This was supposed to be chapter one as my brother originally wrote it. Unedited and unfiltered. It's not canon to this story, and is just a interesting addition for those who wish to see what this story would have originally been like tone wise.
CH1
It was supposed to be a joke…
A cringe chuuni moment alone in my room. Shouting out jutsus like you're a ninja in Naruto, acting like a typical edgelord from every single isekai action anime ever, doing poses like a JoJo character.
Doing handsigns and saying Japanese words you don't understand isn't supposed to transmitigate you to a whole different reality.
Yet there I was;
My fingers slowly rose up dramatically… cringyly… as I made the familiar sign. Thumbs, middle, and ring fingers pressed together. Pointer finger and pinkie curled inwards to my palm.
"Ryoiki Tenkai… Fukuma Mizushi." I drawled in my best impression of Sukuna, the King of Curses.
Fighting back a wave of cringe, a grown ass man doing chuuni shit in his shitty apartment.
Doesn't get any more sad than that.
"The fuck am I doing with my life…" I sighed.
I did it again, just for shits and giggles, not thinking anything of it.
Then I blacked out.
What came next was a whirlwind of scenery. From forests to temple shrines, to mountains of bodies and entire oceans of blood.
Laughter echoed around me, a strange occurrence seeing that I couldn't even tell if I was awake or not. A haze had settled in my vision as if I was dreaming, but I clearly remember being away and acting like a middle school kid who just watched anime for the first time.
I didn't remember falling asleep or even passing out.
It didn't take a genius to put two and two together to figure out that something was terribly wrong.
The world shifted around me again, everything was dark. Warm liquid soaked into my socks and the hem of the jeans I had been wearing.
Looking down I saw that I was standing in a pool, no, a seeming endless lake of blood. The laughter came again, deep and touched with insanity.
I turned around and immediately wished I hadn't.
A shrine of bones had appeared behind me, bovine skulls, deformed mouths, a defaced shrine.
And on top of it all, a throne with a singular figure sitting casually on it.
"How interesting… a human, accessing MY domain."
'Fuck…' my thoughts came to a screeching halt.
'It's Fraudkuna… what the fuck is he doing here, wait why is he real? Isn't-
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"
'Shit he can hear my thoughts?!'
Sukuna glared at me, clearly having heard my thoughts. I would have panicked if I wasn't so confused.
"Tch…" the King of Curses clicked his teeth, "listen brat… you better win, both of our lives depend on it."
"Huh?"
I didn't even get the chance to voice my confusion fully. The domain shattered around me as I was yanked backwards and slammed through something that felt like icy water.
When my senses fully returned to me I was now standing in a large circular sand pit. Looking around myself I spotted what could only be described as a sort of colosseum. A roaring crowd cheered and shouted in the stands, across from me stood another man.
"Hey what's going on here?" I called out to him.
He looked at me like I was trash, sneering at me and crossing his arms.
"You foolish brat! You who can't even see the glory of Mount Tai dare question your betters?!"
'The fuck?'
A loud voice echoed through the colosseum from the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to the six hundred and sixty sixth annual transmitigation battle."
I grew more and more confused with each word that the commentator shouted. Transmitigation battle… transmitigation was a favourite trope in a lot of books, novels and fanfiction alike.
A transmitigation game…
I could only assume it was some sort of game to decide if someone got isekai'ed or not. While I was trying to process everything the commentator continued to commentate.
"For this year's spectacle two challengers from opposite ends of the globe have come forth to see who will be given the opportunity to be transmitigated into a multiverse of their own!"
The loud cheers from the crowd drowned out all other noise. I could hardly hear myself think, but it was all starting to make sense to me.
Unfortunately this wasn't a hallucination, I had been roped into something totally wack and not something I had prepared for.
The commentator continued, "The first challenge, give your introduction!"
Clearly the other guy was the 'first challenger', he stepped forward and with his nasally voice loudly called out;
"I AM HUANG HUNDAN, THE YOUNG MASTER OF THE PENG CLAN FROM DRAGON COUNTRY! THAT IS ALL YOU FILTHY PEASANTS GET TO KNOW, NOW BOW BEFORE ME!"
