Chapter 1

"Huh? What's going on?" I asked myself, wiping my eyes that were heavy from sleep. "Shit!"

That was when I noticed that the dumpster I had spent the night in was moving. To be more precise, something's moving it. I'm guessing it's the garbage disposal truck.

"Hey! There's someone in here! Put the fucking dumpster down! Hey!!" I kept shouting and hitting the walls of the dumpster with my skinny fists for some time before the dumpster stopped moving.

"Hang on dude. Can you hear that?" I heard one of the men in the truck say. "I think there's someone in the dumpster."

Finally! Why would they even try emptying this dumpster without looking in it? Oh, right. People aren't supposed to be spending the night in filthy dumpsters. Not unless you're me.

"Yeah, I'm betting it's that same homeless shit we keep warning not to sleep in the dumpsters. Why don't we have a little fun with the sucker?"

What the fuck did I just hear?

"Hey! Put the dumpster down! Someone's in here you psychos!" I shouted, banging even harder on the walls of the dumpster.

Why would they even want to empty this dumpster? Those idiots know I only crash in the clean, empty ones. Before I knew what was happening, the dumpster started moving from the left to the right in a swinging sort of way.

"Knock it off!" I shouted, but it only made them swing the dumpster faster. The base of the dumpster was very weak and although I didn't weigh much, swinging the dumpster like that was enough to…

Craackkk!

Crasshhh!!

"Fuck!" I rolled on the hard ground after falling hopelessly on it. Instantly, pain flooded every part of me.

"That outta teach 'em," I heard the fat truck driver say as he lowered the empty dumpster back to the ground.

After a while laying on the sidewalk, the pain subsided enough for me to get up from the ground. The rays of the morning sun were harsh on my eyes, so I couldn't really see where I was going. Not that I cared though.

I just needed to get out of this part of town. Some weeks ago, I stole a lot of money from a street gang here and ever since, I've been avoiding them. If all the other dumpsters in town weren't full I wouldn't have taken the risk to come here in the first place.

Bump!

"Look where you're going shitface! Do you know how expensive this suit is?" I heard a voice say from behind as I walked. I looked up at the young muscular man dressed in a flashy blue suit. Beside him was a beautiful lady, probably in her early twenties. A feeling of irritation started to build up in me so I just continued walking.

"Kid!!"

I didn't bother to turn back, knowing it was probably the unfortunate fucker I bumped into a few seconds ago. I didn't want any trouble, but the idiot was aiming for exactly that.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" the fucker called out again, pulling me back by the collar of my ragged shirt.

The force he used on the old, worn shirt was so great, that it tore and I ended up back on the floor. I channelled the anger that rose up in me straight to my hand, balling it to a fist.

The man hissed the second he saw my face which was covered in dirt, but the instant he turned back to leave, I hurriedly got up and held the bastard by his wrist. The fact that I'm a young homeless orphan doesn't give anyone the right to tear one of my prized shirts and just walk away.

"Let go of me, you stinking thing!" He tried shaking me off, but I held his wrist firmly.

"Not until you pay for my shirt that you just tore," I replied boldly.

The next thing happened so fast. The heartless fucker kicked me in the balls. I instantly let go of his wrist, weakened by the pain in my groin.

Sppt!

He spat on my face.

"Let's go babe. I don't like the smell coming from this thing," I heard the lady say with a flirtuous voice as she carressed the muscles in his left arm.

"I'm going to let this pass, but touch me again and I'll have the police lock you behind bars," he threatened before walking away.

It was then I looked around and noticed that a lot of people had been staring at the scene we made. None of them even bothered to say anything.

What cruel people.

I picked my torn shirt from the ground and continued walking for a long time till I got to the alley where I kept my stuff. It was my secret place.

"Shit! I'm down to my last can of beans." I cracked the lid open and then brought out a plastic bag from beneath the garbage can next to me. I untied it, brought out the shabby book inside and sat on the ground to have breakfast while reading the book.

It was the final installment of a manga called Jujutsu Kaisen. It was my favorite amongst all the others I had taken from the dumpsters of some bookstores in town. My favorite character was the villain.

What a way to start the morning.

I spent most of the day reading a variety of manga and porn comics. After I jerked off a couple of times, I fell into yet another slumber. No food, no money, no job, no freaking house to live in. I might as well just kill myself with sleep. Later I'll find somewhere to steal my dinner.

"Wake up fucker! It's time to die!" My eyes instantly opened the second I heard that voice. It was the voice of the leader of the street gang I had stolen money from. "You are so dead."

The sun was just beginning to set.

I reached for a dagger I kept closeby. I looked around to see the leader approach me with a gun. The odds were greatly against me, yet I wasn't going to give up.

"I will mke you regret ever stealing from me, you bastard!" he yeld, raising the hand with a gun in my directon.

I got up as fast as I could to make a run for it, but before I could go far,

POHH!

A bullet stopped me, piercing the lower left side of my chest. That was when I turned and noticed that the boss wasn't alone.

"There's no way I'm letting you get away. Not after what you did to me,"

Blood continued spilling uncontrollably from the side of my chest and my mouth, but still, I crawled. I refused to give him the satisfaction of torturing me to death. My vision was gradually turning blurry and I could no longer carry the weight of my own body.

With five lackeys behind him, he strutted towards me with a smile on his face.

"I am so going to enjoy tearing you apart."

That was the last thing I heard before my eyes shut and everything went blank. I was gripping the Jujutsu Kaisen Manga as tightly as I could. All of a sudden, I could no longer feel the overwhelming pain from the bullet wound. I opened my eyes and was even more shocked to find myself floating in the air in the midst of complete darkness. I still had the rags I call clothes on, but the bullet wound had healed, like it was never there.

Where am I?

As I struggled to understand what was going on, a large figure materialized out of thin air in front of me. It stretched out a hand and a bright ball of orange-red flame appeared hovering on it.

"You died and right now, you're on the thin line between damnation and reincarnation,"

Holy Shit!

Standing in front of me was Ryomen Sukuna. He's at least twice my height, with massive and muscular arms and legs. His skin was a dark red color, with a pattern of black markings that covered his entire body. He had four arms, two sets of fangs, and four red eyes that glowed with a malevolent light. He had a black loincloth tied around his waist.

He exuded a powerful aura of evil and destruction. This form was his ultimate form, and it is truly a terrifying sight to behold.

"Sukuna." I uttered, taking a step back in both shock and unbelief.

"In the flesh," he replied with his signature devious smirk.