[Tokyo — Port Area · Luxury Apartment]
Night descended over Tokyo.
Neon lights bled into the darkness, turning the city into a restless ocean of color.
At the very top floor of a luxury apartment complex, massive floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the bustling skyline like a mirror of stars.
This was Satoru Gojo's residence in this world.
Thanks to the system, his identity had been arranged flawlessly —
the young master of a wealthy Chinese financial group living alone in Japan.
Money? Unlimited.
Privacy? Absolute.
Trouble? None.
Perfect.
The moment he stepped inside, Gojo casually tossed his Teiko uniform onto the expensive leather sofa and flopped backward onto the carpet, arms and legs spread wide like a fallen starfish.
Only now…
did the tyrant from the court finally relax.
Yet—
he still didn't remove his sunglasses.
Even in total darkness, the Six Eyes flooded his brain with absurd amounts of information.
The wind brushing the windows.
Cars vibrating dozens of floors below.
Even the faint footsteps of a stray cat on the street.
Everything.
Clear.
Too clear.
"…What a noisy world."
He rubbed his temples, but the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
Annoyed—
yet thrilled.
Because right then—
Ding.
The long-awaited system notification sounded.
[Congratulations. Main Quest Completed: Join Teiko Middle School Basketball Club.]
[Mission Rating: S]
[Evaluation: Absolute domination. Psychological suppression achieved.]
[Reward distribution in progress…]
A warm current suddenly exploded from his chest.
It surged through every vein and nerve like liquid lightning.
This wasn't warmth.
It was evolution.
Cells reorganized.
Muscles compressed and strengthened.
Every mitochondrion seemed to scream with energy.
[Passive Skill Acquired: Cursed Energy Physique · Infinite Stamina]
[Effects:]
• Zero Energy Loss — No lactic acid accumulation. Fatigue instantly repaired
• Perpetual Motion — Body remains at peak condition as long as consciousness exists
• Effortless Breathing — High-intensity movement without respiratory strain
"…Infinite stamina?"
Gojo slowly sat up and clenched his fists.
Light.
His body felt unbelievably light.
No heaviness.
No soreness.
No limit.
Like he could sprint forever—
until the end of the world.
"…Let's test it."
Private Gym
He didn't bother with treadmills.
Too boring.
Instead, he walked to the multi-trainer machine.
Maximum load: 200 kg.
He slid the pin all the way down.
Then—
gripped the handle with one hand.
No warm-up.
No posture adjustment.
Just—
Press.
One.
Two.
Three.
…One hundred.
…Three hundred.
…Five hundred.
Ten minutes later—
Clack.
The weights dropped.
Gojo glanced at himself in the mirror.
His white T-shirt was still dry.
Not a drop of sweat.
His breathing steady, like he'd just finished afternoon tea.
Five hundred one-arm presses at 200 kilograms.
Anyone else's arm would be destroyed.
He felt…
nothing.
Just mildly stretched.
"…So I'm basically a perpetual motion machine now."
His azure eyes gleamed faintly.
On a basketball court, stamina was the ultimate limiter.
Aomine's Zone had a time limit.
Kise's Perfect Copy had a time limit.
But him?
No cooldown.
No exhaustion.
No ceiling.
He could sprint at full speed for forty minutes straight.
Jump every possession.
Attack endlessly.
"…This is what true invincibility feels like."
He grinned.
Then—
Grrrrrrr…
His stomach growled.
"…Ah."
Right.
The Six Eyes burned brainpower like crazy.
Which meant—
sugar.
Lots of sugar.
"…I want something sweet."
He licked his lips.
One name immediately surfaced.
"Kikufuku. Edamame fresh cream flavor."
A habit from another life.
Impossible to quit.
He grabbed a black trench coat, slipped on his shoes, adjusted his sunglasses—
and headed out.
[Convenience Store — 9:00 PM]
Cold air greeted him as the doors slid open.
Gojo hummed lazily, hands in his pockets, strolling straight to the dessert section.
His eyes scanned the shelves.
Then—
"There you are."
Top shelf.
Last box.
Sendai specialty.
Edamame Fresh Cream Kikufuku.
He smiled.
"Lucky me."
His fingers reached out—
And—
A massive hand suddenly entered from the other side.
Huge.
Shadow-casting.
Like a bear paw.
Both hands stopped.
Less than one centimeter from the box.
Gojo raised an eyebrow.
Slowly turned his head.
"…Huh."
Standing beside him was—
a mountain.
Overwhelming size.
Broad shoulders.
Loose purple hair.
Half-lidded sleepy eyes.
Chewing an umaibo like he might fall asleep mid-bite.
Murasakibara Atsushi.
One of Teiko's monsters.
"…Ah…"
Murasakibara stared at the box lazily.
Then at Gojo.
"That one's mine."
His voice dragged like melted candy.
