When Gojo Satoru woke up again, he found himself in a… prison?
He immediately sensed that this world was completely different from before. Everything—the objects around him, the flow of air—felt unfamiliar, almost unreal to his perception.
He slowly closed his absurdly beautiful eyes, then opened them again, carefully observing his surroundings.
Stone walls enclosed the room. It was heavily secured, with only one door and a single window. The window was narrow, barely allowing a sliver of light to filter through.
There were two beds, both neatly arranged with clean, folded blankets. On the only table in the room lay some pills and bandages.
With a quick assessment, Gojo Satoru concluded that this was a confined space. The owner of the room seemed to value cleanliness and was likely prone to injuries. The door was locked—there was no point trying to open it. As for the outside view… he caught a faint glimpse of splashing water, leading him to initially assume that this place was located on an island.
"…."
Gojo Satoru felt slightly bewildered. As he moved his body, he quickly realized something—he was much younger now.
To confirm his suspicion, he jumped off the bed and walked toward a square mirror embedded in the wall.
Reflected in the mirror was a fair-skinned face with a hint of baby fat. He wore a light blue hoodie. His short white hair tilted slightly upward, framing a small, sharp chin and delicate, almost adorable features. His eyelashes were snow-white, and his eyes—those eyes—were unforgettable.
They shimmered like jewels beneath the ocean, radiating a breathtaking beauty that seemed capable of pulling anyone in at a single glance. All of these traits combined made it obvious that this child would grow into someone extraordinarily handsome.
These were… the Six Eyes. The Eyes of Heaven.
A prodigy whose very birth had once disrupted the balance of the Jujutsu world.
After briefly admiring his current, heaven-defying appearance for a few seconds, he snapped back to reality and quickly called out in his mind:
"System, what's going on? You never said I would arrive in this form!"
"The system rules state that the host must grow gradually in this world."
"Wait… no, don't tell me—it's that cliché scenario, right? I got fed some kind of APTX drug, and now I'm about to transfer to Teitan Elementary School, ending up in the same class as Conan… The mysterious white-haired transfer student trope, right?"
"…."
There was no response.
Sensing something was wrong, Gojo Satoru felt a bad premonition and asked,
"No way… What year is it right now?"
"Buzz… Query complete. The current time is 18 years before Conan Year One. Note: Conan Year One refers to the year Edogawa Conan was created—the same year Kudo Shinichi was knocked unconscious and drugged by Gin."
In other words… it was eighteen years before the very first episode of Conan even began.
Gojo Satoru realized he had trusted the system far too blindly. He hadn't asked enough questions before transmigrating—and now he was stuck in a timeline that was nothing short of terrifying.
If he were to appear in the main storyline, he would first have to grow up and live in this world for eighteen whole years.
Eighteen years!
Before transmigrating, he had only been twenty years old. In eighteen years, Yang Guo would have reunited with Xiaolongnü, and even Nobita's grandson would have invented Doraemon!
By the time the plot actually began, he might already be an old man!
After venting furiously at the system in his mind, he received no reply. It remained completely silent, as if playing dead.
Fortunately, Gojo Satoru had a strong ability to adapt. Letting out a sigh, he decided to focus on understanding his current situation.
"System, have you arranged an identity for me? Did I transmigrate with my original body?"
"According to the world's consciousness, a reasonable identity has already been created for the host. Specific details cannot be disclosed. Please explore them on your own."
"Alright… at least I'm not undocumented."
With a thought, Gojo Satoru summoned his status panel.
Name: Gojo Satoru (Kurogane Eigo)Gender: MalePhysical Age: 10 years oldIdentity: Innate Jujutsu Sorcerer(Evaluation: Even before reaching your peak, you have already surpassed most people.)
Inventory: EmptyManga Pages and Forum: (Temporarily Unavailable)Shop: Open
He opened the shop interface. The sheer number of items was dazzling.
There were weapons such as a Desert Eagle with unlimited ammunition, an exquisite Beretta pistol, grenades, rocket launchers—essentially a portable arsenal. There were also various outfits and props, even women's clothing. However, most of them were grayed out and could not be selected.
The system had previously explained that purchasing items required spending Impression Points. Fortunately, the points spent would still count toward the total goal of 100,000.
That was at least some good news.
Closing the shop, Gojo Satoru checked his current abilities.
Bloodline Abilities:
Six Eyes (Activated)— Can perceive hidden information and possesses extraordinary insight Limitless (Not Activated) Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void (Not Activated) Reverse Cursed Technique (Not Activated) Hand-to-Hand Combat (Activated)— Skilled in close combat with a strong physique
All of his cursed techniques were still locked…
He really wanted to try using "Blue" for instantaneous movement.
Gojo Satoru asked the system again, and it replied:
"As the host grows older and meets the necessary conditions, abilities will gradually unlock. Note: The host must strictly adhere to role-playing requirements. Failure to do so will result in electric shock punishment."
"…Alright, I get it."
Gojo Satoru shrugged. Just as he was about to complain about this rather unreliable system, his Six Eyes suddenly detected something—
Someone was approaching the room.
Two people.
Based on their presence… one seemed to be an adult, and the other a child.
After a brief moment of thought, he quietly returned to his bed and pretended to be asleep. Carefully controlling his breathing, his act was flawless.
But one question lingered in his mind—
Who exactly were the people outside?