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[NSFW] - A Game of Unlimited Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen/Chainsaw Man/Multicross Gamer SI)

Chapter 4
"I had a plan when I left my fingers to the world. I knew, eventually, that the right person would come along to consume it. When that time came, I would be reborn in an age where I would be free to do whatever I wanted." Sukuna stated, ignoring my pained scream.
Growling, Sukuna's killing intent became near suffocating; it tore through my pain, where my scream died down not due to my pain tolerance, but due to my body instinctually demanding itself to shut up in order to survive. "But instead of waking up to freedom, I find myself a pawn of this 'Game'. Tell me, brats, at whose feet should I put the blame for my current predicament?"
Leaning forward from his throne, Sukuna pointed at me.
"Is it you? Or… is it you?"
Then he pointed at Yuji—though he was uninjured, with how severe his trembling was, Yuji was arguably still in a worse condition than I was. He would not be able to handle Sukuna's mere attention—his body was already shutting down from fear, and in this place, fainting into its depths would be worse than a death sentence.
Gritting through my pain, I yelled out to the curse I had left out.
"Busujima!!!"
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My curse didn't respond. Did Sukuna somehow reduce my connection?
"… Are you perhaps talking about this thing?" Looking back to Sukuna, I saw that he had lifted his right hand.
Within his right palm was Busujima's head, and only Busujima's head.
There had been no fight, no sign of resistance from Busujima; he was on par with a special grade curse, and yet he had already been defeated. Even with how prideful the spirit was, it couldn't even muster a retort in defiance of its current pitiful state.
Holding it up in the air, as if showing off a new hunting trophy, Sukuna began inspecting it. I would have recalled Busujima—as long as a part of them and their cursed energy remained, my cursed spirit would not yet be permanently erased—but I needed to risk it a bit longer for the sake of my recovery.
Sukuna's eyebrows rose, I could sense it, Busujima's passive technique was still on. "So even now, you can still harm me, cursed spirit." Sukuna spoke, humming in thought. "Interesting, it's not the effects of a corrosive aura."
He and I both noticed small ripples spreading throughout the water around us. Sukuna smiled sinisterly. "I see, so it's a cause-and-effect reversal phenomenon that targets the soul." The glint within his eyes became dark, resuming the offended look he had directed towards me and Yuji. "How presumptuous of you, to think you can touch my soul, cursed spirit." As Sukuna snarled, I could sense his intent.
"Busujima, return!" I shouted, before Sukuna could finish Busijima off. Immediately, my cursed spirit vanished from Sukuna's hand, returning to my soul.
Busujima is gravely injured!
It will take 3 days, 16 hours, 52 seconds for him to recover fully. During this time, you cannot summon him; use his cursed techniques; or summon his cursed weapons.
At my command, Sukuna returned his gaze to me.
"Oh, so you're that cursed spirit's master? It seems even in this age, jujutsu sorcerers still have some promise." His gaze had become just a tad bit less harsh, a faint hint of amusement shining through. It seems I had been upgraded from a worm to a new toy that was easy to break.
It was unwise to keep delaying; I had been conditioned to prepare trump cards for situations like these. But I looked towards Yuji—I didn't count on him being included in the Game's penalty.
Despite my Binding Vow, using that thing would only be a last resort. I could stomach the heaven-induced penalty if I didn't use it; but I didn't know how Yuji would fare with the repercussions of using that thing. So, in my attempt to negotiate, I needed to bring Sukuna up to speed.
"We're also pawns in this 'Game'. But if you kill us, you'll always remain trapped under it. If you work with—"
"I don't care." Stopping, I looked at him stunned. Sukuna smiled venomously, he seemed to know that I had a speech prepared.
"I don't need to explain myself to you. I don't need to negotiate with worms that I'm about to stomp. Understand?"
I had always expected that I'd cross paths with someone as terrifying as Sukuna, sooner than I'd like. It would be foolish to have expectations that I could successfully negotiate with or at least muster up the effort and skills to put on an epic, useless last stand like Jogo.
I looked towards Yuji again. With each passing moment in Sukuna's soul, Yuji's would be trapped… It didn't matter… it didn't matter… it didn't matter…. It didn't matter…
I laughed hysterically.
Losing all sense of rationality and self-preservation, I rolled around on the water, losing sight of both Sukuna and Yuji. I didn't care what would happen to them next—in order to survive, in order to have the right mindset to pull off what I was about to pull without going mad, ironically—I couldn't care.
"Have you lost your nerve, worm, because you've realised your fate? Get up; didn't you say to the other worm, that you should at least fight before you give up? Come on, fight then! Amuse me at least, before I send you back to oblivion."
I didn't stop at his prompting and oddly enough, he didn't seem to take offence at that, considering I was still alive. But eventually, I stopped on my back, panting from both my physical pain and my laughter.