"I wanna eat it. So… move?"
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Gojo smiled.
Instead of pulling back—
he hovered his hand directly over the dessert.
Leisurely.
Provocative.
"What if I say no?"
He tilted his head.
"Does your name happen to be written on it?"
"First come, first served."
"Even kids know that rule… big guy."
The air instantly froze.
The convenience store clerk had already retreated behind the counter.
He peeked out with trembling eyes.
The air between the two customers felt so heavy it was hard to breathe.
Like two wild animals had wandered into the store.
And only one would walk out satisfied.
Crunch.
Murasakibara slowly chewed the last piece of his umaibo.
The lazy look in his eyes faded.
Something colder surfaced.
"I really hate… disobedient people."
His voice dropped, dull and childish—
yet strangely cruel.
"If you don't move…"
"I'll crush you."
Without warning—
his enormous palm came down.
No technique.
No finesse.
Just pure, overwhelming strength.
A simple swat.
But if that hit an ordinary person's hand, the bones would shatter instantly.
Gojo didn't dodge.
Didn't even blink.
[Limitless · Automatic Defense]
Buzz—
A strange distortion rippled through the air.
Murasakibara's palm stopped.
One centimeter away.
Like it had slammed into invisible glass.
"…Huh?"
He pushed harder.
Muscles bulged. Veins surfaced.
Nothing moved.
No matter how much strength he used—
that final centimeter might as well have been infinity.
"…What is this?"
His sleepy eyes finally opened fully.
"Why can't I touch you…?"
"Because you're too weak."
Gojo answered casually.
Like stating the weather.
With two fingers, he gently pinched the box of kikufuku—
and pulled it away.
Effortlessly.
"As long as I don't allow it, nothing touches me."
He smiled faintly.
"This is called Limitless."
He lightly shook the dessert in front of Murasakibara.
"The distance between you and me."
"No matter how strong you get… you'll never cross it."
Murasakibara froze.
For the first time in his life—
strength didn't work.
On the court, he crushed everything.
But right now?
He couldn't even touch air.
"…Are you using black magic or something?" he muttered.
"Cursed technique," Gojo said, already tearing open the packaging.
"Close enough."
He took a bite.
Soft mochi. Sweet cream. Rich edamame paste.
His eyes curved happily.
"Mmm… so good."
Then he added lazily,
"Food tastes better when you steal it."
"…!"
Murasakibara stared at the dessert.
His stomach betrayed him.
Grrrrr—
The sound was embarrassingly loud.
"Give it back…"
He stepped forward like a debt collector.
Huge shadow swallowing Gojo.
"Or I'll crush you here."
"…You're kinda repetitive, you know that?"
Gojo sighed.
Then—
the air changed.
Whoosh—
An invisible pressure spread out.
The store lights flickered slightly.
The temperature dropped.
It wasn't strength.
It wasn't size.
It was presence.
The instinctive fear animals feel when facing something higher on the food chain.
Murasakibara's pupils shrank.
His body stiffened before his brain even reacted.
Danger.
Extreme danger.
This guy—
wasn't human.
Gojo lightly pressed one finger against Murasakibara's chest.
No force.
Yet it felt like a gun barrel.
"Want the snack?"
He pointed at the Teiko emblem on his uniform.
"Come get it at the basketball club."
"…Teiko?"
"First String."
"Satoru Gojo."
He popped the remaining half of the kikufuku into his mouth.
"Although honestly… you probably can't beat me there either."
"Still better than bullying desserts like a giant baby."
Then he turned—
hands in pockets—
and walked to the counter to pay.
Like nothing had happened.
Like this wasn't even worth remembering.
Murasakibara stood there silently.
Umaibo wrapper crumpling in his fist.
His lazy eyes slowly sharpened.
Not hunger.
Not annoyance.
Something new.
Something burning.
"…Satoru Gojo…"
He murmured the name.
"You stole my snack…"
"…I'll crush you."
"Absolutely."
[Outside the Store]
Receipt in hand, Gojo strolled out cheerfully.
Ding—
The system panel appeared.
[Hidden Achievement Triggered: The Foodie's Grievance]
[Reward: Skill Fragment Unlocked — Hollow Technique: Purple (5%)]
"Oh?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow.
"Bonus loot. Nice."
Murasakibara's talent was pure destruction.
If he completely broke that lazy giant's pride on the court…
The reward would probably be ridiculous.
"Infinite stamina… Limitless… and Purple in progress…"
He looked up at the moon.
Azure eyes glowing faintly behind the lenses.
"Tomorrow's practice should be fun."
"Akashi's schemes. Aomine's challenge. That snack thief's revenge…"
He grinned.
"Come at me."
"After all—"
"The strongest should at least have some entertainment."
The night wind lifted his coat as he walked away.
Relaxed.
Unbothered.
Like the world itself wasn't worth taking seriously.