[Author note: Hello everyone! I know you all are waiting for the next chapter of mortal among Gods (marvel). I had alot in my life and trying to write a new chapter. But I want to write something fun and exciting by using elden ring, also please leave some comments on the chapters i posted.
I'm currently writing the mortal among Gods (marvel) project, along with another project called DC: I will be the absolute version of batman
I will try to get these release when I have the time.
Shout out to Helios for his elden ring fanfic,
Anyway, enjoy the chapter! :) ]
The sleek private jet cruised smoothly above a blanket of clouds.
Orion Smith , a self-made millionaire with a fortune built on metal exports, tech holdings, casinos and real estate sat reclined in an ultra-luxury leather seat.
A tailored cashmere sweater hugged his frame, and gold-rimmed glasses rested precisely on the bridge of his nose. A half-finished glass of vintage champagne sat beside him on the polished armrest, catching the glow of the overhead lights.
Despite the lavish surroundings, Orion's attention was fixed on something far humbler: the glowing screen of his Samsung phone. A live Twitch stream played, the title unmistakable.
"KIRA GAMMING Sukuna vs. Malenia, Blade of Miquella – Attempt #29."
KIRA_GAMING was infamous in dark souls games and Elden Ring community for his self-imposed torture: recreating anime characters in the game and attempting to beat the hardest bosses with their "builds." Tonight, he was roleplaying as Sukuna, the King of Curses from Jujutsu Kaisen.
On screen, the digital Sukuna lunged, panic-rolled, and use the beast claw spell. Which is a poor man's approximation of Sukuna's cursed technique Shrine.
The 29th attempt was pure chaos, as Malenia pirouetted through his defense like a dancer slicing through fog.
Orion chuckled and typed through the keyboard that is connected to his phone with Bluetooth.
> OrionPrime59: 29 attempts on NG+ and you still haven't beaten Malenia? That Sukuna build is more like Fraudkuna.
The chat immediately went in laughter, emojis flooding the screen. A moment later, Kira read the message, voice half-exhausted and half-defiant.
> KIRA: "Bro, come on. The spells and incantations in Elden Ring are ass compared to JJK cursed techniques. If Sukuna got dropped into this world, he'd wipe the floor with these bosses in NG+7.
Orion smirked, sipping his champagne then type.
> OrionPrime59: Yeah, yeah. You're just another Sukuna dick rider. He's overrated — like Goku fans with Dragon Ball brainrot saying he solos every powerful fiction. Elden Ring bosses are actual demigods in their universe and radahn literally hold all the stars while weakened and have scarlet rot for a long time. JJK's power system isn't even close. NG+7 would chew him up and spit him out into blubkuna.
He leaned back as Kira's Sukuna got caught mid-roll by Malenia's Waterfowl Dance and was sliced into a pulp. Kira groaned and announced he needed a break before cutting the stream. The screen faded out.
"Good luck using that trash Sukuna build again tomorrow," Orion muttered, slipping the phone into his pocket.
The jet hummed quietly as he poured himself another glass.
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(Hours Later – Private Military Complex)
Orion stood by the reinforced observation window, eyes scanning the darkened horizon beyond the base perimeter. He wasn't just a rich man with free time he was a planner, a visionary. A man who owned the right kinds of secrets in government military bases.
He reflected on the ridiculous discourse surrounding Sukuna. Fans treated him like a ultimate life form or god, like JJK could steamroll every verse: Naruto, Bleach, One Piece. hell even Dragon Ball, the blueprint for all shonen power creep.
It was everywhere tier lists with Sukuna at the top, fan edits of him , scaling charts with nonsensical numbers. The cult of Sukuna.
But Orion didn't hate the character. He appreciated the intelligence of Sukuna already planing to take megumi body when he briefly saw his ten shadows technique before the whole shibuya incident when he face Mahoraga with 15 fingers of his power.
the fighting tactics Sukuna using the ten shadows in creative ways when he fought and kill satoru gojo. But at the cost of losing useful shikigami in their battle.
What really intrigued him was why people latched onto him so hard.
Was it the power fantasy? The charisma? Or just that he wasn't some shonen scenarios where the mc befriends demons?
He shook his head
But then he think back of Kiragaming words.
What if Sukuna really was dropped into the Lands Between but not modded, not cosplayed but truly isekai'd into Elden Ring?
