Chapter 83 : Fucked Up.
Looking at the female version of Gojo, Mark could only stare in confusion.
Umm... why did the male become female? Where the hell did the original Gojo go?
"Wow... you really have the Six Eyes... and Infinity?" Gojo leaned closer, tilting her head while carefully studying his eyes.
The moment she looked into them, she was certain. Those were definitely the Six Eyes.
Her curiosity only grew. The Six Eyes were an innate trait unique to the Gojo Clan, appearing only once every few centuries.
The Limitless Cursed Technique itself was already exceptionally rare, and for both to exist in the same person was considered an extraordinary event even within the clan.
Yet the man standing before her possessed both, and she had never seen him before in her life.
"Okay... who exactly are you?" she asked, unable to hide her curiosity.
Mark instinctively took half a step back and raised both hands. "Time out. I need some space."
"Umm... may I leave?" Yuji asked innocently.
Gojo smiled. "Oh no, you’re not leaving. You’re the rarest find I’ve had in years. How could I possibly let you go?"
Before Yuji could react, she was already standing in front of him. She gently tapped his forehead with a finger.
"Huh...?"
Yuji’s vision blurred. His legs gave out and he collapsed onto the ground unconscious.
Gojo turned toward Megumi. "Megumi, carry him."
Megumi looked down at Yuji and let out a quiet sigh. He genuinely felt sorry for him. Only a few hours ago, Yuji had been an ordinary high school student.
Now everything had changed. After swallowing an S-Class Cursed Object and surviving, he had become something unprecedented.
There was no going back to a normal life. The higher-ups would never allow it.
As far as Jujutsu Society was concerned, someone who had become Sukuna’s vessel was too dangerous to be left alive.
Unless something changed, Yuji’s fate had already been decided. Execution.
System, do you have any way out of this? Because I’m really fucking out of my depth. I don’t want to stay in this universe, Mark shouted inwardly.
Compared to The Boys, where the psychopaths were dangerous but manageable because most of them were arrogant and predictable, this world was something else entirely.
Jujutsu society was filled with monsters — not just in strength, but in mentality. Half the people here were complete lunatics and the other half were terrifyingly intelligent.
The person Mark feared most wasn’t even Sukuna. It was the body-hopping sorcerer whose cursed technique allowed him to transplant his brain into other people’s bodies. Just thinking about him gave Mark a headache.
[I didn’t do anything. This happened because of your template. Why are you asking me?]
"Fine. Then can we use the simulation? I’ll learn America Chavez’s powers and get the hell out of here."
[It seems you didn’t read the template carefully. Take another look.]
Mark opened the template again and read every line from top to bottom. Nothing looked unusual at first.
The only thing he noticed was that America Chavez looked like a teenager rather than the older version he remembered.
[That is the problem. The template belongs to America Chavez at her teenage age.]
[She has not yet learned to fully control her powers.]
[Even if you enter a simulation, there is nothing more to learn because the template itself has not mastered those abilities. Simulations can only reproduce the knowledge possessed by the selected template.]
Mark’s face twitched. "Oh, fuck."
Since the template was teenage America Chavez, he would have to figure out how to control those portals himself.
Before he could think any further, Gojo’s fist was already in front of his face.
"Hey."
"Earth to mysterious white-haired guy."
Mark sidestepped instinctively. Her punch passed through empty air.
"What the hell are you doing, woman?"
"Just testing," Gojo replied with a smile and a wink.
She stepped in again with another punch. Mark raised one arm and blocked it. The impact echoed through the clearing.
Gojo didn’t slow down for even a second — the moment her fist was stopped, she twisted her hips and drove her elbow toward his jaw. He leaned back just enough for it to miss before pushing her arm away.
Gojo used the opening to spin into a roundhouse kick aimed at his ribs. Mark caught it on his forearm, but the force still pushed him back a step.
The instant his foot touched the ground, Gojo was already in front of him again.
A straight punch, a palm strike, a knee — every movement flowing seamlessly into the next with the efficiency of a veteran jujutsu sorcerer.
Mark blocked the punch, redirected the palm strike, and slipped past the knee before creating a small gap between them.
Gojo grinned. "Your reflexes are pretty good."
"I’m starting to regret meeting you."
"Too late."
She lunged forward again, continuing the exchange without giving him a single moment to breathe.
"Wow... it feels like I’m fighting a copy of myself," Gojo said as she jumped backward, putting several meters between them.
Blue cursed energy gathered at her fingertips as the familiar pull of Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue began to distort the space around her. "So... can you do other things too?"
"I can," Mark replied. He raised a finger toward her. Blue cursed energy gathered at its tip, and the same spatial distortion began forming around him.
Gojo watched the technique for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. She released her own, and the distortion around her fingertips disappeared.
"Interesting."
The curiosity in her eyes only grew. She had expected an imitation. Instead, what she saw was the genuine article.
A/N : There will be Minor crossover and the next world is Jujutsu Kaisen
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