The arena was quiet… I could have sworn I heard a cricket chirping somewhere. Then someone from the crowd burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! His name is literally yellow bastard… the fuck kind of name is that?!"
More snickers followed, the poor guy was clearly unamused if how red his face was getting was any indication.
The commentator didn't let things get out of hand; he pressed forward and spoke again, silencing everyone else.
"Interesting choice of words, and now the second challenger!"
The arena went quiet again, all eyes were on me. I could have gulped like a total scrub all nervous and fidgety. But I didn't take four years of theater arts for nothing. If anything I thrived on adapting and performing on the spot.
I raised a hand and gave a casual wave to everyone before speaking.
"My name's Alex, I'm from Texas."
The reception I got was much warmer than Huang's. The crowd absolutely went nuts.
"Fuck yeah! TEXAS!!!!"
"MURIKA!!!!"
"FUCK YEAH!"
"STEERS AND QUEERS!"
'What?' I tried to find whoever said that last bit.
Then someone shouted; "GET ON WITH IT!"
"Right then, for this duel the two competitors will be fighting with… no powers, no magic, JUST THEIR FISTS!"
I sighed, I've already come to terms with the fact that there wasn't any way for me to get out of this. I looked over to my supposed opponent, who was still screaming nonsensical shit despite no one really listening to him.
"FROGS IN A WELL!!! I AM THE HEIR TO THE GOLDEN JADE DRAGON CELESTIAL FIRE GOD ENLIGHTENMENT CULTIVATION PILL SECT!"
"Dude what the fuck are you even talking about?" I grumbled.
Here I thought I had been chuuni acting like Sukuna in my room. But this fuckwad seemed to genuinely think he was some sort of main character or something. From his dumb pointy eyebrows, to his Lucius Malfoy style hair, to his overly effeminate face.
"Contestants ready?"
I shrugged, the 'young master' pointed a slender finger at me.
"FIGHT!"
I may not have been an MMA fighter, but I could fight. Growing up on a farm in East Texas did that to people. Especially when you had two older brothers and a younger sister that had the worst taste in men.
Huang tried to do some fancy Naruto jutsu hand signs or something. Clearly he wasn't listening when the commentator said no magic or powers.
I almost felt bad when my fist collided with his nose. The crunch of cartilage shattering under my fist made me wince, not in pain but in pity for the guy whose nose I just broke.
He let out a girly yelp, jumped to his feet and took on some weird stance. I threw another punch, he did a fancy move trying to grab my wrist, my elbow flew into his jaw.
The poor bastard fell to the ground in a heap of restrained tears and silk. I turned to where I assumed the commentator box was and waited for them to announce my victory. Clearly Huang didn't know shit about fighting and wouldn't be able to do much else.
Unsurprisingly no announcement came, I guess they wanted to beat the snot out of the guy until he was unconscious.
Huang shakily stood up, blood pouring down his face from a broken nose, jaw swelling up already, unshed tears making his eyes red.
"How dare you lay your filthy hands on me brat!"
I sighed again, "Stay the fuck down you dumbass."
"I will not be- URGHHHHH."
He collapsed before he could finish whatever Shakespearean insult he was about to spew. Men do that when you violently introduce your foot to their balls.
I'm not proud of admitting it, but I had been a big bully back in high school.
So when I found myself kicking the shit out of the groaning man while he was down, I wasn't so surprised by my instinctual actions.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it appears we have a winner!"
I let out a huff and gave Huang one last kick to the face for good measure. A part of me really enjoyed bullying the pompous prick.
'Finally, we can move on.'
"As the winner of this competition, you will be sent to your own multiverse to enjoy endless adventure. Of course you won't be sent out without a boon."
'Really want to ask why this is happening… I didn't die, nor did I make any deals with shady individuals. A little too late now though.'
"Alex from Texas, if you recall you had a vision before arriving, that was a hint at your prize for winning this competition."
'Right… the King of Frauds, can I reroll?' I mentally complained about my supposed boon.
"As for the LOSER," my attention went back to the sobbing man, "you face… immediate erasure!"
Huang didn't even have time to scream, he was vaporised on the spot. The crowd cheered, I felt strange.
Clearly I had just watched some poor mentally deranged man die via divine smiting but ultimately I felt nothing.
