Hi.I'm a guy who was told I might die at any second.
Yes. You heard that right—any second.
Why?
Because I smoked.
A lot.
Years of chain-smoking. One cigarette after another. Stress, boredom, habit—pick your poison.I knew the warnings. I saw the labels. I laughed them off.
"Won't happen to me," right?
Turns out my lungs disagreed.
Cancer doesn't come with dramatic entrances.It grows quietly. Patiently.By the time you notice it… it's already won.
And now… here I am.Hospitalized.Hooked to machines.Lying on my deathbed.
All because I couldn't quit a damn addiction.
And the worst part?
I didn't even die doing something cool.
I died waiting for the next Jujutsu Kaisen manga chapter to drop.
I mean, I watched the anime—but new episodes take forever. So I thought, screw it, I'll read the manga.
At least I got to finish it.It was good.
…But not worth dying for.
Come on, give me a break.I had finally gotten my life together.A decent job.A hot girlfriend who actually loved me.
But nope.One bad habit.One slow, stupid decision repeated a thousand times—
—and fate finally collected its payment.
—ahhhhhhhhh—
My heart rate spiked.My lungs collapsed.I stopped breathing.
And then…
I died.
[Time of Death: 23:59]
"Wake up… Wake up…"
A voice echoed through the darkness.
"Five more minutes, babe…" I muttered reflexively.
Wait.
That… wasn't my girlfriend's voice.
I forced my eyes open.
A man sat calmly on a chair in front of me. He wore a white mask, a spotless black suit, and a stylish hat—like someone who belonged on a stage, not wherever the hell I was.
He looked at me and spoke in a serious, almost bored tone.
The Reincarnation Offer
"Oh, so you're awake.
Before you start asking questions, let me introduce myself.
I am someone your kind would call ROB. Don't speak until I'm finished. Got it?"
I nodded weakly.
"Good. Now listen carefully.
You're dead.
As a result, our great Creators have decided to grant second chances to people who never truly lived—or who died with regrets. Total reincarnation and all that."
He continued smoothly.
"Before you ask, your memories of your previous life have been erased. You'll know you had parents, relationships, and a past—but no names, faces, or details.
Now here's how it works.
You don't get to choose your world.You don't get to choose your character.
That will be decided by the Wheel of Fate."
As he spoke, a massive, glowing wheel materialized out of thin air.
Its rim was engraved with countless names:
Naruto.Attack on Titan.Jujutsu Kaisen.Fairy Tail.…and many more.
At its center was a slot machine 🎰, symbols flashing as it spun endlessly.
"The wheel selects your world," ROB explained."The slot selects your role—protagonist, antagonist, side character, cannon fodder… or even an entirely original existence."
He grinned.
"Oh, and wishes.
You may make wishes—as long as they are possible within the rules of the world you're sent to.
For example, in Naruto, you could wish for a dōjutsu or bloodline. But no Infinity Stones. No Mother Boxes.
The number of wishes depends on your role:
Protagonist / Antagonist → 1 wish
Side Character → 2 wishes
New / Normal Character → 3 wishes
And before you ask—no questions about your past. People tend to lose their sanity over that."
Dead.Reincarnation.Creators.Anime worlds.Wishes.
What.The.Actual.Fu#k.
I exhaled slowly and forced myself to calm down. Panicking wouldn't help—ROB clearly wasn't the comforting type.
"Okay," I said, "why erase our memories? And why anime worlds only?"
ROB smiled faintly.
"People cling to their pasts. They refuse to live again. So we erase memories—but preserve personalities.
As for anime… your species created isekai stories for fun. The Creators were inspired.
They brought those imagined worlds into existence and send mortals into them as entertainment.
Humans are creatively chaotic.The Creators enjoy watching that chaos unfold."
"…Fair enough."
The Wheel of Fate
"Then let's begin," ROB declared.
The wheel began to spin.
Click—click—click—click—
Jujutsu Kaisen.
The slot machine whirred.
Then stopped.
Yuji Itadori — Sukuna's Vessel.
…My mind shattered.
Seriously?
The manga I was last obsessed with… and now I had to live in it?
Come on. Give me a break.
At least it wasn't Attack on Titan.Still—people die like flies in JJK.
And since I'm the protagonist, I only get one wish.
Yuji already has a monstrous body—something close to a Heavenly Restriction. A constitution engineered to contain Sukuna. The ability to consume cursed objects, cursed wombs, and gain cursed energy and techniques.
If I remove that, who knows what breaks.
And even worse—Kenjaku already sealed Sukuna's finger inside Yuji at birth. It was meant to activate later, alongside other reincarnated sorcerers.
So there's no escaping that fate.
I can't waste my wish undoing it—it would remove more advantages than it solves.
Think, dumbass. Think.
If only I had gotten Gojo.Limitless. Six Eyes.
…Wait.
Eyes.
He said the wish only had to be related.
I grinned.
The Wish
ROB raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you've made your decision."
"Yes," I said.
"I want my own innate technique—a dōjutsu.
A fusion of the Sharingan and the Jōgan.Make it at least Kekkei Mōra–level, if possible."
ROB whistled.
"Ohh, interesting. That's possible, since it relates to the Six Eyes.
But there are conditions:
It won't evolve into known forms like the Mangekyō Sharingan, Rinnegan, or Tenseigan—though it may possess unique abilities of its own.
An evolution path of its own may exist.
You might gain enlightenment… who knows.
You won't be able to activate it until you consume a cursed object or otherwise acquire cursed energy.
Your cursed energy will merge with your special body constitution, making you physically stronger than the original Yuji."
I nodded.
A superior Kekkei Mōra dōjutsu… perfect.
No guaranteed evolution was fine. Too much power ruins the struggle.
"So," ROB said, "what will you call it? Names give things meaning."
"Right…" I muttered.
"In Boruto, Jōgan means 'Pure Eye.'But this world is cursed, chaotic, and anything but pure.
Let's call it Shōgan."
"Good name," ROB said with a grin.
"One last question—will you replace Yuji, or fuse with him?"
"We'll be fused from birth," ROB replied."Your memories will return when you're ready."
"…Do I still have to be his vessel?"
"Yes. Your birth was designed for that purpose. The finger cannot be extracted.
That is an absolute point.It cannot be changed."
ROB stood and tipped his hat.
"Now… goodbye.
And try to survive until the end."