Birth of Calamities

When Jun De regained consciousness after a prolonged period, the initial sight that greeted him was a blinding light.

Gradually, the light expanded, filling his entire field of vision, and causing Jun De to squint uncomfortably.

Once his eyes adjusted, he noticed a young lady with dark hair staring at him. She possessed an exquisite beauty.

'Could she be my mother?' he pondered.

Standing beside her was a young man of similar age, with jet-black hair and a relieved smile directed towards Jun De.

He appeared strong, confident, and remarkably muscular.

Additionally, there was another individual in the room, holding him, but Jun De couldn't discern their identity due to the mask covering their face.

He attempted to widen his eyes to see their faces clearly and comprehend the situation around him, but as soon as they caught sight of his eyes, their expressions turned pale and they frowned at his captivating gaze.

Owing to one of the extraordinary abilities of his eyes, his brain functioned like a supercomputer, capable of processing vast amounts of information in an instant.

He keenly observed the changes in their reactions, which were a mixture of fear, confusion, astonishment, rejection, and anxiety.

In his mind, a single moment in reality equated to an entire minute's worth of time.

'Why are they frightened?... No, they were so joyful just a moment ago... only after they saw my eyes did their demeanor take a negative turn... Damn, could it be that my eyes are the cause?... Have I once again made a mess of things in this life?'

Countless thoughts and inquiries flooded Jun De's mind.

"Kore wa dōiu imidesu ka?!"

"Kono yōna koto wa okorubekide wa arimasen!"

"Kore made onaji jidai ni uma reta rikugan no-me tsukai wa futari mo inai. Kore wa mattaku zendaimimon no kotoda. Shikkusuaizu janai hazu…-sō, shikkusuaizu ni nite iru dake no hitomi ni chigainai!!!"

"Demo ni terukedo Suzumu-san?!"

"Ochitsuke, yūki mo Hiroyuki mo, mōsukoshi ochitsuite... uchi no musuko ga roku-me tsukaida to shite mo, dō shiyou ka na?"

"Yuki, watashitachi ga kimeta koto wasureta no? Watashitachi wa mō jūjutsu-kai to wa nani no kankei mo arimasen, musuko mo dōyōdesu. Jujutsu Mawari-sen no sekai wa kuzu-darakedatta. Hiroyuki-kun, watashitachi no tame ni musuko no sonzai o kakusu koto o chikatte kuremasen ka?"

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Jun De couldn't even understand what they were saying, but he guessed the matter seemed to be so serious and had something to do with his eyes.

This was the first time he heard a language with a pronunciation like this, he couldn't simply make sense of those words.

Jun De has traveled across the world for so many times and knows at least basic knowledge about every language around the world but this language confused him plus he couldn't sense even a little bit of Qi in the air around him.

'What the hell is wrong with this world?!... Did I reborn into a different world and a different era?!'

The surrounding things were also completely different and new to him. Everyone debating something with voices filled with tension, which aroused an uneasy feeling in his heart.

He wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with you people but all he could muster was this: "Ahh! Waah!"

Nothing but garbled whining and moaning.

He couldn't even move his body since he was a newborn and barely moved his fingertips and arms.

Witnessing his tearful distress, the atmosphere surrounding him gradually eased, and the individual in a mask handed Jun De over to his mother.

With a warm smile, she embraced him and planted a loving kiss on his forehead.

The man with black hair, whom Jun De assumed to be his father, approached his mother and enveloped both his spouse and child in a protective hug.

He began speaking softly to his mother about something.

Observing the situation improve effortlessly, Jun De also managed to compose himself.

Overwhelmed by fatigue from crying, he soon drifted off to sleep

As Jun De slept peacefully in his mother's arms, the man with black hair gently stroked his son's hair, a look of love and relief evident in his eyes.

The tension that had filled the room just moments ago had dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth.

Jun De's mother listened intently to her husband's words, nodding in understanding as they discussed what had transpired.

***

2001, May 15

Unbeknownst to Jun De, the moment taken his first breath in this new existence, a series of natural disasters begin to unfold across the vast landscapes of Japan.

The timing seems almost poetic as if the universe itself is reflecting the turmoil and chaos.

In the depths of the haunting Aokigahara forest, a place known for its eerie silence and tragic history, a middle-aged man finds himself drawn to its somber embrace.

His weary eyes, once filled with life and hope, now reflect an immeasurable grief that seems to weigh heavily on his soul.

With each passing moment, the weight of his burdens becomes more apparent, etching lines of weariness onto his face.

Clutching a compact notebook, its pages filled with the remnants of his thoughts and emotions, he gazes upon the dense woodland that surrounds him.

With trembling hands, he carefully pens his final words, pouring out his heart onto the pages.

The immense stress and unrelenting depression have taken their toll, leaving him with no escape from the suffocating darkness that has consumed his spirit.

In a tragic decision, he reaches for a blade, its cold steel glinting in the muted moonlight.

With a trembling hand, he places the blade against his throat, feeling the sharpness of its edge against his skin.

In that moment, he finds a twisted sense of liberation, a release from the shackles of his suffering.

Overwork Suicide!

The frequent happening in Japan, characterized by labor shortages and declining productivity, created a challenging environment for the remaining workers.

As a result, they faced heightened demands and pressures, including extended work hours, heavy workloads, and various social stressors.

The situation became so prevalent that it was considered a common occurrence in the country.

The man wrote the names of everyone he could think of who pushed him in this situation.

It happened all the time, but even after he passed away, his anger and resentment towards those big corporations still lingered.

The amendments slowly accumulated at the very spot where he died, right next to his lifeless body.

A small curse, like one you'd find everywhere, a third-grade class, was born.