[Ding!
Host injury detected.
Novice Gift Pack automatically opened!]
[Congratulations to the Host for gaining special physique: Super Cursed Spirit Magnet—Cursed Spirits’ aggressive desire toward you increased to 150%!]
[Congratulations to the Host for gaining special physique: Five senses magnified to 100 times that of a normal person!]
[Congratulations to the Host for gaining special ability: Never Die from Pain—(Mom and Dad will never have to worry about me dying from pain again~)]
[Congratulations on gaining Points: 0.07 → 7 ↑]
[Current Points: 7]
“Ah…
System, screw you to high heaven…
Dammit…”
[I agree with your statement!
Your beauty exceeds ninety-nine percent of people; you are indeed very beautiful.]
[LanLi: Beauty is technically gender neutral so…]
Damned system, playing dumb on purpose just to mess with him.
“Fck you…
Fck your whole…”
Yasui clutched his continuously bleeding palm, his face instantly draining of color.
The excruciating pain amplification from his hundredfold senses nearly made him perform a live act of dropping dead on the spot.
The sensation felt as if someone were standing next to him, holding a red-hot iron wire, pinning his head down, peeling open his skull, and grinding it slowly, slowly across his nerves—with every single stroke landing precisely on his most sensitive nerve.
He leaned back against the ridiculously expensive recliner in his room, cold sweat dripping down his temples.
His vision began to dim, something buzzed loudly against his eardrums, and his nasal passages were flooded with the smell of iron—his hundredfold-enhanced sense of smell even allowed him to discern the exact concentration of rust in his own blood.
“It hurts so bad…”
…
Ten minutes later.
He managed to catch his breath.
One hundred times normal pain was something he could barely endure.
(Because Yasui’s original body already had an absurdly high pain sensitivity to begin with—in his past life, a routine vaccination could turn his vision black from pain, and a single mosquito bite could make him itch to the point of questioning life itself; he personally suspected there was something wrong with his nerves.)
With tears pooling in his eyes, a face as pale as sheet paper, and deep teeth marks bitten into his lip, Yasui finally had to accept an absurd reality—he had truly transmigrated.
And in this parallel world, his life trajectory mirrored his previous life exactly: at fifteen, he had been guaranteed early college admission thanks to his outstanding performance in mathematics competitions.
Right now, he was idling away, playing video games at home every day while waiting for the school semester to start.
The desk calendar displayed the date: March 7, 2005.
Trembling, Yasui dug out a medical kit to clean, medicate, and bandage his wound.
The instant the alcohol cotton ball touched the cut, his entire body shuddered, his teeth grinding with audible clicks as suppressed whimpers leaked from his throat.
“Ah…”
[Points +1]
“…”
Staring at the floating number in his mind, Yasui took a deep breath and slowly uttered three words:
“Screw your ancestors.”
By the time he finished bandaging the wound, his total points had reached 24.
Under the hundredfold pain multiplier, that two-centimeter cut on his palm felt as though someone were pressing his hand against a power grinder.
It hurt—it fucking hurt so damn much!
[Reminder: Host can purchase anything you desire through the System Mall~]
[Hope the Host has fun~]
Yasui: ?
Have fun?
Looking at his left hand wrapped in gauze, his lips suddenly twitched into a smirk.
Then again, getting a second chance at life…
well, every extra day lived was a net profit.
In his past life, he spent his whole existence solving math problems without reaching the answer he wanted before dying.
Becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer in this life didn’t sound like a bad deal at all.
How do I view the System Mall…
The moment the thought surfaced, a translucent panel glowing with a faint, eerie blue light abruptly floated before his eyes like some kind of holographic projection.
[Spatial Storage: 666]
[Comedian: 999]
[Cursed Spirit Manipulation: 888]
[Limitless: 999]
[Reverse Cursed Technique (Floor-Price Discount!): ↓199!!!]
[Shrine: 888]
[Copy: 777]
…
Yasui looked at the items listed above…
Yasui looked at the items listed above and frowned slightly.
As a mathematician, he possessed an instinctive sensitivity toward numbers.
If nothing else, these things were way too expensive.
If the numbers behind them represented pain points, wouldn’t getting Limitless require flaying himself alive several times over?
If he wanted it, wouldn’t he have to pour his literal heart and soul into it?
Not that he cared about pouring out his heart and soul, but it just sounded troublesome.
Only Reverse Cursed Technique was relatively cheap at 199, looking like a rare moment of conscience from the system.
However, staring at that “Floor-Price Discount” tag, Yasui couldn’t help but feel there was a trap hidden within.
