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[New York City, USA November 13 2024]
"Ughhhh" I groaned groggily awaking from my sleep only to be faced with the depressing sight of cold empty darkness.
With my mind stimulated, so came forth a searing pain that assaulted my head.
’Last night’s outing to the bar was one that I whole-heartedly regret’ I think rushing to the toilets to once again wretch out my insides, as if re-enacting the events of last night once I reached home. It was a very pleasant sight but some beg to differ.
I lay my head on the toilet on the toilet seat trying to fight back the urge to cleanse my body again before lazily picking myself up, washing my face and going to check the cabinet for whatever doctor’s remedy they have for this hangover.
"I heard that chicken noodle soup helps, right?" I ask randomly not to anyone, ’ but how do I make that again - Screw it! Let me just grab a banana, down some tablets and be done with it!’
But whilst walking to the kitchen to grab the fruit, my misplaced ukulele that I left out on the floor from the night before just happened to stand in my way, catch my foot and cause me to plummet to the cold wooden floor with a loud thump that shook the apartment
"Ahh!" I screamed in slight pain.
I rubbed my forehead whilst adding ice to my list of things need to get from the kitchen, "Damn guitar!"
I lightly kick away and watched it casually slide across the floor before I made my way
I grab hold of the stuff I need and sit down at my desk, opening up my laptop to check for any new emails and low and behold the shit’s littered with them telling me about this and that’s deadline and whatnot.
"...I’m not sure my brain can process all this at the moment," I massage my temples before swallowing the tablets at my side, ’..that’s the stuff.’
Deciding to procrastinate and leave the work for future me, I start scrolling to see if there are any good animes out...
’oh? jujustu kaisen season3 is out - NICE finally the Shibuya arc will be seen by everyone,’ my excitement was bubbling out of control but was soon put on a leash by the throbbing headache who’s primary objective was to be the bane of my existence.
But just as I was about to click PLAY, a survey ad popped up and it read, ’Want to take fate into your own hand? Experience the greatness of another world through reincarnation/transmigration?’
[Yes] [No]
To this day, I still do not know what came over me - was it the current drunken state of mine? Pure laziness to not want to work? Or the deep embedded longingness to escape from this boring life? I do not know and I do not try to know as from then on it never truly mattered - so I pressed [Yes]
[Good, now please pick which world/universe you shall reincarnate/transmigrate to and please take note, the worlds/universes in question are only limited to your imagination!]
I didn’t even really need to think about it as for years one of my all time favourite universe would be the young justice one - not only was it one of the safest but the diversity and development of the characters just stuck with me throughout my entire life.
[DC Universe: Earth-16. Recognised. Now who would you like to start your adventure as?]
And with that the screen expanded with thousands upon thousands of names each split and categorised by alphabetical order. The list of names there were truly massive though I could recognise a few at first glance. But I already had one in my mind.
I scrolled down to the ’S’ section before coming across his name and selecting, bringing a sub menu out for me of how much of him I wanted to be.
[Gojo Satoru]
[All skills, abilities, equipment, muscle memory, instincts, body, no personal memories, some personality traits]
Call me dumb but to fully experience the world of ’Young Justice’ I wanted to grow the skills myself so I can fully claim it as my own. So I decided to master the ’Limitless technique’ and Six Eyes’ by myself- through my own experiences.
[Please note that all memories of previous world shall be sealed so no individual of current world can come into contact with them, this is to further maximise your experience]
[In addition, we will store weak mind defense as an after effect of the seal, though please be advised that if user has chosen a world of powerful mind invaders, these weak reinforcements will barely manage to keep the enemy at bay for only a few seconds]
’So I’m screwed, huh?’ I cried in my head, "WHY THE HELL DID I PICK YOUNG JUSTICE?!"
