A heavy silence hung in the air after the battle, and for a moment it felt like the city itself was holding its breath.
The broken skyline, lit by the first blush of sunrise, flickered within the shadow of history.
Dust motes caught in golden slants. Victory had come at a price—and more, something profound and irreversible was on the horizon.
Gojo let his feet settle lightly on the ground, his eyes never leaving Radahn.
He drew a long breath, then exhaled, a faint smile still teasing the edge of his lips. The students and friends gathered, uncertain—watching every twitch with intensity.
Gojo broke the silence.
"It's time you all hear what comes next. Radahn's going to restart this world. Everything that made it cursed, everything we've lived through—all of it will be erased, like a story ending before the last chapter is written and the author decided to rewrite the story." His words were soft, almost gentle.
Then , added a few more lines at what he is going to do.
Yuji took two jerky steps forward, his expression crumpling with panic.
"NO WAY! WE ARE GOING TO LOSE OUR MEMORIES? That's not fair! All the times, the fights, the friends—We'll forget about you and everyone, Gojo-sensei!"
Yuta moved quickly, hand on Yuji's shoulder, voice grave but calm.
"Yuji, you're being dumb. It's not just about us forgetting. It's more than that—this is resetting reality itself. If Radahn succeeds... maybe everything turns to normal?"
"But Can he really do that? No , I mean. Will this even be alright. Like can we really trust him."- said Hakari.
He looked honestly to Radahn, searching for reassurance.
Radahn gave a single, solemn nod.
Yuji's tears welled, his heart wrenching.
"But... If we forget, Gojo-sensei... you'll be gone from us. We won't even know what we've lost..."
Gojo knelt, ruffling Yuji's hair with his usual irreverent swagger.
"Aw, don't be like that! Look at the bright side—no sadness, no loss. You'll be happy, everyone will be alive, and the curses will be gone. Who wouldn't want that?"
Yuji sniffled, eyes uncertain and hopeful at once.
Mei Mei leaned against a broken pillar, her elegant smile awkward—tinged with real regret.
"But what about my money? My investments—?" she asked with the smallest pout.
Gojo burst into laughter.
"Sorry, Mei Mei—looks like your portfolio's getting a reset too. But hey, I won't be here to charge you any more special fees!"
Radahn then said-
"Boy... do you really want to come with us? If you leave now, your essence here, presence, will be forgotten—like you never existed at all."
Radahn's eyes met Gojo's, something ancient and wise in their depths.
Gojo smiled and nodded.
Gojo took one long look at Yuji, Yuta, Maki, Hakari, Panda, Mei Mei, the whole group—faces etched with memories and hopes that would soon be ephemeral, fleeting.
"Yes," Gojo finally said.
"There has to be someone who remembers what was lost. A world needs someone who carries the truth through every reset."
Maki- "More like you don't want to lose your powers"
Gojo laughed- "Maybe"
Yuji smiled too lightening up the gloomy mood.
Then ,
In unison, the four of them floated into the sky—leaving behind the tearful, proud faces of their friends.
Yuji wiped his eyes, mustering a brave smile. "Sayonara, Gojo-sensei!"
The others echoed the farewell—Yuta hugging Gojo, Panda waving his big paw, Maki bowing, Mei Mei blowing a kiss, Hakari tipping his hat. Even Mei Mei, stoic to the end, found a single tear slipping down her cheek.
As their figures ascended beyond the city, further and further up through the rising air, the world stretched beneath them.
Clusters of clouds passed, then the blue faded.
Suddenly, they pierced the boundaries of Earth itself—beyond the stratosphere, in the silence between moon and planet.
Radahn paused mid-flight, sweeping his massive arms.
"Now, stay close. This next part is... complicated."
He extended his hand, glowing gold, and formed a translucent barrier around himself, Gojo, Kaguya and Rin—a shield impervious to the cosmic forces ahead.
Then, he raised his arms. Crimson hair flared, fingertips blazing like dying stars.
As the others watched, the universe itself seemed to shudder.
Below, the world began to twist—the stars distorting into streaks and lines, sky turning to swirling ink.
The sensation was familiar, uncanny: Infinite Void, Gojo realized, but on a truly cosmic scale.
"Astonishing…" Gojo whispered, his Six Eyes shimmering with awe.
The planet began to spin, faster and faster, lines of time and reality folding like origami. The continents blurred, oceans flashed silver, then everything rewound, resetting in accelerated motion.
Cities broke down to villages.
Tokyo shrunk to Edo.
Curses and sorcerers faded into ancient memory, then blank oblivion.
Through it all, Radahn hovered a step ahead.
Then, quick as lightning, he thrust his hand and caught something invisible, something radiating power—a humanoid form, completely white, veined with radiant energy.
The form wriggled in his grasp, unable to break free.
Gojo instinctively felt a pull, a deep connection—a tremor through his soul.
