In the middle of a forest, shrowded in a thick fog, was a singular grave. The tombstone didn't say much, merely the name of the presumed deceased and cause of death.
The name on the grave was 'Random', which seemed derogatory in itself. This name being on the same levels of stupidity as 'Pussy', 'Viagra', 'Richard', and other such names that gen z-ers, and milenials, loved to name their children. To give the child the spark of personality they never had.
But, the more interesting thing on the grave stone was the cause of death.
Waited too long for a fanfic from Jax-wolf that wasn't a crossover between some no-name, no-plot, no-agenda, no-baddies, no-memes, and no-fucks-given anime and a BUM who fathered a BUm, who was sure to father a Bum who would then father a bum.
How such a long text fit on the grave stone was unknown.
This grave, although having an odd cause of death and name, wouldn't have been the focus of The Journey if not for something truly remarkable. In this world, there was no such thing as 'Cursed Energy'.
This was a world of science, technology, and sheer fire-power.
Until now. The hatred festering over the grave was too great, too immense and intense, but most of all —too directed.
Directed to who? For what great cause that could shatter continents in its wake?
Jax-wolf, the killer of passion and destroyer of good fanfiction.
Now, the world of Jujutsu Kaisen had invaded. Cursed Energy seeping through the cracks in the space time continuum through one singular spot:
The Grave.
When a jujutsu sorcerer dies through means other than Cursed Energy, they may become a vengeful spirit. Another fact about this process, unknown to the Jujutsu World, was that if a human (or sorcerer) died while experiencing the greatest amount of suffering imaginable, a calamity would arise.
This was how jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits were created in the first place. It was also the reason why they were contained mostly to japan, as those fucks really had no pain tolerance so calamites popped up like cabbages.
Now, back from my impromptu world building, a calamity was arrising from the grave of Random. However, seeing as the world had no cursed energy except for one spot, all of its scope was focused there. Unto the long rotting corpse of the one who started it all.
The Syndrome wannabe.
Rising from his grave, he knew he had a purpose. Find Jax-Wolf, make him finish his current fanfic in one chapter, and then make him write a fanfic of acceptable fandom(s).
Random knew that finding Jax would be hard — incredibly so. He was slippery like an eel, years of lubing himself so that anything and everything could slide off him with a touch.
That was why, he looked up to the sky and rasied one of his freshly rejuvenated hands, placing it across his now heartly beating heart.
"I vow that, within the next ten chapters or less, I will find Jax-Wolf a put a stop to his reign of terror, dying if I fail to do so. In exchange, I wish for a sense of direction that will lead me to Jax-Wolf and a Cursed Technique that will help me do so. Also, change this fucking thing to first person already! I'll give you 5 paragraphs more!"
And so, thunder struck. Both in front of Random and Jax-Wolf. But… that wasn't all. Thunder struck in front of several others as well.
The first was Honoured-Writer, who was suddenly filled to the brim with power. Although he had not been amongst the truely strongest of brain rotters, it would due well not to underestimate him.
The second was Glorious4EyedKing, who suddenly sprouted four eyes and four arms along with a second— yeah. He was amongst the top 3 brainroters, although arguably (and which I stood for) in the third position. He could rave with the best of them, but didn't quite have that spark that set the top 2 apart.
The next, and only, person to be struck by the lightning instead of around it like all the others was him. The one amongst the top 2 with by far the most brutally straightforward brainrot, Sugmamalewriter. He leaped at any opportunity with a grasp so strong that not even his Jax-sama would be able to shake him off.
And finally, with all the key players assembled, the fight could begin. Oh, and also — There's this guy called Burgernotomatoes with a picture of a burger with tomatos that was also there. Although he was just a guy with his thumbs up and writing about the three brothers of JJK in MHA at a dreadfully slow pace.
"Pick it up, man!"