The Limitless

[Chapter 1] - The Request (REVAMPED)

Sorry for the very late chapter, my life has become more intricate in the real world, which is why I haven't been able to update any of my stories.

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As Y/N Gojo clenched his fists, he felt the weight of unfamiliar clothing—a new outfit that mirrored the tactical garb of a sorcerer hunter he had once encountered. His dull yet piercing light-blue eyes flickered with energy, casting a hypnotic spell over the Stellaron Hunters, Kafka and Silver Wolf, who stood before him, observing him with a mix of curiosity and awe. It was clear to them: the man before them was not ordinary.

This could only mean one thing. Y/N Gojo had returned—no longer sealed within the Prison Realm.

His sharp gaze swept the room, analyzing every detail with practiced precision. The sterile, metallic environment felt alien to him. There was no lingering energy of cursed techniques or familiar places. Yet even in his confusion, Y/N remained cautious, the remnants of his old life honing his instincts to stay alert in strange surroundings.

His initial thoughts faded as he faced the two women, his expression now more focused. One question pressed at the front of his mind.

"Where am I?" Y/N's voice was calm but carried an edge of tension as he looked around, noticing traces of the Prison Realm still clinging to his presence, almost like remnants of a shattered mirror.

"Herta Space Station," Silver Wolf replied, her tone casual but sharp, eyes calculating his every reaction. "I take it you've never heard of it?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Obviously not. I wouldn't have asked otherwise," he retorted. His sharp tongue was accompanied by a slight relaxation in his posture. His six eyes—capable of perceiving the finest detail—detected no immediate threat from the women before him, though he remained cautious.

"And who exactly are you?" Kafka asked with a sly smile, tilting her head slightly as she regarded him. "Your aura... it's powerful. Almost like a Stellaron."

"A Stellaron?" Y/N repeated, confusion etched across his face. The term felt foreign, distant, yet oddly significant, like something he should have known but didn't.

Kafka chuckled, shaking her head. "You'll learn soon enough. There's no time to dive into the details now." She turned toward Silver Wolf, who was busy at a nearby terminal.

"All set," Silver Wolf said, her fingers dancing across the keys as she brought up a holographic interface.

"What will she remember?" Kafka asked, her eyes flicking over to Y/N for a moment, sizing him up.

"Not much, probably just you," Silver Wolf answered, adjusting a few more settings.

"Good~," Kafka mused as she stepped toward the unconscious girl lying on the floor. Above her chest hovered a Stellaron, its radiant glow illuminating the room in bright, pulsating light. With a gentle motion, Kafka placed the Stellaron inside the girl's body, and a blinding flash of energy erupted. Y/N squinted, momentarily shielding his eyes from the intensity, even with the heightened perception of his Six Eyes.

As the light dimmed, Y/N observed the girl on the ground, her body slowly reconstructing itself as if her very being was piecing itself together pixel by pixel. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and uncertain.

"K-Kafka...?" the girl mumbled, her voice weak and disoriented.

Kafka smiled warmly. "Ah, so you remember me. Good. Now, listen carefully. You're in a daze. You don't know who you are, why you're here, or what your purpose is. You might think I look familiar, but you're unsure whether you can trust me. None of that matters right now."

Y/N listened as Kafka spoke, her words reverberating with a strange weight. It reminded him of cursed speech, the way her voice seemed to echo with authority. The situation was still beyond him, but he remained silent, observing carefully.

"In the near future, you'll face unimaginable hardships. But you'll also experience many wonderful things. You'll meet companions who will become like family to you, and together, you'll embark on surreal adventures." Kafka's gaze shifted toward Y/N, her smile turning playful. "And this handsome man next to you... he'll be looking after you too~."

"What?" Y/N blinked, his expression one of disbelief. He hadn't expected to be roped into whatever was happening so quickly.

Without waiting for him to respond, Kafka whispered something softly into the girl's ear, and almost immediately, she fell back into a deep sleep. Kafka lifted her gently into a princess carry and turned to Y/N, standing a few paces away.

"I have a request," she said, her smile softening but her eyes holding a glint of seriousness.

Y/N sighed, already feeling the weight of whatever was about to be asked. "Speak."

"I want you to look after her—Stelle—in my absence. For now, I won't be able to stay by her side, and there's a dangerous road ahead," Kafka explained, gently transferring the unconscious girl into Y/N's arms. He instinctively cradled her in a similar manner, though his expression showed clear reluctance.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to look after her? You're putting a girl's life in the hands of a man you've just met."

Kafka chuckled lightly, a knowing smile crossing her face. "Call it intuition. Looking at you... it feels like I can trust you. Besides," she glanced briefly at the fractured cube that had once imprisoned Y/N, "you owe me. If it weren't for the Stellaron I placed near that cube, you might still be trapped in there."

Y/N's gaze flickered between the girl in his arms and the two women walking away. The weight of Kafka's words lingered in his mind, mingling with his own unanswered questions.

"So, the Stellaron... it's what bypassed my Infinity," Y/N muttered, his eyes narrowing in thought as he glanced down at Stelle's peaceful face.

He sighed again, realizing he was already caught up in something much larger than he anticipated. "Guess I'll stick around and see where this leads."

With those words, Y/N adjusted his hold on Stelle, turning to follow the Stellaron Hunters' path, the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Whatever world he had awoken in, it was clear his role had already begun to take shape.

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End of chapter 1! The revamped version! This is oddly fun to remake, I like correcting my mistakes on this. Prepare for 2 or 1 more revamped versions today.