Sometimes, the very second after a transmigration, a person just knows what they've become.
"I transmigrated into… Mahito? From Jujutsu Kaisen?"
Like a nightmare finally ending — or like a lucid nightmare just beginning. The scent of cursed energy was utterly alien yet impossibly familiar. The cursed energy embryo, not yet fully housed in a body, was nothing more than a swirling chaos of raw power. And in this moment, the soul that had crossed over from another world awakened — and understood its own circumstances with an innate, bone-deep certainty.
— It had transmigrated into Mahito, from Jujutsu Kaisen.
Jujutsu Kaisen was an enormously popular manga and anime series back in her previous world — a classic, hot-blooded shonen story. The protagonist, Yuji Itadori, grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming a fully independent jujutsu sorcerer and saving the world alongside his comrades. In this world, "cursed energy" was a force born from human negative emotions. Monsters called "cursed spirits" roamed the earth, and those with powerful cursed energy could wield abilities akin to magic, known as "techniques."
And the character "Mahito" — he was a mid-arc villain in that story. A Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from humanity's fear and hatred of people themselves. The original Mahito possessed the ability to freely alter the souls of others — Idle Transfiguration — and by reshaping a soul, he could alter a person's very essence and physical form, molding flesh and spirit like clay.
His own included.
As demonstrated, right now.
The cursed energy embryo's soul began to stir, following pure instinct, using Idle Transfiguration to sculpt itself a body.
In the original timeline, Mahito would have used Idle Transfiguration to shape himself into a man with long blue hair and sutures stitched all across his body. But now — whether due to the transmigrator's personal aesthetic preferences, or something deeper acting beneath the surface — the body took shape according to the transmigrator's subconscious instincts, gradually molding itself into what she, in her heart of hearts, considered the most perfect form.
In short…
"Huh? Why do I look like this?" The blue-haired girl, who looked like she'd stepped out of an angel illustration, stared at her reflection and couldn't help pinching her own cheek. "Is this still Mahito?"
Yes. It was still Mahito.
As mentioned before, Mahito's power was the ability to freely alter body and soul. So no matter what form the body took — a sphere, a cat, anything at all — it had no bearing on the fundamental nature of Mahito's existence.
Mahito, at their core, had never had a fixed form.
It was just that this particular form was… a little too cute. A little too pretty.
…
Accurately speaking: extremely cute. Extremely pretty.
The girl in the mirror had fluffy blue hair as light and airy as wisps of smoke. Her skin was pale to the point of near-translucency, as if it had never once been touched by dust. Her lashes were long, and her eyes were the clear, warm amber of fine glass.
She wore a spotlessly white shift dress.
This was no cursed spirit. If someone claimed she was an angel descended from myth, people would believe it without question.
She tilted her head at the mirror, satisfied with her inspection, then pulled her gaze away and began to survey her surroundings.
This appeared to be a presidential suite in a high-end hotel.
The furnishings were opulent — clearly worth a fortune at a glance. But at this moment, seven or eight corpses were strewn haphazardly across those priceless carpets. The floor was stained black by some liquid. The curtains were drawn tight. On the table sat a candelabra, strange runes, and ritual implements of various shapes —
The scene of a summoning ritual.
And she was the cursed spirit that had been summoned.
Like something out of a cult gathering.
The girl lowered her eyes slightly, gazing at her outstretched hands, and contemplated her situation.
So I transmigrated into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, huh…
Logically speaking, transmigrating was something to be happy about. Especially transmigrating into the character of "Mahito" — Idle Transfiguration, the technique that touched and reshaped souls, ranked among the top few techniques in the entire Jujutsu Kaisen power system in terms of potential ceiling.
She should have been happy.
But she couldn't be.
Because she knew this character's ending all too well.
The original Mahito was a villain. He killed the protagonist Yuji's friends and teacher, committed countless atrocities that made readers despise him, and was ultimately defeated and killed by the protagonist mid-arc — to the immense satisfaction of readers everywhere. And on top of that, he was devoured by Kenjaku — the other villain boss readers affectionately called "Brain Flower" — and it turned out that being consumed had been part of Kenjaku's plan from the very beginning.