Radahn stared into the shining wraith.
"So, it's you. The soul of this world's god. Why did you curse this world, bind suffering to its bones?"
The floating soul neither spoke nor struggled; instead, it hung limply, pale and unresponsive. Radahn's hands tightened around its throat, energy coursing in red rivers.
"For whose entertainment?" Radahn demanded.
Receiving no answer,
He squeezed harder, and the light shattered—splitting into motes.
The soul broke down, dissolving and merging into Radahn himself.
Power flooding his veins—a different power, deep and fundamental.
But receiving no memories.
He turned back and gazed at the resetting world.
The cursed energy, the domains, the cycles—they all vanished.
The universe re-formed, blank and pure, ready for new stories.
Radahn pondered, his inner voice grim:
'Every time a god's soul is assimilated into a world, a new power system arises. But why do they do this? What force compels them to sacrifice themselves, over and over, to create these worlds—for what? Entertainment? Some watcher's amusement?'
He felt a gaze—an ancient presence, somewhere in the infinite stars—watching silently.
Before he could turn to challenge it, it disappeared, leaving only mystery.
Radahn turned his gaze to the planet once more.
The glitches stopped.
The colours brightened.
The cycle finished, and reality resumed—a world now free from curses, clean, whole.
His celestial glow faded.
Slowly, he drifted back to the trio in their barrier.
Rin burst out, stars in her eyes.
"Wow, that was so kire kire! Like fireworks—with colours and light everywhere!"
Kaguya studied Radahn. For a moment, her icy voice held the faintest note of curiosity.
"I didn't know you could do something like that. That white figure… was it a—?"
Radahn nodded. "A God, yes. But a dead one. This world's spiritual architect. Their soul bound the laws of power here."
Gojo nodded thoughtfully.
"No wonder it felt familiar. So he's the one who cursed this world—shaped its agony, made it into the place we fought in… That's probably why my own power resonated so intensely. That connection—now it makes sense."
Radahn nodded, grim. "The world was bound by his will. Now, for the first time in centuries, it's unshackled."
Gojo looked out at Earth, eyes bright. "So… what now?"
Radahn turned his hands outward; in the silent cosmic dawn, a golden portal snapped open before them, swirling endlessly.
"Now… we travel on."
As they vanished through the gateway, a hush fell over space itself, as if history watched and blinked.
-------Year 2021-------
Sun flooded a quiet soccer field. A gentle spring breeze danced in from the riverbanks, carrying scents of cherry petals and distant ocean.
"Oi, Megumi! Pass me the ball!"
Yuji Itadori laughed, jogging from the bench where he'd been flipping through a well-worn manga, soccer ball bouncing at his feet. Megumi tossed the ball to him—then sat back, eyes lost in the morning sun.
Todo grinned from the other side of the field. "Don't kick it outside the field this time, my brothaaaa!"
"Ha! I got it!" Yuji beamed, sprinting toward the goal.
He rolled the ball to Toge, who nodded.
"Leave it to me!" Toge replied, passing.
"Salmon Shot!"
The ball moved quick feet—Toge to Todo then to Junpei, whose wild zigzag sent defenders flying.
"Assist!" Todo cheered, kicking high.
The ball arced and slammed into the goal's net.
"Score—YES!"
"Dammit! Not again!"- Roared Ryoma Sukuru .
"Uruame! why didn't you stopped the ball when it was mid air!"
"S-sorry! Captain ! It won't happen again!"- Said a white-haired teen boy.
Ryoma sighed and then said- "Anyways, It was a nice match!" then bumped fists with Yuji.
Junpei, Toge, and Todo high-fived, bursting with joy.
Others, dressed in familiar blue and white, joined the celebration—Mineta laughing as he skipped toward midfield, Akito grinning sheepishly as he collapsed on the grass.
On the bleachers, Maki munched on onigiri beside her sister Mai, the two chatting and giggling while watching the action unfold.
"Oi, Everyone! Your next class is starting soon!" shouted an older teacher.
"Pack up—get ready!"
Yuji laughed, waving an arm. "Naahhh! Geto-sensei—let us finish one more match!"
Geto eyed Yuji with mock sternness, but the younger boy pouted adorably, winning a slow sigh and reluctant nod.
"Alright, but after that, everyone—inside! Don't tell Principle Kenjaku I Said that!"
"He gives me a lot of headache."
"OI! Megumi! Join us!"
With cheers and laughter, the group broke and ran—Megumi left behind for a breath, his manga abandoned on the sunlit bench.
The cover shimmered:
"Jujutsu Kaisen Volume 30"
[Volume 3: JJK END]
[A/n: sry guys if it ended so soon, because i thought it would be pointless if it continued since Radahn joined this world at almost then of jjk.]
[Thanks to Everyone who read my fanfic till now! Please continue with your love and support Thanks!]
[Will be taking a shot break for the next volume!]