'Maybe it's Sukuna's influence?' I reasoned.
"Now… the council of judges will decide on your home world."
The colosseum went deathly quiet, anxiety crept up my spine. It hadn't been this quiet earlier, there was no noise. At least to me there wasn't.
And that was what was the most disturbing.
I could practically hear my own blood, the thump of my heart, and nothing else. No whispers, no rustle of cloth, not even so much as a breeze.
Finally after what seemed like an endless minute the loud commentators' voice came again.
"The council has spoken, your new home world will be…"
[Scene Break]
"… your new home world will be… drum roll please."
The sound of a snare drum filled the arena, by then I was used to the strangeness so I didn't bother looking for the source of the drum roll.
"Demon Slayer!"
'Fuck… that's not bad I guess glorified vampires won't have shit on Domain Expansion.'
'Brat… what is Kimetsu no Yaiba?' Sukuna asked in my head.
"You will be inserted into the world now. Have fun, contestant."
Like when I was first summoned to the arena, I was yanked backwards again.
Unlike the first time, I didn't land on my feet. I crashed face first into a large muddy puddle in a field of rice.
"GACK!" I faceplanted.
'Hahahaha! Pathetic, you couldn't even land on your feet.' Sukuna laughed.
'Do me a favour and choke yourself with your fuckass tattoos.' I snapped back in my head.
Sukuna laughed, but didn't say anything else as I stood up and spat out the mouthful of soil I had inhaled. Brushing myself off, I looked down at my modern clothes then at the surrounding rice field I had landed in.
'I stick out like a sore thumb… I need to blend in.'
'Obviously…' Sukuna drawled, 'go find a village, you can take some clothes after you've killed everyone.'
'First off, no… I'm not massacring an entire village just for some clothes. Not a bad idea though, but I need to look the part before I show up. I'll go find some bandits or something, that way I can test out my new powers and steal their shit.'
'Tch… you pussy.'
'Eat shit and die Fraudkuna.'
My eyes throbbed, for a second I thought I had the fucking Sharingan until I saw my reflection in the puddle.
'The fuck… am I… no…'
Gojo Satoru's fae looked back at me in the murky water. White hair, dazzlingly blue eyes, and an ever present grin.
Sukuna silence echoed in my skull.
Cursed energy flared, I slowly rose up until I was standing on top of the muddy pool of water. Limitless instinctively kicking on.
'Such a powerful new body,' Sukuna confirmed, his tone oddly approving. 'Now that, I can work with. Take it further — feed, kill, devour. Let me taste this new power.'
"Yeah, hard pass." I shook my head, already feeling the thrum of unfamiliar energy in my veins.
"… okay, maybe this isn't so bad."
'Go find prey,' Sukuna purred.
"Bandits, dumbass. Not villagers."
[Scene Break]
I heard them before I saw them.
Bandits, almost a dozen in a hidden camp not too far from the road. My new enhanced sight picked up every detail of their camp.
They were celebrating a successful raid on a caravan, one bragged about raping one of the women. Disgust surged within me, whether it was from my own thoughts, Satoru's personality bleeding through, or Sukuna's, no wait, scratch that last one.
Sukuna would totally brag about doing something as heinous as raping a random woman.
'You're damn right brat… everyone else is prey, we are powerful, they are weak. It's only right that we get to do whatever we want.'
'Please shut the fuck up, I'm trying to focus.'
I had no weapons, I doubt I would be as successful in beating up a bunch of hardened bandits with my fists like I did with Huang.
Unfortunately, while I had become Gojo Satoru's doppelgänger with Sukuna in my head. I had no knowledge of Jujutsu.
Bottomless CE and no techniques to use it on.
I felt like kicking myself in the face. I thought about maybe finding a weapon to use.
Sukuna scoffed, 'Weapons… bah. All you need is my power. No one in this world could ever hope to ma—
'Wait, I should have enhanced speed and MMA skills. I don't need weapons when my fists are weapons.'
My strength and speed was obviously peak human. I could instinctually use Limitless so I basically had rudimentary telekinesis. Still, I tested out Sukuna's abilities too. Just to shut him up, his constant pushing to test his powers was getting on my nerves.
