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Jujutsu Kaisen: Game Changer

As the former blood lord, now reborn into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, he found himself in possession of the sacred dharma treasure known as the blood lotus from his past life. In the fetal stage, he made the bold decision to sacrifice the blood lotus, a decision that would forever alter his destiny. By doing so, he forcefully awakened two bloodline talents within himself: the Six Eyes and the Ten Shadow Techniques. The Six Eyes, a rare and powerful ability, granted him enhanced perception and insight, allowing him to see the true nature of curses and their weaknesses, and bestowed the ability to manipulate and control cursed energy with unparalleled precision. However, this awakening came with a consequence. He became the second user of the Six Eyes in the same era, a situation that was not supposed to occur. To complicate matters further, he was born as the son of a member of the Gojo clan and a mother from the Zenin clan. Both clans were renowned for their powerful jujutsu techniques and bloodline abilities, also odds with each other. However, his parents lacked any talent in the realm of jujutsu and managed to escape the clutches of their respective families through different means. This made him an anomaly, a child born into two prestigious bloodline talents. Despite his troubled past and the weight of his bloodline, the former blood lord yearned for a peaceful existence with a loving family. He despised the violence and chaos that had defined his previous life and sought solace in the embrace of a normal life. However, the world of Jujutsu Kaisen was far from peaceful. It was a world plagued by curses, where danger lurked at every corner. How far he can go with his Six eyes and the ten shadow techniques instead of the Limitless technique? *** Greetings, dear readers! I hope this message finds you well and immersed in the world of my fanfiction. I cannot express enough how grateful I am for your time and dedication in reading my work. As an aspiring writer, I pour my heart and soul into every chapter, striving to create a captivating narrative that resonates with every one of you. However, completing this fanfic requires not only my passion but also the support of wonderful individuals like yourselves. If you find yourself enjoying this fanfiction and would like to contribute to its completion, I humbly ask for your support. Your generosity will enable me to dedicate more time and resources to this project, ensuring that it reaches its full potential. Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant difference in bringing this story to life. To make supporting this fanfic easier for you, I have provided a link below. By clicking on it, you will be directed to a Patreon platform where you can contribute and become a part of this creative journey. Your support will not only help me in completing this fanfic but also allow me to explore new ideas and collaborate with all of you, my amazing readers. Once again, I want to express my deepest gratitude for your time, dedication, and support. It is your enthusiasm that fuels my creativity and inspires me to continue writing. Together, let us embark on this journey. Thank you, and I eagerly anticipate collaborating with every one of you. Link: [patreon.com/LostSoul420FanficWriter]

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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?"

....

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.