Think that's the end of it?
No. It wasn't.
This character's suffering could get so much worse.
Because this character had committed so many unforgivable acts that in the original story, the protagonist — having attained immortality — would personally hunt down Mahito and kill him again every single time Mahito reincarnated. Which meant that no matter how many times this character cycled through death and rebirth — ten thousand times, a million — there would never be a single moment of redemption.
Absolutely devastating.
Honestly, when she'd read that part of the manga back in the day, she'd only felt satisfied — because Mahito as a character was genuinely irredeemably wicked. But… when you were the one who'd transmigrated into that character, things looked a little different.
"Ugh…" The protagonist buried her face in her hands. "What am I supposed to do…"
She did not want to be cornered by the Tiger Emperor Itadori and slaughtered a million times over at some godforsaken spring!
Why couldn't I have transmigrated into anyone else?! Why did it have to be a character who gets tortured for eternity?! Of all the characters to land in, this is the absolute WORST one to transmigrate into!
No. She needed to calm down.
She gave her own cheeks a firm slap in the mirror.
This situation is not without a way out!
Thank goodness her past life had made her a Supreme Lord of Dramatic Lore. She had not only loved hauling spoilers and drama to her chat groups every single day, she had devoured every scrap of it herself — which meant that even as Jujutsu Kaisen's later arcs became increasingly abstract and chaotic, she hadn't missed a single chapter.
Knowing the plot is the same as being able to predict the future!
The me of right now isn't some ordinary Mahito — I'm Intelligence Mahito! I'm a Tieba Veteran playing Mahito on Manual Control!
HAHAHAHA, I always said people who love collecting dramatic lore will be rewarded someday! My reward is HERE!
"…Sigh."
The burst of internal hype had managed to pep her up for exactly three seconds. Then, just as quickly, she wilted back down. The reason was simple: changing how she died seemed manageable enough, but not dying at all seemed like an incredibly tall order.
Both the heroes and the villains had strong, compelling reasons to kill her.
This is so hard to survive, bro. It's genuinely so hard to survive.
But no matter how hard it was, she had to live. She refused to die. She would find a way — some path that led away from the ending where she was devoured and hunted through every reincarnation for eternity.
The girl mentally snapped her fingers, squared her shoulders, and let the light return to her eyes.
Knock knock.
But right at that moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Hm?"
She glanced toward the door, unbothered, and turned her attention back to her reflection — smoothing her appearance in the mirror with practiced calm.
Whoever was knocking was probably a hotel staff member who'd heard the noise from the cult ritual. Irrelevant. Humans couldn't see cursed spirits as a rule.
If a staff member walked in, they'd find a room full of inexplicable corpses — and they wouldn't see her at all.
But then, the door opened.
And a chill erupted across the girl's back, sharp and absolute.
Cursed energy.
Massive, fathomless cursed energy.
She spun around.
The figure in the doorway was tall. Long black hair pinned up in a bun. Dark-colored robes. An expression of casual, unhurried ease — as if he were simply dropping by a neighbor's place — as he surveyed the scene inside the room.
At the center of his forehead was a suture line.
Precise. Neat. As if a sewing machine had run a perfect stitch across his brow.
The girl's mind went completely blank.
…Kenjaku?
Why?
This person — who had wandered through countless host bodies across a thousand years, who had orchestrated every major event in the entirety of Jujutsu Kaisen from the shadows, who had used "Mahito" as a chess piece from start to finish and planned to devour her whole in the aftermath of the Shibuya Incident — was the single most unfathomable villain in the entire story.
What was he doing here?
The girl stood motionless before the mirror.
Just moments ago, she had been swearing to herself — full of conviction — that her foreknowledge gave her an advantage, that she would definitely find a way out. Now, there was only a single thought left in her head.
— We are so cooked.
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