The King of Curses died.
Not in a battle with Gojo Satoru.
Not at the hands of Itadori Yuji.
He was betrayed. Killed by those closest to him.
"The game isn't over yet... Here you are, in a new world. Play your role again, O King."
That was the last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him.
Then he opened his eyes.
He was no longer in Itadori's body. No longer in his world.
He was in the body of a small child. Maybe ten years old. Tiny hands. A weak body.
But some things never changed:
He still had his twenty fingers.
His cursed energy still pulsed through his veins.
His thirst for blood was still stronger than anything in this world.
He looked around. He saw a massive wall surrounding a miserable city.
He saw humans living in fear.
Then he saw the Titan.
Sukuna smiled.
"This world... is going to be fun."
This is "Paradise." Where humans live like cattle behind walls, and hungry Titans wait for one mistake.
Sukuna doesn't want to free Eldia. He doesn't hate Marley. He doesn't dream of freedom like Eren did.
He wants only one thing: to make this world his personal kingdom.
But there's one thing he doesn't know:
Eren Yeager's story is already written.
Fate doesn't like to be broken. And someone is watching him from the shadows of time.
The only problem?
He was born in the body of Eren Yeager.
Will Sukuna save this world? Or turn it into an endless slaughter?
"I'm not Eren. I'm the one who writes the ending."