It was nice to be free of worries.
"You really do have the disposition of a King, Sukuna." I murmured.
Sukuna didn't respond to my remark. He simply gave a condescending look, silently telling me that flattery would get me nowhere. But I wasn't trying or going to flatter him.
"But, that title was given to you by a bunch of ignorant monkeys." My deluded, carefree smile had vanished—an intense, hateful look was now directed at Sukuna.
"Oh?" He replied, amused at the sudden bite I was displaying—undoubtedly to him, I was only barking toothlessly.
"You don't care about us worms. If you ever came back to our world, you'd go on a slaughter, confident that nothing could stand in your way. But, humanity's grown so much since your time."
Sukuna guffawed, nearly matching the manic energy of my earlier episode.
"Oh, are you going to show me how much you jujutsu sorcerers have grown? Still got an ace up your sleeve? A suicide technique, perhaps?" Sukuna laughed even louder. "Very well, show me then!"
I scoffed. Though my action was near silent, Sukuna had clearly heard it, his laughter abruptly stopped and his eyebrows rose up.
"You jujutsu sorcerers are so one-dimensional. That's all you people can think about, techniques—who's waving around the bigger stick, and whether that stick can harm you." I critiqued.
I lifted my upper body off the water, sitting in an L-position, sighing.
"Humanity has grown so much…" I began elaborating on my previous statement. "There's been so much advancement in technology, ideology, imagination, knowledge… so much, too much—to the point where it's grown beyond our control."
My cursed energy flared, but not to anywhere near the point where my energy alone could threaten Sukuna.
"We've created bombs that can destroy cities. We've waged wars and survived plagues that have killed millions." I spread my hands out and up to the dark sky; a book had plopped into the middle of my lap in the middle of my rant. "We've become way too familiar with the concept of death and destruction, so much so that we've somehow rationalised the fact that we're living on a planet that's quickly dying for our sins, and we no longer collectively mourn that billions of lives could die in the next century."
I smirked at Sukuna. I remembered the pain he had inflicted on me, but that did not mean I was scared of him. So if he wasn't going to play nice, I was going to continue shit-talking him.
"They call you the king of curses. But for what? Because you slaughtered a few thousand, a few hundred thousand in your prime? Because a bunch of people in an isolated, backwards society called you that? Jujutsu sorcerers don't speak for humanity, and if humanity ever learned of your existence, sure, they'd fear you, they'd despise you." My smirk grew a cocky edge, Sukuna growled at that, but something stilled his retribution—he was looking at the book on my lap, dare I say, with a hint of trepidation.
"But they'd move on. You'd be yesterday's news. Because you're just one man, and in this era, humanity has long grown past the point where they'd be rendered helpless by any one man."
Preparing myself mentally, I grabbed the edge of the book and held it up for Sukuna to see.
Unlike last time, in this state of heightened tension, I could sense the slash from Sukuna come my way.
Six black arms formed in the air around me, shielding me. Sukuna's slash technique cut down three arms to my left, but I remained unscathed and focused on my finger that had dug deep into the book, spreading apart the pages.
"That is our greatest curse, Sukuna… we humans know too much." And there were bigger things to worry about than Sukuna.
Necronomicon, the Curse of Forbidden Knowledge (Level ?)
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I opened the cursed book to page 5, as per my Vow, awakening the curse and that which rested within its pages.
And I prayed for the best, for me and Yuji, and even Sukuna. For a condition needed to be met in order for this nightmare I had unleashed to end.
I closed my eyes, but I knew that would not protect me. For even in my imagination, and before my consciousness was dragged back into the abyss, all I could remember seeing was the inhuman, yellow ringed eyes of a red-haired woman sitting patiently within the throne room of an abandoned castle.
I remember seeing her smile at me, before I saw the large shadows looming all around us and outside the castle.
Sukuna and Yuji were gone. The sea and the bones were gone.
Five stone statues surrounded me.
I turned to gain a better understanding of my surroundings. I remembered this castle, it was where I first met… I stilled.
Ten stone statues surrounded me. The lit candles within the castle blew off. One of them looked at me; it turned its head, creaking and cracking, to look at me. Its eyes were not stone; it smiled at me, as an orgy of numerous eyes—human, animal and alien all at the same time—threatened to explode out of the two holes in the statue's head.
I backed away from it, before my back collided with something.
I turned, only to see a skeletal, robed lady holding a bell. She rung it, and then the statues started inching closer. Then the windows of this castle room became covered by salivating, giant ravens.
They would dissect me, and drag me before their great masters.
I could not move, my Vow leaving me vulnerable to the Great Nightmare. But before the oncoming onslaught of random monstrosities came upon me, I heard the amused echoing words of the red-haired woman sitting on the castle's throne—she was simply watching my predicament.
