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"What?" Jason blinked, his voice sharp with disbelief.
Lucifer only smiled—and then snapped his fingers.
"WAIT! WAIT, YOU SON OF A—!"
But it was too late.
One second, Jason was seated in a sleek crimson bar. The next, he was falling.
Not from a rooftop. Not from a plane.
But from the sky.
And this sky wasn't blue. It was red—dark, blood-colored red, cracked with streaks of black thunder. Mountains floated sideways, vomiting lava that twisted into the air like serpents. The ground below was an endless, broken land, scattered with lakes of molten magma. No sun. No moon. Just fire. Just glow.
Hell.
He was in Hell.
"FUCK YOU, LUCIFER!!!" Jason screamed as he plummeted straight down—
BOOM.
He slammed face-first into solid rock, hard enough to crack it in a spiderweb pattern. Surprisingly, he didn't feel pain.
He groaned, pushing himself to his feet.
His coat was scorched. His boots smoking. The very air burned. It wasn't just heat—it was weight. Hell's weight. And it pressed on his shoulders like the judgment of a thousand gods.
"Ugh… Fuck, man… FUCK! FUCK!" Jason cursed, brushing lava dust off his face. "What is wrong with that prick?! He reincarnates me, gives me powers, then rips them away and throws me into literal HELL?!"
He spat to the side, then glanced around cautiously.
That's when the earth rumbled.
A snarl echoed from behind a jagged wall of burning stone.
And out stepped a monster.
Eight feet tall. Skin like cracked obsidian. Veins glowing molten orange. Its mouth opened too wide, filled with rows of jagged teeth that shifted every second. It had four arms—each ending in curved, blood-rusted claws—and no eyes.
A Demon.
"A huuuman..." it hissed. Its voice sounded like steam boiling in an open wound. "Give me your sooooul… Tasty...TASTY… COME COME SOUL SOUL!"
Jason's claws extended with a flash of blue energy.
He smirked.
"Oh," he said, flexing his fingers. "Powers are back. Now that's more like it."
The demon lunged.
Jason vanished.
He reappeared behind the creature, sliding across the scorched ground on one knee, his claw ripping through the demon's left hamstring.
It howled, spun, swung one massive arm—
Jason ducked it.
"Cleave."
The word echoed with force.
In a blink, the demon's entire head split diagonally from the jaw upward—half falling left, half falling right—cleanly severed, sizzling as it dropped to the ground like fresh meat in a butcher shop.
Jason stood tall, panting lightly.
"…Weak," he muttered, brushing ash off his shoulder.
Then something pinged.
He looked up. A translucent blue screen hovered in the air before his eyes.
[You have slain a Lesser Demon.]
[You have gained 3 Cursed Souls.]
Jason frowned. "Three souls?"
Back on Earth—even Killer Croc had only been worth one.
He tapped the side of the screen, analyzing the data. Then he leaned back and cracked his neck.
"So that's what that bastard meant…" he muttered, eyes narrowing. "That's why he threw me in here."
His clawed hand clenched into a fist, cursed energy swirling faintly.
"Well, alright. Still a dick move. But fine."
Jason turned, facing the burning horizon where shadows moved in the smoke.
"I'll clean this place out. Demon by demon."
He smirked, eyes glowing faint blue.
"Let's see how many souls I can rack up."
...
Over the course of an entire week, Jason had begun to truly understand this place.
Hell.
A realm of twisted landscapes, molten lakes, and mountains carved by screams. At first, he thought every demon he killed was worth three souls. But he quickly realized it wasn't that simple.
No—demons didn't come with a flat value. Their worth depended on the number of human souls they had devoured. And those souls? They belonged to the damned—men and women cast into Hell by divine judgment.
The more they consumed, the stronger they grew.
The strongest demon he'd encountered so far had seven. Jason knew because Cleave—a technique that normally split heads like fruit—only managed to half-cut this one's skull before stopping mid-bone.
A warning.
He was only facing Lesser Demons so far. What would happen when he ran into a Greater One?
