After Maxing Out His Fear Level, He Became the New Calamity

Toyama Akira was an ordinary person who could jump three feet straight up at the sight of a bug. Then one day, he transmigrated into Jujutsu Kaisen… When he saw cursed spirits, he was so terrified he nearly gouged out his own eyes. When he saw the villains, he was so frightened that they would turn and flee before they had even said a word. Then he discovered that he possessed a cursed technique capable of long-distance spatial teleportation. “Report, Gojo-sensei. The GPS says Toyama has teleported all the way to the Southern Hemisphere again!” Before awakening his memories of the manga, the one thing that gave Toyama Akira any comfort was that his supervising teacher was the strongest in the world. So although the cursed spirits in this world were terrifying and the curse users were frightening beyond words, he became much more at ease after printing out a poster of his white-haired teacher and sticking it to his door for protection, filling his room with merchandise of the strongest teacher, and becoming the strongest teacher’s most devoted henchman. Until he awakened his memories of the manga. That was when he discovered that the only thing giving him a sense of security had been sealed away… What?! Other people transmigrated back to the Hidden Inventory era, so why was he the one who woke up right in the middle of the Shibuya Incident, with Gojo already sealed?! A strange student arrived at Jujutsu High. He seemed to come from the ordinary-person world. He possessed a cursed technique and could see cursed spirits, but when Gojo dragged him to Jujutsu High, he clung to a stone pillar, tears and snot streaming down his face, and refused to leave. “No! I don’t want anything to do with cursed spirits! They’re terrifying!” The white-haired teacher: … Having discovered that the boy possessed an extraordinary cursed technique, Gojo thought that he already had more than enough problem students. One more wouldn’t make a difference. But just after he started a movie, intending to teach the boy how to control his emotions and manipulate cursed energy, the person beside him had already vanished. “…Seriously?! You’re scared of an art film too?” Gojo knew that the boy, timid to the point of nervous collapse, was so afraid of this cursed-spirit-infested world that he wanted to run away at any moment. But in order to win over this “absurdly powerful yet excessively timid” boy, Gojo had no choice but to subject him to a campaign of indoctrination. “Huh? Is there anywhere safer than my side in this world?” “Do you even know who’s standing beside you?” “I’m the strongest, you know. Do you understand what ‘the strongest’ means? I’m the only one who can protect you. Without me, you’ll run into a cockroach cursed spirit the moment you leave the house.” The indoctrination worked perfectly. The signed posters, ID photos, and used drinking cups Gojo casually handed over were all treated by the boy as sacred objects and enshrined by the window for protection. As a result, the entire school came to believe that the boy was his die-hard fan. But the indoctrination seemed to have worked a little too well. Gojo had assumed that, in the twenty-first century, no one could possibly still believe that kind of “you’ll die if you leave me” manipulative nonsense. But the boy seemed to genuinely believe it because he was simply too afraid. [Gojo-sensei is the strongest. If I leave Gojo-sensei, I’ll be killed by a cursed spirit.] After learning what the boy was thinking, Gojo joked, even though such a thing was impossible. “Huh? What if one day I’m not the strongest anymore?” The boy looked over at him at once. “That day will never come.” Gojo was about to say something else when he heard the boy’s voice again. “Because I’ll kill whoever makes Gojo-sensei no longer the strongest.” Gojo did not believe him. The boy was too frightened to even exorcise a cursed spirit. All he ever did was run. He would never draw a blade. And yet, when the Shibuya Incident arrived, when everyone was locked in desperate battle, and Gojo was sealed inside the Prison Realm, the boy, having completely lost the security that came from the strongest’s protection, saw his fear level skyrocket. He fled like the protagonist of a horror movie, passing through four special grade cursed spirits and snatching the Prison Realm away from the Brain. At last, the boy recovered his memories of the manga and held the Prison Realm that sealed away the strongest. As he looked at Sukuna blocking his path, that cold voice finally rang out in the depths of his mind. [Fear level has reached its maximum.] And so, the calamity descended. Fear became fear itself. After defeating Sukuna, he could finally live a happy life, right? Toyama Akira cheerfully imagined this as he escaped to the Hidden Inventory era to play with the strongest teacher, as happy as a hero who had just defeated the Demon King and seen his fear level return to zero. But then… “You were reincarnated to fight Sukuna. Pack your bags. Haven’t you seen how Sukuna is tearing through the strongest in Shinjuku, going from doctoral-level strongest all the way down to kindergarten-level strongest? You’re a graduate student, so how dare you desert in the middle of battle? It’s your turn to fight Sukuna soon.” Toyama Akira pointed at himself in confusion. “Huh? Me? Again?” He had just finished fighting him. Why was it him again? “This one’s different. This is Mahoraga-enhanced Plus, the master of space-cutting slashes, complete-form Sukuna.” Toyama Akira: …Was there some giant popsicle living inside Sukuna? No, seriously, who exactly was inside Sukuna that everyone had to fight him so badly? Toyama Akira was just about to run away, just about to jump out the window and put an end to everything, when he heard: [But the strongest you trust has already been…] … His fear level had returned to zero, only to max out again in an instant. Everyone believed that after the death of the strongest, the person who had supported everything, his cowardly student would surely step forward at this final, critical moment, no matter what anyone said. Just as he had before. Just as he had when he saved everyone in Shibuya. He would come to the battlefield alone, bear everything alone, defeat Sukuna alone, shoulder the burden, and save the world. That cowardly monster really did come running back alone. He stepped forward at the critical moment. Head bowed, trembling, in a world where the strongest had been destroyed. He destroyed the world without the strongest in it. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: After Maxing Out His Fear Level, He Became the New Calamity — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