"Even when you know you shouldn't, even when you know you can't, you still can't resist it, can you? Your desire to control the unknowable. That's why, no matter how much you fear me, you'll always come back to me."
As the unknown consumed me, as I once again became part of another game played by monstrosities—their eyes unravelling me, deciding my worth—I felt a warm cheek slide next to mine, and heard the honeyed poison—I refused to name it—pretending to be my salvation.
"I love that about you, Leon."
?, Curse of Control: +1 affection
XXXXX-Sukuna POV-XXXXX
In his path of bloodshed to uncover the secrets of the soul, Sukuna had thought himself a leading expert.
But as he watched the strange foreigner suddenly disappear from the grasp of his soul, for the first time in a long while, his faith in his own abilities and understanding had been shaken.
For his soul, which had been tempered by his forbidden knowledge, was no longer his own. He had never lost control of his soul.
And yet there they were—those disgusting eyes. No matter how much he willed it, they did not disappear from his sky. They were judging him, in a way that no human could.
He heard a sound coming from the pile of bones beneath him. Some of them rustled and bounced off the pile as the rumbling intensified—something was coming closer to his throne.
Two long, monstrous arms popped out of the pile of bones, to his left and right. Their six-fingered hands closed in on him, intent on trapping him with their grasp.
The space around these two limbs distorted, and before they could even touch him, dozens of cuts had completely dismembered them.
When he looked down again to confirm where these limbs had originated from, just beneath the surface of the sea of his soul, he saw a gigantic head that almost resembled a delicacy of the brain he had once consumed.
That resemblance ended upon seeing the many hollow, black eyes spread across the face, and the spider-like body it was attached to.
Interesting. How interesting.
This thing that had now invaded his soul—undoubtedly released from that stranger's book—began stirring, the watery surface around it rippling, indicating that it was planning to make another move against him.
Despite his confusion, he smiled hungrily.
A monstrous abomination of a shrine formed behind him, its edges jagged and the centre of the structure displaying rows of teeth that were separated to reveal a spine-chilling abyss, as if the doors of hell itself had opened.
When five more limbs emerged from his water, heading straight towards him; when his blood red skies distorted to a mesmerising starry night, tinged with strands of the Milky Way and hailed by balls of pure starlight, filled with ill intent towards him; he responded with an onslaught of space-rendering slashes.
Throughout the vastness of his soul, that which was alien to it—the starry sky, the monsters, the light, the eyes—was bombarded by the sharp expression of Sukuna's overwhelming might—the chilling, ominous silence broken by the constant sound of what seemed like a master chef slicing up ingredients on his chopping board—as if declaring and reaffirming that he was the master of this domain.
And as he willed this onslaught to take place, and looked down unflinchingly towards the empty eyes of the monster he would banish, a prominent thought took place within his mind.
It seemed this age would be worth savouring, after all.
[Error Event Altering Error]
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Sukuna had lived two lives as a human.
His first life had been normal—although he had certainly been blessed to achieve great things. He slept, he learned and he vanquished curses like any other jujutsu sorcerer.
It was only during his second life, the second half of his journey, when things became strange.
"You're eating too much meat, and the same kind of meat at that, Master Sukuna. Even a diet like yours needs some variety." A white haired female monk criticized.
Sukuna was at a table… yes, he was at a table—wasn't he just doing something else?
He looked around and inspected the dining room he was in. Uraume was finishing up her preparations of his meal; she was still familiarising with the new kitchen they had acquired—for this place was not theirs.
This kitchen and dining room were one of the finest in the lands, for they were a part of General Masataka's castle—the residence which Sukuna had just conquered. The halls of the abode were still stained with the blood and carcasses of the men, women and children it had once housed—but the dining room, and any other he would partake in, remained spotless, for it was the place of his sacred rituals.
Yes, yes, that was right. He wouldn't be doing anything else before he ate, now, would he?
"Uraume, you're not usually this slow." He stated, watching her cook. She only smiled, knowing he wasn't just talking about the lack of familiarity with this place.
"It's due to the variety I am preparing for you, Master Sukuna. Wait. I'll show you." Taking a plate out of the cabinet, Uraume began plating the food she had cooked—despite her criticism, this new dish of hers still looked meaty.
Sukuna closed his eyes, propping up his right elbow, and rested his cheek against his right palm. Life was much more enjoyable when you didn't allow fear of the unknown to limit you—his diet had simply changed to reflect that; if Uraume disagreed, no matter how skilful she was, he'd have to find another chef.
Hearing the sound of the plate colliding against the wooden table, he opened his eyes and breathed deeply through his nostrils.
The scent was off.
"What is this?" Considering his tastes, he was not a picky eater—he was open to expanding his horizons. But upon seeing and smelling the food in front of him, he knew something was…'special' about it.