Dismantle and Cleave worked as intended. With Sukuna hanging around, I figured RCT would come around eventually. I didn't want to test Domain Expansion or the Divine Flames yet, but I knew I could use them.
With everything settled, and Sukuna silent after smugly telling me to go slaughter some people, I set off for the camp.
I slipped into the bushes by the camp, crouched low, the stench of smoke and blood filling my nose. My ears twitched—yeah, twitched. I could hear everything. Every laugh, every gulp of sake, every lazy shuffle of sandals on dirt.
They had no idea I was here.
Perfect.
One of them wandered close to the bush I was in, a skinny bastard with a chipped axe hanging from his belt. He was mid-yawn when I appeared in front of him, I tore out his esophagus with my bare hands. His gurgle echoed in the woods as I dragged him into the shadow of the undergrowth.
'Now that's more like it,' Sukuna purred in my head. 'Blood and fear. Don't stop.'
I dropped the corpse, wiped my hand on his robe, and moved deeper in. The others hadn't noticed yet. Too drunk. Too stupid.
I made sure to change that.
The next two were sitting by the fire, arguing over who got the lion's share of loot. I blurred forward, faster than their eyes could follow, and cracked his skull open with a axe kick. He let out a gurgle, brain matter leaking out of his ears and nose, his buddy stumbled back, fumbling for his katana.
I didn't give him the chance. My other hand punched straight through his chest, ribs cracking like dry twigs. I ripped free, his heart in my fist, still beating.
'Hahaha! That's it, brat! Now you're talking!'
The rest of the camp finally realized what was happening. Shouts rang out, weapons scraped from scabbards. A heavyset bald guy roared and charged, swinging a club the size of my torso.
Let the club slam into Limitless, my hand lashed out and ripped his jaw from his head. He dropped, choking on blood, and I crushed his skull under my heel like a melon.
Arrows hissed through the air. My body moved before my mind caught up—ducking, weaving, Limitless catching the ones I didn't dodge. One arrow I caught mid-flight, snapping it in half before tossing the pieces aside.
I was smiling. Wide, sharp, evil.
The last three bandits backed into the far wall, weapons shaking in their hands. One of them muttered, "What the fuck are you?"
"The King…"
Then I lunged.
The cave became a slaughterhouse.
When it was over, the fire still burned, but the bandits didn't. They were scattered across the forest floor in broken, bloody pieces. My chest heaved, more from the high than from exertion. I was sitting down, my back against a tree.
I picked a bit of flesh from my nails, I had enjoyed ripping them apart with my bare hands more than I should have.
Sukuna's laughter rolled like thunder in my skull.
'Hah! You're a natural. You might just be worth keeping around, brat.'
I glanced at the carnage, then at my hands, still dripping red. My grin faded as the battle haze dissipated.
"… shit."
This should have traumatised me, yet I felt nothing but satisfaction. That scared me more than it should have.
Sukuna's laughter continued. I got up and started looting the entire place. Mostly trying to distract myself from the carnage I had caused.
I scrounged up a few scraps of food, some money, a few sets of clean clothes, a large knapsack, and several empty sake bottles I filled with water I boiled over the fire.
'Brat, admit it. You're more like me than you want to admit.'
'Not now you twat… I'm compartmentalising.' I growled.
But he was right, part of me saw these bandits as NPCs. I knew they weren't, I knew they were people. But I still tore them apart, and I had enjoyed it. The power was intoxicating.
Maybe it was the last bit of my humanity trying to cope with what I had done.
I sighed, and packed everything into the knapsack. I changed into a loose fitting robe. I looted from a chest. I also found some shoes that fit and threw those on.
I didn't bother taking their weapons or clothes, I had enough money in my new pack. Besides, I had torn through them, clothes and flesh both. Not much of the gear left inside was intact enough to sell.
I wanted to hide the bodies, but that would be admitting guilt. I could have burned them too but that would have burned the rest of the forest too.
I followed the dirt road hoping to eventually run into a village or something. Sukuna was thankfully silent the whole time, I didn't have to cuss out the four eyed fuck to get him to shut up. So that I could think peacefully while I walked.
Mainly I was thinking about my life now.
As an Isekai protagonist, I was overpowered.
