I stared at the slots for a moment, then closed my eyes.
Hmmm...
Okay. Let's think about this. First of all—and I really should have processed this earlier—I was being transported into a fictional realm.
A fictional realm created by someone from my original realm.
Did that mean everything I'd ever read, ever watched, ever dreamed about was real somewhere? Some corner of the multiverse where stories didn't stay stories? Or was this just some elaborate, hyper-realistic dream cooked up by my dying brain as I was being digested by a lion in the Amazon?
I considered both possibilities. Settled on: doesn't matter. Whether this was real or a dream, I was here, and I was going to make the most of it.
Either way, I definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity to crack Miwa—I mean beat the shit out of Mahito before Yuji ever gets the chance to. Priorities.
"With that being said..." I rubbed my temples, feeling the familiar itch of problem-solving beginning in the back of my skull. "What should I wish for? Since it has to be in the power scaling of the realm, I probably can't wish for reality bending powers. No omnipotence, no instant win buttons. Has to be things that could exist in Jujutsu Kaisen, even if they don't."
I started pacing. Or the void equivalent of pacing, which was basically just floating in agitated circles. My thoughts began to sharpen, the fog of existential confusion clearing as my brain latched onto something it understood.
And then it started.
That familiar sense of 'flow'—the one that used to hit me during fight prep, when I'd watch hours of footage and suddenly see the patterns, the openings, the counters. The one that appeared during strategy sessions when everyone else was throwing out ideas and I'd sit quietly until everything clicked together and I'd say something that made the coach look at me like I'd grown a second head.
It makes sense, given I was evaluated with an IQ of 167 on Earth. I never really bought that—IQ tests measure how good you are at taking IQ tests, not how smart you actually are—but something in my brain worked fast when it mattered. And right now, with six wishes and an entire power system to exploit, it definitely mattered.
I let the flow take me.
Okay. Let's build this from the ground up.
First: what's the win condition? The creature said "become the strongest in each realm." Not just compete. Not just survive. Be the strongest. That means I need to surpass everyone in this era—every sorcerer, every curse, every special grade threat. Including Gojo. Including Sukuna at full power. Including even Itadori Yuji and Dabura in modulo.
Second: what tools does the realm provide? Cursed energy manipulation. Cursed techniques. Domains. Binding vows. Physical reinforcement. All of these exist within the system. All of these are fair game.
Third: what are the limitations? The wishes have to stay within the power system. No breaking the rules, no introducing elements that don't exist. But the system is flexible—at least, I would hope so.
Fourth: what's the angle?
I stopped pacing(?) and suddenly realized something.
The angle was obvious. The angle had always been obvious.
"Alright," I said to the empty void, my voice steadier now. "I've got it."
I listed them out loud, watching each one appear in the interface as I spoke.
First Wish: Cursed Technique Creation
"Allows the user to create a pre-existing or custom cursed technique. If the user decides to create and use a pre-existing cursed technique, their cursed energy is wiped out for a month, alongside a significant, torturous pain throughout their mind, body, and soul within that month. However, if the user decides to create a custom cursed technique, they are faced with the same penalty as the minimum exchange, extending the duration depending on the power of the cursed technique. The user is also granted the mental capacity to hold a nigh-infinite amount of cursed techniques without experiencing a complete mental breakdown."
I paused, running through the wording in my head. The penalty clause was important—I'd seen enough isekai to know that trying to cheat the system without offering something in return was a great way to get smited. A month of agony for a pre-existing technique. Longer for custom ones, scaling with power. Fair exchange. No loopholes.
The mental capacity clause was the real key, though. A thousand techniques wouldn't mean anything if they shattered my brain the moment I tried to hold them all.
Second Wish: Six Eyes
"Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes. The ability to perceive cursed energy on a molecular level, process infinite information, and reduce cursed energy consumption to near-zero."
Third Wish: Sukuna's Cursed Energy Reserves
"Sukuna's reserves, exactly as they were at his peak."
Fourth Wish: Heian Sukuna's Physical Body
"Specifically the massive stature, four arms, four eyes, two mouths, and ridiculous physical power and capabilities as well as the durability, the strength, the sensory advantages, and the ability to chant while fighting."