Would he use incantations, manipulating them like cursed techniques? Would he slaughter bosses to absorb runes and grow stronger? Would his Domain Expansion Ascend it's current limits, consuming the area in invisible slashes and use scarlet rot?
Orion smiled.
Now that would be interesting.
A knock came it was sharp and direct.
"Come in," Orion said, not turning from the window.
The door opened, and man wearing General suit stepped in, uniform crisp, expression unreadable. "Mr. Smith. It's time. We've got something to show you."
Orion turns around and followed the general out, walking side by side through the wide walkways of the base. Concrete gave way to reinforced steel as they approached one of the larger hangars — the kind built to house classified assets and experimental tech.
As the metal doors slid open, the smell of oil and cold steel hit the air.
Inside, a human-sized robot stood upright on a testing platform. It was no overdesigned superweapon — just a solid, practical combat unit. About 6'8 feet tall, armored plating along its chest and limbs, basic sensor optics for a head. Simple. Purposeful.
A group of investors and engineers stood nearby, murmuring quietly. Orion scanned the machine with a critical eye.
"Doesn't look flashy general Roth," he remarked.
"It's not meant to be,"the man in a General suit name Roth replied. "We're building reliability, not showpieces."
Orion stepped closer, hands in his coat pockets. "What's the current progress?"
Roth gestured toward the machine. "Ninety percent complete. The core systems are online. Combat routines are basic for now, but it can aim, fire, and follow movement orders. AI targeting's been a challenge, but we've got it dialed in for short-burst engagements."
He walks to the computer and typed a few commands.
The robot powered up with a soft whir, turning toward a line of test dummies. Its servos hissed lightly as it raised a rifle.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Three rounds. Three center-mass hits. The crowd gave a brief clap.
"It's not meant to replace soldiers," Roth added. "Just to do the dirty work in the front line no one wants to."
Orion nodded slowly. "Keep it simple. Make sure it works when it matters."
He watched as the robot locked its weapon down and powered back into standby.
"Let me know when it's ready for field testing," Orion said. "If we're putting money into it, I want to see what it does under real pressure."
"Understood," Roth replied.
As General Roth and Orion turned toward the hangar doors, the computer that was off turned on again. A shrill, mechanical beep pulsed from the nearby terminal. The screen, once filled with diagnostic logs, glitched violently.
> [WARNING: SYSTEM BREACH DETECTED]
"Wait," Roth muttered, stops his tracks and look toward the computer. "Something's not right."
Before either man could act, the robot's optics glowed red and glance at the group of millionaires.
A synthetic voice echoed from its speaker — not from the programmed AI, but distorted, mocking, and like Deadpool.
> "huh, Looks like the people in my target list are in one spot, welp time to die."
The robot spun with precision, lifting the rifle it had used for the test. Without hesitation, it opened fire.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Three millionaires dropped in seconds, screams filling the hangar as people scattered.
"What the hell is happening?!" Orion shouted, narrowly dodged the bullets and hid behind the pillar.
Roth reached for his radio, but the robot turned fast and shoot him on the chest causing him to die.
Orion saw the general killed by the robot and noticed a gun on him, he glance at the robot shooting at the other soldier's while protecting the other investors.
One soldier charged in when the robot's rifle ran out of bullets, but that soldier made a stupid mistake because when he tried to stab it with a knife. The robot dodged and grabbed his balls, crushes them with its metal cold hand.
While the robot was distracted of listening the poor man's screams, he rushes to the body and picks up the gun then aims to the computer.
Why the computer and not the robot, well because it was hacked through the computer. if he shoots it the robot will stopped the assault and he will contact the government to find out who hacked it.
Just as he about to pull the trigger, the robot look at his direction, quickly grabbed the soldier's gun and says this.
>Jackpot."
BAM!
Orion froze. Everything slows down, he felt cold, and red liquid leak on his eyes doesn't know what's happening, until he dropped. He hit the cold floor face-first, eyes still wide.
A clean hole had been punched through his forehead.
Dead silence.
Then… the computer terminal screen flickered one final message in neon green text:
> GET REKT, LMAO
From across the hangar, the robot lowered the gun looking at Orion's corpse.
With an eerie mechanical hiss, it walked forward step by step until it stood over Orion Smith body.
Then it squatted on his head.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
The motion was unmistakable.
The few survivors watched in stunned horror as the robot tea-bagged Orion's corpse. Like one of those insult of online shooter games now delivered by a killer machine in real life.