’With the amount of telepaths, mind readers, memory manipulators and mind control freaks in DC, going without a mind shield in DC is like going to Detroit naked, I’m screwed! Please system, anything?!’ I collapsed to my knees and begged the system with no shame after all dignity leads you to an early grave
[Please do not bitch to the system about your problems, we have more users to attend to]
’Eh? Did it just respond to me and insult me?’ I queried to myself
[Here is a status screen to view yourself and your abilities
Name: Gojo Satoru
Age: 15
Race: Human
Tier: 7-C City Level
Powers: Six Eyes, Limitless Technique and Cursed Energy Manipulation]
’So now it’s ignoring me’ I lamented in my head
[Do you accept the reincarnation or transmigration method, please also note some changes will be made to selected world to adapt to your existence]
"huh? obviously I would accept the transmigration method - don’t want to have to go through childhood again but what do you mean changes? does that mean curses will be born for me to use cursed energy?"
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[No. Your innate technique and energy manipulation shall still be derived and taken from negative emotions but different to cursed energy which births cursed spirits]
[You will be transmigrated to a 15 year old body in a randomly designated city around where the main ’plot’ of this world begins]
’Well... I’m fucked if I end up in Gotham, that’s for sure - how about a relatively nice place like Central City where the Flash works... or how about Star City, yeah that place is pretty tame compared to the rest’
[Interomniversal barrier reached.. breaching.. Barrier breached. Soul Formation Code... Recognised... Completed. Body Formation Code...Recognised...Completed. Multiversal Singularity Identity...Gained. Soul memories ..Recognised... Transferred]
[All functions recognised and activated, please enjoy your second life, Gojo Satoru!]
The scene flickered before me before ultimately vanishing and what became of it was dark, dingy alleyway where the grime of it all could practically be felt in all your pores. The cynical yet saddening atmosphere felt oppressive.
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[Gotham City, USA March 26 2009]
"It actually worked!" I flexed my hands which looked to be paler than usual ; I walked over to the pfallen remains of a mirror, fragmented into different pieces and picked it up. I clenched my fist at the reflection that gazed back at me.
"I AM GOJO SATORU!" what peered back at me was a extremely attractive tall teenager with a lean build with snow-white hair and sky blue eyes adorned with cloud like bubbles - the Six-Eyes. He wore a dark purple jacket with a collar that ran around his neck. He seemed to be around 14 or 15 years old - give it take.
But before I could delve into my appearance any more a sudden headache assaulted my mind accompanied with random chunks of information flooding into my head, that got so bad I had to shut my eyes. It was weird, even though my eyes were closed I could still ’see’ everything in front of me and more including a dark energy floated through the city.
’So that’s the drawback of the six-eyes, Gojo in the anime really downplayed how much it hurts or maybe he was just more experienced handling it.’
’I’m probably going to have to have to get a blindfold for this issue, now onto the main issue - WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!’ I walked out of the alleyway and surveyed the area.. no... this can’t be..
The whispering tendrils of debauchery, delirium and madness littered across the city and hidden in every crevice. The place where crime thrived and the innocent suffered every little bit for it.
The sane would avoid this place like a plague but the insane they would give in to the whims of the tendrils like sheep.
That’s the type of city this place was ; The City of evil -
’GOTHAM?! Well, I’ve enjoyed this second chance but I’m screwed, ’How can I even hope to survive in a place like this, no money to my name and to top it off a face like this.’
I glanced back to the broken mirror and allowed the ocean like eyes with the chiselled face as if it was sculpted by a god and the delicately ashen hair and th-
’IM DEFINITELY BEING PUT IN A HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING!’ I crouched down and drew circles on the ground, "I’m gonna be sold off to a fat obese bastard who likes extremely attractive young men to add to his collection.’
I cried about the helplessness of my situation of which I had no power to change
Huh?
Wait a minute….I’m Gojo Satoru - the strongest. I must have the limitless technique right?
A knowing smile crept along my face on adrenalised motion full of excitement.
"I have the answer!" I exclaimed in joy though soon restrained my thrill and checked around to see if anyone outside the alleyway had heard me.