Fifth Wish: Yuji Itadori's Enhanced Special Attributes
"Specifically the power of being a vessel designed by Kenjaku, consuming ALL of Sukuna's fingers—not just fifteen—as well as consuming all death paintings without actually being a vessel and consuming Sukuna's fingers and death paintings. I want the physical reinforcement, the cursed energy manipulation, the immortality, and the soul mastery."
Sixth Wish: Sukuna's Genius
"Specifically his battle IQ, even without the experiences and memories of fighting in the Heian Era. This also includes Sukuna's adaptability, his mastery and talent in sorcery, his dark humor, and his absolute confidence WITHOUT altering my own personality. Simply an addition to my already existing intelligence and personality."
I finished listing, staring at the interface as each wish populated in its slot. Six lines of text, each one representing something that should have been impossible for a single sorcerer to possess.
Phew...
Yeah, I think that looks good.
I ran through the potential issues one more time. The cursed technique creation was the riskiest—the penalties were steep, but they were fair, and that was the point. A binding vow only worked if both sides got something. Similarly, I was offering a month of agony for each technique, scaling with power if the technique didn't exist in the original verse.
I was worried that such an overpowered cursed technique would have ridiculous penalties if I didn't properly state satisfactory penalties myself. But I'd been specific. Detailed. The system couldn't claim I was trying to cheat if I'd laid out the cost upfront.
As for the dark humor and absolute confidence...
That's a little something for later.
The interface flickered as I hit the mental equivalent of an enter key.
"Evaluating..."
I fucking knew it.
Of course there was an evaluation process. The cosmic lottery might have doubled my wishes, but that didn't mean I could just wish for whatever I wanted without the system checking my math.
I stared at the word, watching for any change. A flicker of red. A loading bar. Anything.
Come on, come on…! I played by the rules. I included penalties. I kept everything within the power system. No reality warping, no omnipotence, nothing that doesn't align with the Jujutsu Kaisen verse. The Six Eyes exist. Sukuna's body exists. Yuji's vessel nature exists. The cursed technique is unprecedented, but the restriction balances it. This should work. This has to work.
The silence stretched. In the void, with no markers of time, every second felt like an hour. I found myself doing something I hadn't done since I was a child, kneeling in a shrine my grandmother had dragged me to, pretending to pray while I thought about dinner.
God, Buddha, or whoever's up there, please bless me this one time...!
I wasn't religious. Hadn't been for years. But right now, with everything I'd ever wanted hovering just out of reach, I was willing to hedge my bets.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Approved."
The word blazed gold across the interface, and I—
"HELL YES!"
I punched the air. I would have punched something, but the void had nothing to offer, so I settled for pumping both fists like I'd just won a championship fight I'd been training for my whole life.
"I swear I could kiss you right now," I told the interface. It didn't respond, which was probably for the best.
The gold light spread from the interface, bleeding into the darkness around me, and I felt something shift. The void wasn't empty anymore. It was charged, humming with a potential that made my teeth ache and my skin prickle. The interface dissolved into particles of light, each one carrying a wish with it, and they began to orbit me like a miniature galaxy.
Six wishes. Six lights. Six pieces of a new self.
And then the lights entered me.
There's no good way to describe what happened next. It wasn't pain—I'd felt pain, real pain, the kind that comes from a lion's jaws closing around your ribs—and this wasn't that. It was something else. Something deeper.
I felt myself ripping apart, molecule by molecule, atom by atom. But somehow, strangely, there was no pain. Just a sense of unmaking, of being taken apart with the kind of care that a master craftsman uses when restoring something precious. The lights worked through me, finding the spaces where new things could fit, carving out rooms for abilities that no single human was ever meant to hold.
Through it all, I saw faces.
My mother's face, crinkled in laughter at something my father had said, her hand reaching out to squeeze mine across the dinner table.
My father's face, stern and proud, watching me from the corner of the ring during my first amateur fight, his arms crossed but his eyes never blinking.
Kenshin's face—my little brother, barely five years old, clinging to my leg and demanding I tell him another story before bed, his eyes wide with the kind of wonder that only children have.
They were there, somehow. Floating in the void with me, or maybe floating in my memories, or maybe there wasn't a difference anymore. My mom and dad smiled at me, the way they always had, and between them stood my little brother, his height barely reaching up to their knees, waving at me with the kind of excited energy that made him trip over his own feet.
Mom... Dad... Kenshin...
"I miss you."