Shiro returned home, his form shifting seamlessly back into that of a six-year-old child. His small feet barely made a sound as he stepped through the entrance, his sharp senses noting the familiar warmth of the house.
His grandfather had yet to return, which was expected. The old man was often out late, either running errands or catching up with acquaintances. Without wasting time, Shiro made his way to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his oversized shirt as he began preparing dinner.
Though it was unusual for a child his age to cook, it had long since become a habit for him. His grandfather had questioned it at first, finding it strange how mature and responsible his grandson had become. However, after six years of living together, he had simply learned to accept it.
Besides, Shiro had not always been like this. It was only three years ago, on his third birthday, that he had reconnected with his main body.
By the time his grandfather returned, the aroma of a well-prepared meal filled the house.
"I'm home," the old man announced as he stepped inside, shaking off his coat. His tired eyes softened when he saw Shiro setting the table.
"Welcome back, Grandpa," Shiro greeted with a smile.
His grandfather sat down, eyeing the feast before him—perfectly seared meat, freshly steamed rice, and a fragrant bowl of soup. Each dish was plated with care, looking as if they had been prepared by a seasoned chef rather than a child.
As he took his first bite, a pleased hum escaped him. "Shiro, this is amazing… Are you sure you're only six?"
Shiro chuckled. "I've had plenty of practice."
The old man sighed, shaking his head. "At this rate, I might have to send you to a culinary school. You'd make a fine chef someday."
Shiro blinked, momentarily caught off guard. A chef? It wasn't a bad idea, but he had far greater goals in mind. Still, he appreciated his grandfather's sentiment and simply smiled.
They continued their meal in contented silence, the warmth of family filling the small home.
As the night deepened, Shiro left the house, his figure vanishing into the darkness.
He reappeared atop a secluded mountain using [Warp Portal] he had prepared beforehand, several kilometers away from any signs of civilization. The crisp night air carried a quiet stillness, undisturbed by human presence. It was the perfect place for what he was about to do.
Beneath his feet, an enormous magic circle stretched across the rocky ground, glowing faintly with embedded runes. It was a formation of his own design, carefully inscribed with three core functions—energy gathering, purification, and summoning.
Standing at the center, Shiro exhaled slowly before releasing his aura. The air crackled as his energy seeped into the formation, activating the runes one by one.
A deep hum reverberated through the mountains, followed by a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The surrounding natural energy surged toward the circle, drawn in like a river flowing into a basin. As the magic circle absorbed and purified the energy, its glow intensified, casting a vibrant purple hue onto the terrain.
Then, with a thunderous pulse, the sky split open.
A radiant pillar of light descended, illuminating the mountain peak in an ethereal glow. The sheer intensity of it made the surrounding air feel heavy, charged with raw, untamed power.
From within the light, a humanoid figure took shape—a being of pure energy, its form shimmering with an otherworldly radiance. It had no distinct features, only a smooth, faceless surface that pulsed like a beating heart.
Shiro extended his hand.
Without hesitation, the being responded. In an instant, it transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward him and merging directly into his chest, specifically into his astral body, A wave of power surged through his body, his very existence intertwining with that of the summoned entity.
What he had just performed was [Summoning Magic: High-Level Spirit Summoning], and the being he had called forth was a [Greater Elemental Spirit of Space].
Though it wasn't impossible for Shiro to acquire Cursed Energy through conventional means, he had no intention of relying solely on this world's systems. Unlike the sorcerers of Jujutsu Kaisen, he had far more efficient ways of increasing his power. However, such methods took time—time he wasn't willing to waste.
By fusing with a Greater Elemental Spirit of Space, he had instantly covered one of his greatest weaknesses: his lack of a stable energy source.
His current power was now comparable to a Pseudo-Enlightened being from his previous world of Tensura, though full assimilation of the spirit was still ongoing. Even so, his energy reserves had skyrocketed, placing him on par or far greater to that of a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.
More importantly, his control over space had reached new heights. With the spirit's power augmenting his [Innate Cursed Technique: Limitless], he could push the technique beyond anything Gojo Sayuri or even her ancestors could have imagined.
Shiro slowly opened his eyes, a faint glow lingering within them.
...
Shiro appeared in a vast, ethereal expanse.
It was a mystical realm brimming with wonders and secrets yet to be uncovered. Floating mountains drifted silently in the sky, their peaks wreathed in wisps of glowing mist. Bioluminescent plants pulsed with a soft, rhythmic glow, illuminating the ground like a starry night. Otherworldly creatures roamed freely, exuding an aura of tranquility as if untouched by time itself.
Amidst this fantastical scenery, Shiro's gaze settled on two figures lying on the soft grass. The two women stirred, their peaceful slumber coming to an end.
"You two took your time waking up." Shiro mused, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
One of them, a young woman with dark hair, blinked groggily before looking around. Her breath hitched at the breathtaking sight surrounding her. "Where… am I? Is this heaven?" she murmured, unable to suppress her awe.
"Riko, is that you? Did you… also die?" The other woman, Kuroi, focused more on her companion, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Riko stiffened. The realization hit her like a tidal wave—her death had been so abrupt, so final, that she hadn't even processed it until now.
"I… I died…" she whispered, her expression shifting from confusion to sorrow.
Kuroi held her breath before asking the inevitable. "Then… where are we? Is this really heaven?"
A calm yet captivating voice answered before Shiro stepped forward.
"While it wouldn't be wrong to call this place heaven," he said smoothly, "unfortunately, it is not."
The two women looked up—and instantly froze.
Before them stood a young man of unparalleled beauty. His long, platinum-silver hair shimmered under the ambient glow of the realm, streaked with soft hues of blue and pink that shifted subtly like flowing silk. His crystalline golden eyes gleamed with an unfathomable depth, as if capable of seeing through the very essence of existence. Every movement he made exuded nobility and grace, his presence alone radiating an otherworldly charm.
Riko and Kuroi were left utterly breathless.
They had never seen—never even imagined—a man this striking before. His beauty was beyond mortal comprehension, so mesmerizing that even the gods and goddesses of beauty themselves might doubt their own divinity in his presence.
A stunned silence stretched between them.
Shiro simply stood there, an amused glint in his golden eyes as he waited for them to process the situation.