"Still... what a shit time," Jason muttered, trudging across the jagged black plains toward a rocky hill. Lava glowed far in the distance, casting flickering shadows that danced like ghosts. "Gotta find a way out of here... it's been a goddamn week. My family, the team... they must be losing their minds."
He reached his shelter—an abandoned cave carved into one of the mountain sides. He had cleared it himself after slaying the demon inside. It wasn't much, but it was safe. And oddly enough... he didn't need food. Or water. Only occasional sleep.
He sat down and pulled up his status screen with a thought.
"Let's see... I've been collecting quadruple the souls I normally do on Earth."
His eyes scanned the stats.
Souls Collected: 187"to think that a 150 of these souls came from Hell..." thought Jason
"Let's level up, shall we?" Jason grinned.
{
Name: Jason Lucas Anderson
Title: King of Curses | Sukuna's Reincarnation
Race: Human (Modified)
Level: 20
Souls Collected: 187 -> 13 Souls
Next Level: 21 Souls
Fingers Absorbed: 1/20
Corruption Level: 47%
Occupation: Anderson Family Successor
[Core Stats]
Power: 37
Stamina: 35
Endurance: 39
Cursed Energy: 52
Control: 31
Charm: 28
Willpower: 45
[Abilities]
Cursed Tool Mastery – Kamutoke / Hiten
Cursed Healing – Passive Regeneration
Inherited Techniques – - Cleave - Dismantle - Spiderweb - Shrine – Locked - Divine Flame – Locked - Ten Shadows Technique – Locked
Domain Expansion – Locked
True Sukuna Body – Locked
}
Jason's fingers clenched as power surged through his veins. His cursed energy had spiked like a supernova—he felt it in his breath, his heartbeat, the very air around him.
"Huh... finally unlocked the Inherited Technique names," he muttered. His eyes narrowed. "Shrine. Divine Flame. Ten Shadows Technique...? Wait a minute..."
That last one didn't belong to Sukuna—not originally. That was Megumi's.
"How the hell do I have that? Could it be the system's way of gifting me everything Sukuna ever held, including what he took by force...?"
As if to confirm his theory—
{Congratulations! Host Reached Level 20!!
Host Gained: One Sukuna Finger}
Jason blinked as the system's voice echoed in his mind. His eyes slowly drifted to his palm—there it was. A finger. Disgusting, pale, almost rotting… and unmistakably inhuman.
"...God. I'm supposed to... eat this?" he muttered, grimacing.
Reluctantly, he shut his eyes and shoved it into his mouth. A bitter taste hit his tongue as he gagged, struggling to get it down.
"Ugh..." he groaned, forcing himself to swallow it whole.
Seconds passed.
"...Hmm? What the fuck? I feel nothing."
{Would the host like to absorb the Finger?}
"What? I mean, fuck—I just ate it. Isn't that me absorbing it?"
{Host may absorb through the system without physical ingestion.}
Jason stared at the air, dumbfounded.
"Well fuck—say that before I go through that shit next time! Fucking hell... Yes. Absorb it!"
{Absorbing... 3... 2... 1... Done.}
Suddenly—
"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!"Jason's entire body tensed as a surge of raw cursed energy exploded inside him. It wasn't pain—it was overwhelming power, flooding through every inch of him.
He gritted his teeth and dropped to one knee as his stats began to shift.
{Cursed Energy: 52 → 57 → 68 → 71 → 78 → 82 → 90 → 100 → 101 → 102}
Jason panted, eyes wide as he felt the energy stabilize. His limbs trembled, his skin buzzed, and everything felt sharper—clearer.
He opened his status.
"Fifty points... from one finger? That's... like fifty levels," he muttered.
But that wasn't all.
{Control: 31 → 51}
His grip over the cursed energy surged as well—he could feel the difference.
Yet, another number climbed as well.
And this one… he didn't like.
{Corruption Level: 47% → 60%}
Jason stared at it, frowning.
"...Great. More power… more corruption."
He didn't need the system to explain it. He knew—with every finger, his power grew, but so did the curse inside him.
And once that number reached 100%?
He didn't want to find out.
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