori blinked, clearly confused. He didn't feel special. In fact, there were definitely people more competent to help this world than him.
"Not all souls can endure transmigration, kid.
And haven't you been doing a good job?"
"A good job?" Itadori, pondering the question, could only scoff. "I had to kill myself to win a fight. If that's what you call a good job…"
"Actually, that only confirms I made the right choice."
They locked eyes for a moment, and Itadori, letting out a sigh, accepted the words.
"So… what happens now? Am I being sent to where the other souls are?"
"Mm?" But the god, amused by the question, took a sip of his drink with a smile. "And who said your work in this world is over?"
Itadori was confused. This whole time, he thought he was dead.
"Your story isn't over yet. There's still much left for you in this world." The god smiled and stood from his chair, opening an image in space with a wave of his hand.
The image showed a massive crater, Yuji's body at its center in a deplorable state. It was hard to believe he could survive that.
"Damn… I look like a chicken left in the oven for hours," He chuckled nervously as he stepped closer.
"I think a log thrown into a bonfire fits better."
"...You might be right."
The god gave a playful smile, and Itadori returned it, despite knowing the state he was in.
"So, how do I do it? How do I go back?"
"Well, that's up to you. After all, a sorcerer evolves when faced with adversity, doesn't he?"
"..." Itadori remained silent, his eyes fixed on the image of himself for a moment before closing in a serene expression.
Despite the question, he knew exactly what to do. A sorcerer doesn't die until their heart stops beating—and sometimes, not even that is enough.
As long as he was alive, he could continue evolving. That's what set them apart from curses. A curse didn't need to grow, only to accumulate power over time—it didn't evolve, it simply got stronger.
But Itadori… he just needed to find a better version of himself.
The god, seeing this, nodded in satisfaction.
It hadn't really been his plan to bring Itadori to this plane of existence—things just ended up unfolding that way.
But he was glad he did.
It helped break the last chains holding him back.
"Hey, kid."
He spoke, but Itadori, too focused, didn't hear the next words.
"I didn't bring you just because your soul could endure. You share something with the other transmigrators—something, in a way, special."
The space around Itadori shifted, cursed energy enveloping his body like a cloak.
"Tell me if you've found the answer next time we meet."
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Itadori's eyes opened, and to his annoyance, instead of the blue sky he expected, he found himself staring at a massive sea of blood, a pile of bones in the distance.
"It's been a while, kid."
And when that voice full of malice—one he knew all too well—sounded from behind, his mood got even worse.
Right now, this was the last person he wanted to see.
"Not long enough, it seems."
Itadori sighed, replying bitterly as he turned to face the parasite in his life.
With that body and face that only deepened his disgust, Sukuna stood there in all his unwanted glory.
Itadori never liked Sukuna, seeing him as a burden—a constant reminder that he wasn't completely free.
But after reading about him in the cursed warehouse records, that feeling evolved into rage and revulsion.
The title King of Curses fit perfectly. Sukuna had nothing human left in him, except for the fact he was born of a human mother.
And even that, Itadori doubted… though that doubt came mostly from his hatred for Sukuna.
"What? Trying to make a deal again? Didn't learn last time?"
"..."
Sukuna, who had listened silently, suddenly broke into a wide smile—a kind of smile that carried an intent that could send shivers down anyone's spine.
And Itadori, despite not fearing the King of Curses, felt something was terribly wrong with that smile.
"Don't flatter yourself, kid. I only brought you here to make something clear…"
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Itadori's eyes widened as Sukuna closed the distance between them, grabbing his chin and slamming him forcefully to the ground.
"I want you to know—when I get out of here, I'm coming after all your little friends."
Itadori tried to fight back, but was shocked when he was firmly pinned down.
"And I'll start with those two… maybe have some fun before slicing them into pieces."
Itadori's eyes widened further, a vein bulging on his forehead as he grabbed Sukuna's neck with a murderous gleam in his eyes.
He couldn't speak, but his expression said it all—if Sukuna touched even a strand of hair on Maki or Mai…
And Sukuna, amused by the hatred, only laughed to the sky.
"HAHAHAHA!"
That only enraged the sorcerer more, and in his fury, he began preparing the strongest fire-based attack he could muster.
"HA…" But then, stopping his laughter abruptly, Sukuna's smile faded, his expression replaced by a serene calm that made Itadori watch him with dread.
Because in his eyes, that malicious glint still burned.
But now, there was something else…
"I'll see you soon, kid."
The certainty that he would carry out his threat.
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Itadori tried to launch his attack—but his eyes widened when everything around him shifted, and Sukuna vanished as if he had never been there.
All that remained around him was darkness.
And now, where burning rage had once filled his eyes…
There was nothing left.
Leaving, for the first time—
Fear.