Don't let these two idiots meet - 18

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Gojo lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

His mind drifted back to that morning, when Alexis had shot out of bed naked, screaming in panic. Realizing she was late for class, she rushed into the bathroom to clean up. She really tried hard to push the thought that she slept with Gojo last night but regardless school was more important at the moment. With Dark Magician Girl's help she was able to speed things off cleaning herself. Even then, time wasn't on her side. She dried off quickly, dressed in a flash, and dashed out the door.

Dark Magician Girl had gone off to play with other duel spirits, leaving him alone.

And in Gojo's experience of this world, stillness equaled boredom. His six eyes and previous world experience and knowledge of playing yu-gi-oh! made the game dull. Watching the cards/hologram projection move looks like slow motion was hardly thrilling, even if it comes in a projection hologram and with no cursed spirits in this world—none that he could find, anyway—there was no real thrill left. No danger, no challenge, and No fight.

"Times have changed, huh?" Gojo murmured to himself, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had grown used to this new existence, this new body.

He recalls his time spent here in this world.

Unlike Yuta Okkotsu, who had once taken over Gojo's body but struggled to fully adapt, Gojo had no such difficulties. The memories, reflexes, and techniques flowed seamlessly. Muscle memory was ingrained in him, making control effortless. Yet, there was still something unsettling about how easy it had become to fit into this peaceful world.

Without enemies to fight, he was slowly losing his edge. Sure, he still had the memories of this body's past fights—the adrenaline rush of defeating curses, the thrill of outwitting powerful foes. He could replay those memories endlessly, but over time, even those felt dull. They were fading like an old film reel, and he felt that his instincts were dropping.

So, he spent a lot of his time replaying memories of the body past battles. The brutal fights from the world of jjk, the adrenaline, the high of facing off against powerful opponents. He'd even imagine what it would be like for him to fight in his new body, but imagining could only take him so far.

His only distraction, the Gate of Babylon, open before him—a treasure trove of powerful artifacts and weapons. Every now and then, he would summon something random, appraise it, tinker with it, and wonder if it could be integrated with his cursed techniques. Some items were promising, others not so much, but it was enough to pass the time.

Routine. That's what Gojo's life had become. Day after day, everything was the same. Mundane and boring at day. Really spicy at night; but predictable.

Eventually, he had enough. He needed something new, something that excited him. That's when he decided to dive into content creation. In this world, the media was uninspired, stagnant.

Gojo knew better than to meddle too much with Kaiba's technology. Even he considered it was dangerous—advanced enough to extract and read memories. Still, he couldn't resist pushing boundaries, moving this world's media toward new possibilities.

With Kaiba's AI at his disposal, Gojo set out to revolutionize this world's media landscape. Using his own memories as a guide, he worked alongside the AI to create apps, programs, movies, stories, and games from his past world. The results were nearly perfect replicas, capturing the essence of the stuff he once knew. Of course, all of these replicas had to be approved first by Kaiba before being able to be released but that was fine by itself.

It was a calculated risk, but the potential rewards ignited a spark of excitement in him. Gojo envisioned a world where people on the internet will; expand and innovate better content. He was hoping for it too.

However, most of the contents generated were slightly modified by Seto Kaiba… Games that were created were all now related to yugioh monsters in all those rpg-like games. A prime example is Skyrim but with its monsters completely replaced and filled with Yugioh monsters. And obviously the final boss monster was an evil blue-eyed white dragon built… Kaiba Corp graphic technology.

Sure, it was a bit ridiculous. But it was interesting.

Thanks to all that, the world was extremely buzzed with excitement. People flocked online, immersing themselves in the diverse content produced by Kaiba Corp. The free games quickly attracted nearly a billion players, this caught Gojo by surprise, especially in a landscape dominated by Duel Monsters. He didn't think it would wrap up billions of users.

And of course, the familiar systems from his previous world also crept into this world—microtransactions, battle passes, gacha, cosmetics, and loot crates. At least, to Gojo's relief, the pricing and rates and the items contained were somewhat fair.