Seeing no one was looking , I sighed in relief whilst imagining the small second hand embarrassment I would have gotten and shivering.
’Ok focus now!’ I snapped myself back to topic, ’First, I need to be able to control cursed energy. The Six Eyes is already a cheat code as a whole when it comes to this as well.’ I walked into the corner of a alley and opened my eyes.
We I could feel the searing pain of information come into my mind but also cursed energy converge around my being, ’Good.’
I beckoned it mentally to allow me to utilise it to no avail as it only swirled around me, "One more time."
I attempted it once again figuring I probably made a mistake but like last time it didn’t work.
I tried it once again. Didn’t work
I tried it once again. Didn’t work
It tried it once again. Didn’t work
Again. Didn’t work
Again. Didn’t work
Again. Didn’t work
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.Agai-!
"Ahhhh!" I screamed in anger, taking control of the cursed energy subconsciously and punched the wall in anger breaking it instantly.
"For real?" I stared at the wall- well the previously existing wall in disbelief before my eyes widened, "Holy shit! I did it!"
I celebrated by high fiving myself and patting myself on the back.
"Wait!" I stopped the mini chibi mes while they were i the middle of partying making them all look at me confused, "How did we do it though."
"Didn’t we just do…the thing," one of them answered
"What thing though," I asked with a serious Jojo face implanted onto my skull.
"The thing," Another answered with absolute certainty.
"Yeah, the one where we went ’fwshoo’ and then ’kwuu’ an-" the first one added on
"Stop. It seems none of us have quite reached enlightenment so I guess," I took a deep breath, tears flowing down my face, "..we’re getting sold into a slave ring."
The conference erupted into pandemonium with the confirmation that the council had no escape from the promised atrocity.
"Wait!" A smart intellectual looking me with a scholar get up appeared from the darkness that Oblivion held possession of, "I know what occurred during all the trials we’ve endured." Every me listened attentively at what he had to say.
"I’ve realised that at first we were merely beckoning the cursed energy to be manipulated but in out most recent event, we imparted out desire onto the energy and ’demanded’ we use it."
The guy gave a lecture like a college professor and I instantly understood what to do.
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I opened my eyes once more and began.
The serene azure hue of the six eyes glowed brighter than ever before and pulsed with power and knowledge.
I imparted my will onto the cursed energy, demanded its use and it started it shroud itself around my body - empowering me.
’This feeling..,’ The feeling of being submerged in cursed energy was utterly irksome if not vile. The malevolence, hatred, sadness, disgust and fear that this energy was imbued with definitely left a bad taste in my mouth.
Though in the end I would adapt after all in the words of a wise man, "’What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stranger’, Well stranger than I already am at least."
I played around with this new substance like a child that’s just been introduced to play dough cause like play dough this power gave me the power to shape the world
’Only difference is play dough doesn’t need some glow in the dark nightlight for eyes to use it to a pretty incredible degree’
The Six Eyes
It allowed me to manipulate cursed energy like a my hero fan gaslighting his family into thinking he’s straight. It allowed me almost perfect control of the stuff, making sure my CE consumption was so minimal that my replenishment of CE was faster than the actual usage I could not even feel the drain of my own CE
’This is what it feels to be honoured, this must have something to do with the inherited muscle memory and instinct though the hacks known as the Six Eyes does come into play.’ I played around a bit before moving on to Limitless.
This technique was practically ingrained into Gojo’s body so all I had to do was apply it. If I remember correctly Gojo compared infinity to how the number one will never touch the number two due to the infinite amount of fractions that separate them and how in comparison the opponent will never touch Satoru due to the infinity between them. He described it as the infinite division of space as no matter how many times you divide something it will never reach nothing or 0 as that is an impossibility.
So I concentrated, utilising the Six Eyes, to separate the finite space...after dividing it infinitly and keeping around me...
*This is just my representation of how it would feel to activate Gojo’s limitles*
"IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY FREAKING WORKED!" my excitement was of course cut short by the continuous stream of you guessed it - information.
