"I will be the strongest."
Y/N is untalented, normal and just your everyday guy, but he has a strong desire for battles. Unfortunately for Y/N earth is too safe and grounded...
"Which is why, Remnant would be a perfect place for you!"
After reincar...
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In the barren land where Salem called home, there stood a castle.
A mysterious figure walked through the dimly lit corridors of the desolate palace, filling the silence with hums and footsteps. His clothes defied Remnant’s fashion and his blue-ish, rotten, patchwork skin resembled that of a zombie.
The figure had a humanoid silhouette with a head, arms, and legs. Yet one thing was clear: it wasn't human.
“Jogo and Hanami are already in Remnant~” the figure mused, a sinister smile on his dead lips. “I wonder when Dagon will arrive?”
His hair, nails, and tattered clothing reeked of malice; sort of like a beacon for negative energy to gather. The figure was too human to be a creature of Grimm although it had enough qualities to be mistaken for such.
The figure was, in layman terms–Weird, From looks alone It seemed like a normal living being. But it was far from human, an uncanny valley of sorts.
“Shibuya was a ride and a half, I’m glad most of us came back together.”
Take note, It imitated the skin and bones of the living, but make no mistake; It is the flesh of a Cursed Spirit.
The figure flung some transfigured humans across the corridors, getting a kick out of their suffering.
“I’ll go meet Jogo veeery soon. And then we can proceed with the original plan–Bringing back the golden age of Jujutsu.”
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[[Cursed Spirits]]
If you weren't a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you might mistake them for demons. And you’d be right.
Cursed Spirits are born from the cursed energy leaking from humans and faunus, unlike the Grimm, whose origins are shrouded in darkness. Cursed Spirits are like natural disasters, uncontrollable and driven by their nature.
The most powerful Cursed Spirits, those who achieve the title of Special grade, are only a handful—calamities that are fueled by the fear of all humans and faunus alike. These are the Disaster Curses.
The leader of them, the only one who had undergone an awakening, is–
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“Mahito,” called Salem, her voice cutting through the corridors. She glared at the figure, her brows furrowed. Mahito’s smile faded as he turned to face her.
His gaze met hers, but he turned back to the window, unwilling to endure another nagging session.
“I know what I’m doing,” Mahito said, his eyes fixed on the barren landscape outside. “This plan will work, Salem. Have some faith.”
“This is your idea of a plan? It’s reckless. What do you hope to achieve with such a blatant attack on Beacon?” Salem's voice was cold, her patience was running thin.