Gojo felt untroubled by Kaiba Corp having owned these creations. Seto Kaiba was known to have been unexpectedly generous to talented individuals, offering Gojo a share of the profits, lucrative gifts, and a stake in the company. Wealthy already, Gojo simply needed to graduate from this dull school before deciding what to do with the money—Oh right, these creations also brought riches to Alexis's family company, thanks to him. But for now, his focus was on the media.

To think this all started because I wanted to make some funny ahhh video about Alexis at first before shit went up like this.

In just a few weeks, Kaiba Corp evolved into more than a global powerhouse; it became a cultural phenomenon. This transformation was largely fueled by an advanced AI that sifted through Gojo's memories and visions, generating innovative projects tailored to his unique insights. The company's search engine captured an astonishing 99% of the market share, while its online games drew in an unprecedented number of players. Kaiba Corp then flooded the market with movies, novels, and stories… With themes of using yu-gi-oh element monsters…

At the center of this explosive growth was the AI, tirelessly producing content at an unimaginable pace. It tackled complex tasks with chilling efficiency—coding software, designing user interfaces, and managing customer support. It even went about setting up legalities surrounding copyrights and patents.

What made this even more unsettling was the AI's tendency to attach Gojo's name as a co-owner of each creation, forwarding everything to Kaiba for final approval before launching it to the public.

Honestly, he didn't want any of the fame, as he could imagine all the blame will be thrown at him for developing 'microtransaction' in this world and a bunch of other things.

But that was fine, right? Gojo wasn't too worried if Kaiba Corp became a monopoly. Kaiba isn't evil.

But seriously, this world is too peaceful.

No cursed spirits. No real danger. Not by his standards, anyway. Even the "threats" this world presented—card games, duels, forced plot twists—felt like a fucking joke. There were no real stakes.

A 100%-win record kept things really boring, after all.

I should practice that technique again.

Without a second thought, Gojo stood up. He changed swiftly and headed out, making his way to the hidden forest deep within the island. Somewhere far enough where, enough to cause destruction without catching attention. He was going to take a break from making another thing on the side to see if it works. Then hoping to talk to Alexis later tonight about some other stuff.

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Deep within the dense forest of Academy Island, Gojo stood still, channeling cursed energy into his Limitless technique. His six eyes scanned the surroundings, drawing in the infinity that existed all around him.

With a subtle gesture, he focused his technique, pulling the infinity to a single point in front of him. infinity warped and bent; it was under his control as it was under his command. The manipulation of infinity happened in an instant—too fast for any observer to comprehend, and entirely invisible.

His eyes narrowed.

"Dismantle."

With a flick of his wrist, the invisible blade arc shot forward, slicing cleanly through the forest.

Gojo smirked. He was copying techniques again testing their limits.

"Hehehehehe," he chuckled, watching the aftermath of his attack disappear into the air. No matter how many times he attempted it, the result was perfect. He had mimicked an innate technique tied to Sukuna's shrine. The lowest output of "Dismantle" could still cut through steel.

The Six Eyes and Limitless are an absolute cheat.

While Gojo could replicate Sukuna's abilities, he hadn't yet mastered their effortless control. He needed hand movements, chants, and focus to direct them. But with time, he knew that would change. One day, he'd cast such techniques with nothing but his will or the sequence of action would be as natural as breathing.

Even so, using Sukuna's technique had a nice feeling to it. Slashing things to your liking without having to swing a sword.

Gojo stuffed his hands into his pockets, gazing at the mess of fallen trees.

"Just wait until I can use the world-cutting slash," he muttered, turning away from the destruction.

As Gojo prepared to leave, a presence nearby finally demanded his attention—a presence he'd sensed earlier but chose to ignore. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Well, this is a first."

What seems to be the main antagonist had willingly shown up in front of him.

Sartorius was smiling creepily as he was watching behind the trees and upon being caught he came out.

"Are you not afraid that I might kill you?" Gojo asked, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

Sartorius and Gojo locked eyes, tension thick between them.

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A/N: Underwent surgery a week ago... Feel like sheeeeeeet. Underwent laser eye surgery, Cataracts thingy. Sorry for extremely light short chapter that seems incomplete, goanna add more to the next one... Until next time. I don't think I can write for a while. Since looking at the screen burns my eyes.