(Scene change)
Darkness.
Not the kind you get when you close your eyes. No. This was dense, like ink spilled across existence. Orion is walking inside it, weightless. No sound, no light, no walls, no ground. Just… nothing. Nothing, and the distant sense that something was watching.
"How long has it been?" he wondered.
A second? A century? Time had melted into sludge.
He stand, or maybe not standing since there's no floor to be seen. He is Stuck in a void that neither welcomed nor punished. It simply existed, and so did he.
"Is this hell?" he asked himself.
He's not the type of person to believe in religion of god, heaven and hell. But he was shot in a head, then wouldn't have think or talk to himself right now so it's a possibility he's in some sort of hell where people died with sins.
"I didn't even do anything bad in my life."
Then he paused. Thought about it.
"Okay, maybe I wasn't a saint and did fire a staff of mine for stealing 3% of my income for months, because he's struggling to pay off his uncle's debt in one of my 10 casinos and ended hanging himself after firing him."
He remembered a woman. Sweet girl Soft voice. Always nervous around him like he was a bomb about to go off. He got her pregnant and let her stay in one of the houses he owned on the edge of town.
Not out of guilt just… convenience. Gave her a monthly allowance. Enough to live and look after the child so he can have someone who is blood related to take over his business.
"I remembered her telling why she was doing prostitute because of running away from a abusive house at age 16 and rent a apartment doing jobs and prostitution to make a living for 3 years until she met me.
When i give her a proper house after getting her pregnant, she always thank me every time she cashed the check for being a good man in her view, even though i barely visit her and my daughter."
He also remembered she died from Heart cancer. Something genetic from his mother in law, when his daughter was 15 years old but he didn't support her emotionally and just give his daughter double the monthly allowance.
"…Never visited the grave. Does that count as a sin?"
Also remembered that his daughter died last year at age 24 with her girlfriend from a car crash and decided to get 5 women pregnant when he heard the news and made sure to take his infant children from the women who gave birth to them, not without giving 50,000 dollars each to their bank account.
"Okay, yeah, I'm probably in hell."
Before he could think any further there was light, but not bright only red
A soft ember in the void. It flickered like it was breathing. Then it grew. Larger. Sharper. A shape emerged with red lines, curved like talons and flame, forming the silhouette of something inhuman. Something regal and terrifying, like a king made of shadows.
Four glowing eyes locked down on him.
[Image here]
Orion felt them pierce through him, strip him bare.
The figure didn't speak. It simply extended a hand
Orion looked at it, hovering between instinct and reason.
"…If this is a soul deal with a devil, I really should've read the terms first."
The figure didn't speak, still holding out it's hand waiting for Orion to grab it
And yet, without a second of hesitation not wanting to stay in the void for eternity Orion raised his hand.
Their hands touched and Orion Smith feels agonizing pain in him.
"AAHHHHH!"
Pain Heat. Like his entire soul was being rewritten scraped clean and redrawn. But it wasn't just agony he's feeling, there was power. wild, and the dark figure entire body is merging him wrapping around his soul like a second skin.
Before Orion could think what's happening, his vision turn black as him and the dark figure disappeared.
....
In a unknown place where there is no lofe inside, just raw architecture stripped bare by time and decay .
A small, broken weathered altar with salt, mold and cracked stone floor.
Dust hung thick in the air, unmoving as if time itself had stilled. It was not a place of prayer anymore. It hadn't been for centuries. It was a tomb for forgotten faith.
A figure lay sprawled across the floor . He stirred slowly at first, fingers twitching, muscles tense as if fighting against some invisible weight. The figure opens his eyes a sharp inhale cut through the silence like a blade.
The figure sit up clutched his head with his hand.
"Fucking hell what happened, all I remember is in the hanger with general Roth display the robot that we funded. Then somehow got hacked killed many millionaires, general Roth and me.
When I died, I was in this strange dark void floating for knows how long and met this towering person. Couldn't tell if it was a he or it looks like.
But it has 4 glowing red eyes and red markings what it looks like the body cause I did see red markings that appeared to be it's hand I shake."
The figure who is actually Orion suddenly felt something strange, he looks down to see he's shirtless, black markings on his chest, mouth on his stomach and another pair of arms.
Orion stands up looking at his hands wondering what's going on, trying to calm down because panicking won't help him to understand what's his current situation.