’Seems like I can use it for 10 seconds at most until I clock out, but I can train it up lat-’ but my train of thought was interrupted this time for a screen by the roar of hunger sounding from my belly and a scream for help coming from a few streets away.
It took me only a second to process both sounds before thinking, "Now which one is the most urgent?"
’I’m kidding of course, but a sandwich wouldn’t hurt no one.’ I think whilst I start moving
I rush over down into the alley until I come across two men towering over a beautiful wealthy looking woman. I swear…
"..Isn’t this just too cliche even for Gotham," I speak my thoughts out loud alerting the two thugs forcing them to turn around.
"Beat it Kid! Or else, things won’t be pretty…" speaks Thug A, a greasy slimeball of a human ball, you could just see the gurgle he calls a stomach protruding out and rolling into three pieces of dough. It was an unpleasant sight to say the least, I don’t even want to get within a hundred mile radius of his face
. Gotham doesn’t produce models, that’s for sure - we’ll exclude the Waynes.
"You even speak third rate villain lines as well, this has gotta be prank - ok where’s the camera?" I say jokingly.
"Dumbass kid must be trying to play hero let me show him what city this is. Ok kid you’re asking for this," Thug B says trodding up me, he was sturdier than the last and if the last was meant to portray a stereotypical pig this guy embodied the stereotypical criminal ; His face rough, teeth chipped as well as yellowed and his clothes worn and ripped.
He raised his fist in an attempt to take a jab at my torso obviously to incapacitate me to ’teach me a lesson of some sorts’.
"I guess you’re going first, "I spin around the punch, applying cursed energy to my body and use the momentum lift myself from the floor and deliver a kick to his side which sent him flying into the wall. Spit flying from his mouth as he soon falls into the unknown realm of conscious and unconscious.
I ran up to Thug A with the bursts of energy, he raises his arms in a ’x-shaped’ guard in hopes of blocking but he was a second too slow. I back fisted the side of his head causing him to become a little delirious but not before I grabbed his head and brought my knee to his face - caving it in permanently and ruining it (maybe an improvement who knows)
I begin to walk to the lady but I hear the staggering of Thug B coming to his feet with heavy pants and groans. My instincts are screaming in my ear, coordinating my body like a puppet attached by threads of string.
I turn around and realise he’s about to shoot a hidden gun causing me to open my eyes and activate Limitless. And watch how the bullet stops just a mere few inches away from my forehead before ultimately sliding down onto the floor as if it lost all its momentum as it got close to me.
I dash to the still shocked Thug A and deliver a rapid succession of blows to his face and solar plexus taking heed and making sure he is completely down for the count.
"Haaaahh if I was any second too slow, my second life would have been done before it even began. That goes to show that even if I have these great powers and techniques, arrogance is the bearer of bad fruit" I walk to the lady and before I speak she disrupts me
"T-thank you so much! I don’t know what happened, one m-minute I’m walking home next minute those two men over there assaulted me.. t-they tried to kidnap me," she say’s clearly traumatised from the whole event.
"You don’t need to worry cause I’m here now, they’re not going to hurt you anymore." I said encouragingly at which she smiles, "~but onto further business~," I give her my best business grin for what’s to come
"W-what?" She says a little uneasy, I mean I would be too if a kid who demonstrated supernatural strength out comes close to me
"Money. Hand it over,’ she was clearly shocked by my request," ~eh? Did you forget what city you’re in. This is Gotham. And I’m a homeless teenager that is struggling to survive in this disgusting city. Now hand it over~." The lady quickly hands over her money quickly hands over her money, probably scared of what I’ll do after she just watched me completely demolish two grown men.
"~Good… now have a nice day~," I say walking away, out of the alley after frisking the thugs for what they had and counting the good 80 dollars in my grasp.
"She must have forgotten the age old saying, "Can’t have shit in Gotham," I say possibly contemplating on becoming a thief here to survive.
"Now onto the main issue at hand, when currently am I in the Young Justice universe…"