Summary/Synopsis:
'Written in the second point of view when the story starts'
She was known to be a daydreamer. A Walter Mitty. A fantasizer or maybe, a little too much more than that if she was being honest.
With a life that shaped her into becoming weary and debilitated, setting one's eyes on a non-existent world that could bring her nothing but death and anxiety would be vast and perhaps a quixotic dream if she was brought in during the life she was currently existing in right now, seeing it as completely futile to begin with.
The world of Jujutsu Sorcery.
Strange to hear by people who knew nothing of the particular series, but exciting to those who actually comprehends.
It didn't help the fact that she was obsessed with a relatable manga or anime entitled Jujutsu Kaisen and a draining life back in earth that made the whole series her comfort zone or in other words, her hidden 'refuge'.
It was the only one that could keep her calm and stable.
What if the genie finally gives in to her commands, her thoughtless wishes just like what the others did? Yet, with an unfortunate fate just like theirs?
A woeful pattern of life that has always been the inevitable.
Being in-love with fictional men and adapting to their lifestyles or dimensions wouldn't bring anything but despair.
Especially, this time---she was bringing evidences of the past and the future of the man she has been smitten with back in earth. A fictional man who she adored, yet people laugh at her about.
As luck would have it, this man was the strongest sorcerer alive in his world. The one and only.
But, life made it seem like she was stronger when she had all the chances of knowing what could happen to everyone in the future which could include eternal rest and surreptitious schemes.
Everything would be a dilemma to her. Howbeit, to Gojo Satoru, it was betting on the odds that it might happen or not.
As long as she gets to remember.
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7th Dimension | Gojo Satoru
Fanfiction'Written in the second point of view when the story starts' She was known to be a daydreamer. A Walter Mitty. A fantasizer or maybe, a little too much more than that if she was being honest. With a life that shaped her into becoming weary and debili...