Empty ramen cups, scattered manga volumes, and three different monitors glowing with open Twitter tabs filled the small 1K room. Posters of Gojo Satoru, Sukuna, and a giant print of Sun Wukong from Journey to the West covered the walls. The air smelled like instant coffee and the faint ozone of a PC that had been running for too long.
It was 8:17 a.m., and someone was already deep into his morning routine.
"Alright, let's cook," he muttered, cracking his knuckles as he typed furiously on his keyboard.
SageScales
Thread: Why Gojo vs Sukuna was never a debate (Detailed Analysis + Feats + Domain Math)
He posted the thread on twitter and leaned back in his gaming chair, sipping his lukewarm coffee. The notifications exploded almost instantly.
Positive reactions came first:
@CursedOtaku69: Bro your scaling is insane as always
@TrueCursedEnergy: This is why you're my GOAT analyst 🔥
But the hate came even faster.
@GojoIsHim2025: "Never a debate" bro really wrote an entire essay just to cope 😂 Gojo mid-diffs Sukuna any day
@SixEyesSimp: SageScales is actually braindead. "Domain math" my ass. Gojo was holding back the entire fight
@StrongestSorcerer: This thread is actual copium. We true fans don't claim this fraud
@LimitlessGoat: @SageScales kys for this take
@GojoWife: Calling the fight "never a debate" when Gojo was literally the strongest until plot armor kicked in. Touch grass loser
@BlueHollowPurple: SageScales has been wrong about every single scaling. Certified Sukuna meat rider 😂
Ren laughed out loud as he scrolled through the replies, completely unbothered.
"These Gojo stans are going absolutely feral today," he muttered to himself, still grinning. "They really can't handle the truth. Yeah, Gojo was the strongest… arguably even stronger than Sukuna for most of that fight… but let's be real — Sukuna had plenty of other ways to bypass Infinity. He just chose not to use them. He wanted the challenge. He wanted to adapt, to evolve, and to overcome it with something new. The fight was never about survival for him. It was about growth. That's why it was never a real debate. Not because it wasn't close, but because their mindsets weren't even on the same level. You can't win a fight that deep just by being slightly stronger."
He spent the next twenty minutes replying to some of the more unhinged comments before getting ready for work.
He quickly got dressed in his Lawson uniform, grabbed his wallet and earphones, and headed out. On the train, he was still glued to his phone, replying to quotes and roasting the worst takes while hyping the final volume release.
"Today's the day," he whispered excitedly. The final volume of Jujutsu Kaisen was dropping in its physical gold foil edition. He had pre-ordered it months ago and taken the entire day off just to pick it up and devour it in one sitting at his favorite café.
Work was the usual blur. He scanned items, chatted with regulars, and spent his break arguing on Twitter why Gojo's defeat didn't mean he was never the strongest. His coworker Aoi shook her head at him again.
"You're really taking time off work for a comic book?"
"It's not a comic book," Ren replied seriously. "It's the conclusion of a generational masterpiece. This is history, Aoi-chan."
She laughed. "Nerd."
At exactly 4:30 p.m., the moment his shift ended, Ren sprinted out of the store. The bookstore was only fifteen minutes away if he ran full speed. His heart raced with pure excitement.
Gege, please cook. Don't fumble the ending after all these years—
He didn't even notice the crosswalk light had turned red.
HONK—!!
A large delivery truck slammed into him at full speed.
The impact was brutal and instant. Pain flared for less than a second… then everything went silent.
Ren opened his eyes to an endless expanse of pure white.
He patted himself down. No blood. No pain.
"…I'm dead. Holy shit. I actually got truck-kun'd."
A lazy chuckle echoed through the void.
"Yep. Classic ending for your type."
A man appeared, lounging on a floating golden beanbag. Messy silver hair, white yukata, tired eyes. He waved casually.
"Name's God. Or Bob. Whatever. Welcome to the pre-reincarnation lounge."
Ren blinked. "You're really God? You look like you just rage-quit after 300 failed gacha pulls."
God laughed. "And you are the guy who died daydreaming about a work of fiction. Funny how that works."
A floating screen appeared, replaying clips of Ren's life — especially the Twitter arguments and the flood of hate replies to his latest thread.
"You were entertaining," God said, amused. "Passionate. Loud. Quite amusing. So here's the deal."
God raised one finger.
"One wish. Choose wisely."
Ren didn't hesitate. His mind had been preparing for this moment for years.
"I wish for perfect mastery of Sun Wukong's power — the full Great Sage Equal to Heaven package. Turn it into a cursed technique and drop me into the Jujutsu Kaisen world."
God's smirk grew wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Bold. Very bold. You sure?"
"Absolutely."
God snapped his fingers. A wild, ancient golden energy flooded into Ren's body. For a moment, he felt the overwhelming presence of the Monkey King — chaotic, powerful, and free.
Then it settled.
God leaned back, still smirking.
"Wish granted. Good luck, kid. You're gonna need it."
"Wait, what do you—?"
The world spun violently. Everything went black.
Ren's last thought was filled with pure excitement:
Hell yeah. Time to become the Cursed Great Sage. Sukuna's about to get bodied.
...…
"Gahhh!"
Ren coughed blood. His hoodie was torn and soaked red. He managed to create a small burst of golden cursed energy that repelled the nearest curses, but the effort left him dizzy and breathless.
He staggered to his feet, staff trembling in his grip.
"This… this isn't what I wished for…" he gasped, grinning through the pain — not out of amusement, but burning anger. "God, you bastard… you really toyed with my words, didn't you?"
More curses surged forward. Sirens wailed in the distance.
"I'm fucked."