Thinking about flipping the page, he wanted to see if there was anything cheaper.
A basic stats panel appeared, rendered in a glaring red font, complete with a stick-figure drawing of a monkey scratching its head on the side (courtesy of Suguru Geto).
[Cursed Energy Total: 0 (A complete and utter monkey who cannot see Cursed Spirits at all~)]
[Strength: 15 (Impressive…
Wait, is this value right?)]
[Physical Resistance: 3 (Standard for a normal human: 5)]
[Speed: 2 (?
Hold on, what does this stat even mean?
Did you tumble to your death because you were too slow?)]
[Note: Spending 2 points can increase a attribute point by 1.]
Yasui: ?
What did zero cursed energy mean?
In the Jujutsu world, aside from Heavenly Restriction, didn’t everyone possess cursed energy to some degree?
He might have been a genius-level nerd obsessed with studying in his past life, but he had still read the Jujutsu Kaisen manga.
In this world’s setting, even ordinary people possessed a trace amount of cursed energy—they just couldn’t see Cursed Spirits.
He certainly wasn’t a case of Heavenly Restriction either—Heavenly Restriction traded zero cursed energy for an ultra-powerful body, or traded an extremely sickly body for vast amounts of cursed energy.
His physical resistance was a paltry 3, absolute trash among trash.
But he was a human, right?
Why on earth did he have zero cursed energy?
As for strength…
ah, he genuinely didn’t know why that stat was so high.
A natural talent, perhaps?
This attribute panel was way too bizarre.
[Because you are a transmigrator, Host!]
The system’s response only deepened Yasui’s confusion.
If he was a transmigrator, shouldn’t he be an undocumented entity?
Wouldn’t an undocumented entity be rejected by the world?
How could it go so far as to strip away a fundamental world rule like cursed energy?
“Then what’s the deal with my identity here and this house?”
[Novice perk from the system to provide the Host with a familiar environment.]
[Host has two choices:]
[1.
Reject system missions, unbind the system, become an ordinary person, and continue living in this familiar environment.
Upon selection, pain points will be voided, special physiques suppressed, and physical stats returned to normal.
You can continue being your guaranteed-admission genius mathematician, enjoying a healthy, pain-free life, and peacefully living out your natural lifespan in this world until the end.]
[2.
Accept system missions, become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, and let’s joyfully grow stronger in the Jujutsu World!
Who wouldn’t want to get stronger and hurl themselves recklessly into battling Sukuna?
Gentle reminder: Upon selection, you will retain the hundredfold pain sensitivity and Cursed Spirit magnet physique.]
Yasui fell silent.
The sunlight outside the window was pleasant, falling gently on the pale back of his hand.
He looked down at the dark red stain seeping through the gauze on his palm, suddenly recalling the final images of his past life—the spiraling staircase, that sticky, cursed rotten banana, and that cold, abandoned feeling right before his heart stopped beating.
A boring life.
Japan had Tengen, making it a massive magnet for Cursed Spirits.
Other countries had far fewer Cursed Spirits than Japan; ordinary people rarely encountered them, and if they did, they could simply hire “Priests” or “monks” (Jujutsu Sorcerers) to clean them up.
If he chose Option 1, he could continue living in this familiar old estate, using this healthy body to enjoy a wealthy (his parents died early, but their inheritance was terrifyingly vast—a truly magnificent figure) genius life.
No pain, no Cursed Spirits, no danger.
He could pick up a pen again and continue calculating those unfinished formulas; perhaps in this lifetime, he might actually touch the fringes of the Riemann Hypothesis.
Whereas Option 2…
becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer meant stepping into a cold, dark world to face monsters born from human negative emotions, with a high probability of being casually beaten to death like a stray dog by Sukuna one day—or maybe not even Sukuna, but casually killed by some unnamed sorcerer, curse user, or Cursed Spirit…
Any normal person would know what to choose, wouldn’t they?
Yasui’s eyes curved slightly, his striking purple eyes bursting with laughter, holding a pool of warm spring light within them.
He extended his gauze-wrapped left hand, gently tapping the transparent system panel in front of him, letting his fingertip linger on the line reading “Reverse Cursed Technique” for a moment.
“I choose Option 2.”
“I’ve already died once anyway; this life I have now is purely borrowed,” he tilted his head, the red dot on his forehead vividly striking under the light.
His voice was soft, yet laced with a subtle, unhinged glee.
“Using it to play a proper game is the only way to make it worthwhile.”
[Choice confirmed.
System binding in progress…
Binding complete.]