He was not detecting any oddities literally; Uraume had done a fine job washing away the foul odor with milk and spices. It was his sixth sense that was provoking his inner thoughts.
The dish's main ingredient looked like an umbilical cord, only black and much more substantial than a human's.
"I will be very displeased with you, Uraume, if this is all you have prepared." He looked towards the kitchen again, noting the other cooking pots and pans Uraume had left untouched when she began assembling this dish.
"Don't worry, Master Sukuna. General Masataka and Head Monk Ongonishi will be waiting for you after you finish this entrée." She replied. But it was only after seeing this dish, did he notice something off about her.
He looked at Uraume for a long, awkward while, judging. She simply stayed tall, confident. Her smile, though it had lost any small shred of humanity's warmth soon after joining him on his journey, when did it become so 'alien'?
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Alright, he would play 'her' game, for now.
"You didn't answer my question, 'Uraume'."
"It's a dish I came up with in my 'dream'." She replied, as he looked into her eyes. "I went into the forest nearby, and I came upon a strange beast. I wanted to cook it for you, so I—"
Her explanation stopped, for her head had been cut off. Space distorted and the walls of the dining room had been cleaved in half, separating the woman's head from her body. Unbothered by restraint, he didn't care that his technique had also cut through the walls of the many nearby rooms in the castle—the destruction causing the massive building to groan and rumble.
"Do you take me for a fool, imposter?" He stated to the head impersonating Uraume's, as it rolled on the floor. It was still alive; its smile remained, but became more lifeless—giving up its poor pretence of imitating human emotions.
He glared at it. "I can tolerate your illusions. I can tolerate your ambitions for this illusion. But don't presume that you can survive for lying to me, especially with such a flimsy excuse."
"Speak truthfully. What is this?" He demanded, poking at the cord-like meal with his chopsticks.
The beheaded imposter did not speak for a while. But eventually, it opened its mouth—but humans words did not come out.
? ?a?t ?? c??? ??? ?? child.
It was a jarring language, but soul-touchingly profound and beautiful in complexity.
Nevertheless, somehow, he understood glimpses of its message—and that his current actions were still uncharacteristic—for by this time, he should have broken this space down to nothingness. Curiosity had never overwhelmed his senses like this, which screamed that he was in mortal danger.
The ocular jujutsu he had 'obtained' had completely failed to understand the contents of the plate in front of him. It had never failed him before—it was part of the reason for his great understanding of sorcery. He could only instinctually guess the true nature of the thing before him.
His mind moved rapidly; the fog from it was lifting. He was re-remembering the presence of the 'Game', as it re-awakened him for an 'event'; he remembered the boy and how he summoned the book, with resigned acceptance.
The boy had been expecting this—which meant that he was dealing with situations of this nature regularly.
He smiled viciously, repeating and reaffirming his earlier thoughts regarding the boy.
Fascinating. How utterly fascinating.
Making up his mind, he turned to the head daringly and spoke, "Alright, abomination. I'll tag along with this 'Game'."
Grabbing the cord-like meal with his fingers, he consumed it whole. Disgusting, to his tastes; but frighteningly beautiful, to his soul.
Grinning at the metamorphosis he was experiencing within, his eyes never left the head impersonating Uraume. "Show me, abomination. Show me the truth of this world."
He wanted so see the world through that boy's eyes.
For in this life, he had long since discarded the fear of the unknown.
And so, in a different space and time entirely, the target of Sukuna's undivided attention would later receive a notice. Though it would save him temporarily from his predicament, nonetheless, the notice would send chills down his spine.
Sukuna has accepted Necronomicon's contract. Sukuna is now in the queue to enter [The Nightmare].
The Game will soon be altering Leon Bolt's Party to account for this new element.
Contracted Participant(s): Futaba Sakura, Leon Bolt (Queued), Sukuna (Queued)
Waiting for Participant(s): Yuji Itadori
Eventually, the latter list would become empty.
Sukuna's domain would fade, allowing the normal world to return.
Two boys would reappear, lying unconscious on the grass, seemingly unharmed from the curses they had witnessed.
But what had transpired was not gone, it had only been delayed. For Leon Bolt had only introduced the prologue of this world's Nightmare—its true hosts were still waiting.
And as if to mark the occasion, though the Gamer would miss it due to his state of disability, an ominous notice popped up.
You have formed a new bond.
Friendship: 15/100 (Exotic Delicacy)
Due to your new bond with Sukuna, your affinity for curses related to [Cannibals] has increased.
[Curse Creation] list has updated. Error Special Event Error. Glitch detected. Glitch will not be removed.
New curse added: Sukuna
New curse created: Sukuna
Hoped you enjoyed.
Short chapter this week, but I think it setups a lot. Was focused on my work, but was also reviving an old story I had written ages ago. It'll be a longer chapter (and a new story) next week.
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