But there were other things in this world that could threaten me. Domain Expansion didn't fully work against normal ass humans, maybe not even demons. Muzan was a wild card, until I figured out how my powers worked, he could probably fuck me up real bad. Then there was the world wars… as far as I was aware, I was still human.
A well placed bullet could still kill me. Stamina was finite even if my CE wasn't.
I needed a plan, Sukuna was right. I wouldn't be satisfied just living as a simple villager. I wanted action, I needed excitement. Joining the Demon Slayer Corp was one option. There was also the Swordsmith Village.
'I always wanted to pick up smithing…' I hummed in my head.
'Go and slaughter something brat… I'm bored.'
There he was again, I didn't know if he was a permanent fixture in my head. Having someone to talk to was nice sure, but not when that someone was a murderous psychopath that wanted me to slaughter a village or defile a corpse.
'And what's wrong with that?'
'Stop reading my thoughts you cock juggling thundercunt.'
'You think I want to listen to your ramblings you pissant?!' Sukuna snapped.
'Eat shit and die Suskuna.'
Sukuna promptly exploded, thankfully I was able to tune him out by humming loudly while he cussed me out.
When my internal body clock told me that I had been walking for several hours, following the road, and still hadn't run into civilisation, I was blown away.
'I should have at least hit one a village by now.'
[Scene Break] (Time Skip 2 Months)
'You really built a shack…' Sukuna muttered.
'It's a cabin, I built a cabin.' I corrected him.
I stood in front of my modest little cabin. After walking for nearly a day and not running into any village, much less another person.
I decided to say 'fuck it' and built a cabin in a clearing of the woods to the side of the road I had been walking on.
I wasn't much of a carpenter, or an architect, but I had seen countless videos of dudes building shit in the woods with minimal tools.
With Sukuna's powers, plus my Limitless, building a relatively structurally sound cabin had been easy.
The hardest part was the roof, luckily for me there was plenty of wood. Despite not having any iron nails, I managed to erect the supports and the roof.
I was now the proud new owner of a rickety cabin the the woods.
With a humble base of operations set up, I could begin plotting my bid for world dominati— I mean, exploring… yeah, that's what I meant.
I could finally explore now that I had somewhere I could lay my head down without having to worry about waking up and having to fight off bandits, demons, and whatever else decided they wanted to ruin my day.
'It's still a shit shack.' Sukuna hummed, drawing me back to the present moment.
'Shack or not, we have a home now.' I retort.
'YOU have a home, I'm just the voice in your head.' He corrected me.
This has also become a normal occurrence. Sukuna popping up every once in a while to comment on whatever it was I was doing.
I've started seeing him as my internal monologue.
Which is something you really don't want, but seeing that I was alone and probably lost. I'd take any company over mind numbing loneliness.
'So when are we going to set out to find an actual village brat?'
'Probably tomorrow, or later tonight. The sun does irritate my sensitive eyes.'
The sun did in fact not burn me into a crispy chicken nugget. My eyes were a different matter. While it didn't hurt, it felt like I had been swimming in an over chlorinated pool for an entire day straight.
'Is this what Gojo feels like?'
'What do you know of THAT man brat?!' Sukuna suddenly snapped.
'Why do you care?'
'That man… I swore to kill that man—
'Let me guess, you got absolutely destroyed.'
'That audacity of that man!' Sukuna raged.
I ignored the King of Curses as he seethed in my head. I picked up bits and pieces of his rant though. It seemed that he was plucked away from that world just before the Shibuya incident.
I wasn't going to ask how he regained his full power, I figured it had something to do with souls or something that the being that sent me here did to Sukuna.
I don't know how to explain it, it was like a gut feeling. I just knew I had access to 100% of Sukuna's power. It also didn't feel like he could do much more than talk to me in my head.
I had a feeling that if he did, he'd have manifested mouths or extra eyes on me already. Either to talk shit or to just bother me with his bullshit.
He was still seething about Gojo Satoru when I pulled myself from my thoughts. Now he was ranting about being undisputed, something about the Heian era or whatever, and how he would raze the very first village he could find.
I wondered why he didn't recognise that I had Gojo's face now.
'Maybe he can't see out of my eyes?' I thought.
I sighed to myself and looked at the exterior of my shit shack.
'A home is a home.'