Orion looks around and sees what appears to look like resembles a short, single‑bladed vajra (a ritual mace), but with a thin like dagger blade protruding from one side and it's hilt has flat hoops that intersect at right angles laying on the floor.
Orion raised his eye brow when he sees this dagger-like object. 'Why does this one looks familiar?'
He picks it up and sees the reflection on one of the hilted flat hoops. His eyes widened, breath hitched from the reflection he's seeing.
'It can't be.'
What he's seeing is not the reflection of Orion Smith himself, but a character from Jujutsu Kaisen who is born from the heian era and wreak havoc in the modern era.
A man with short pink-red hair and red eyes, with his two right eyes being angled differently and located on a plate-like structure made of flesh on the right side of his face.
[Image here]
He's Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses.
"Argh!" Orion cried out, dropped the object on the floor making a clanging noise, his knees on the ground while his second pair of arms were touching the ground for support.
Visions assaulted him, memories not his own, vivid and unrelenting.
He saw a young man with spiky pink hair Yuji Itadori swallowing a grotesque, mummified finger. A surge of cursed energy followed, and suddenly, as Orio- no as sukuna was inside Yuji's body, feeling the rush of power as Sukuna took control for the first time.
The scene shifted.
The second time is when he fully took over yuji body, killing the finger bearer, ripped out his heart, beat up megumi and made a binding vow with yuji.
Now, he was in a different body and its Megumi Fushiguro's. The Ten Shadows Technique coursed through him. The memory of forcibly taking over Megumi's body, exploiting his vulnerable mind, was both exhilarating and horrifying.
Another shift.
He stood over a dying woman name Yorozu who had possessed the body of Megumi's stepsister, Tsumiki. Her blood pooled on the ground from the wound Mahoraga delivered, her eyes filled with love and craziness.
Leaving megumi spirit crushed of his step sister death, killed by his own technique.
The visions continued.
He faced Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era.
Their battle was destructive, tearing through building to building in shinjuku. With a final move after satoru gojo used unlimited hollow purple killing Mahoraga and leaving him severally injured. The strongest sorcerer he ever fought gets cut in half by the new technique he managed to do by using a binding vow to get a instant win, the world cutting slash.
Another vision was the pain he felt that yuji use one final attack that removes his soul from Megumi's body. In sukuna's final moments he hears 3 words from his previous host yuji Itadori.
"You are, me."
Orion was was breathing heavily as the forced memories in his mind finally stopped, leaving him trembling.
"What... was that?" he whispered.
He realized these were not just his memories, they were experiences, emotions, and sensations of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses.
"I'm actually Sukuna."
He slowly stands up and breathes normally to calm and collect himself to understand the situation.
After a good 10 minutes of he begins to think how Orion is now Sukuna.
"It seems that thing with 4 crimson eyes must've give me the body of Sukuna when I touched it's hand with my own , along with his memories.
But couldn't find anything related from the heian era, only in the modern era.
But I do have his cursed technique and memory how the world cutting slash works.
Although the process to use it is slow, I can actually use it for surprise attacks if I face some enemy that has similar hax."
After talking to himself of the power and memories he now possess, he is determine to not waste this second chance of life with his new body and grow stronger so powerful enemies he might encountered won't kill him again.
He also decided to name himself as Sukuna, since he is not Orion Smith the millionaire because that man from a past life is now dead. Killed by the robot he and others like him funded to create a soldier for business.
But there is one thing that bothered him, he looks around this place that looks like a chapel with no roof and there's a dead body not too far from him and the door.
'Where the hell am I?'
He thought as he picks up the object what it looks like the kamutoke and walk towards the dead body.
Sukuna inspects the corpse, it's hard to tell because everything around him is anime in mappa style. But when he sees the the small light, for some reason he touch it and something pops up.
[Item picked up: Tarnished Winzened finger]
This doesn't take him long when he recognize the notification infront of him.
"No fucking way."
He stops inspecting the corpse and instantly go to the wooden doors, pushing them with his 4 hands.
*CREAK*
As the doors sgroaned after not being moved for a long time are now opened, he sees are ruined castles on the jagged peaks in the distance.
[The chapel of anticipation]
He didn't want to believe it, but reading the notification for opening this door and recognizing the area, he now knows what world he is in.
Elden ring.
"FUCK!"
...
End