Six Eyes

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In the dim light of the secret room, Majin's eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and determination as he stared at the bottle in his hand.

The serum shimmered ominously, a cocktail of genetic material extracted from the most powerful sorcerer families. His hand trembled slightly as he remembered Kenjaku's cold, calculating smile.

"N-Nine Curse Fetus..." Majin muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. His gaze drifted to the grotesque sight before him—a woman, Li Zhi, surrounded by nine lifeless fetuses.

They lay in a macabre circle near the serum, their tiny forms twisted and disfigured by the cruel experiments.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. This was the result of Kenjaku's twisted ambition. Majin had played a small part in this horror, assisting with the deliveries and watching from the shadows as Kenjaku performed unspeakable acts. He'd been too weak, too afraid to object.

In this world, survival was paramount, and he would do whatever it took to stay alive—even if it meant turning a blind eye to the suffering of others.

Majin clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on the serum. His fingers brushed against the cold, smooth glass, feeling the weight of the decision he was about to make.

"Damn it..." he whispered, a sense of desperation creeping into his voice. He knew the risks. He knew that Kenjaku was toying with forces beyond comprehension.

But what choice did he have? The Zenin family had cast him aside, a talentless illegitimate son, doomed to a life of insignificance—or worse, death.

Kenjaku had promised him power, the chance to awaken the Zenin clan's coveted Ten Shadows Technique. But was that promise worth the price he was about to pay?

He could feel the cold sweat on his brow, the tightness in his chest as his mind raced with doubts. Yet, in the end, he knew he had to take the gamble.

"It's now or never," Majin muttered to himself, his voice resolute as he rolled up his sleeve, exposing the pale skin of his forearm.

His other hand hovered over the syringe, hesitating for just a moment before he plunged it into his flesh. The sharp sting was nothing compared to what followed.

As soon as the serum entered his bloodstream, a searing pain tore through his body. Majin's eyes widened in shock, his body convulsing uncontrollably as he let out a guttural scream.

He collapsed onto the wooden bed beside him, his hands clutching at his chest as if trying to tear out the agony that consumed him.

He thrashed wildly, the pain unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if his very cells were being torn apart, rearranged by the chaotic energy of the serum.

His vision blurred, his senses overwhelmed by the unbearable torment. In his desperation, he rolled off the bed, landing hard on the cold stone floor.

He could barely move, barely breathe, as the pain wracked his body.

In his delirium, Majin found himself crawling toward the coffin prepared for Li Zhi, his body moving on instinct.

He managed to pull himself inside, the cold wooden enclosure offering no comfort as he lay there, writhing in agony.

His mind teetered on the brink of madness, but he clung to a single, desperate thought: survival.

As the serum continued its merciless assault on his body, Majin's consciousness began to fade.

The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the mutated tentacles sprouting from his own flesh, wrapping around the room like grotesque vines.

Unbeknownst to Majin, a memory projection of Kenjaku flickered to life in the room, his voice echoing coldly through the chamber. "Majin-kun, this is the opportunity I give you!

"This genetic serum contains the Gojo family's Six Eyes gene, the Zenin family's Ten Shadows controller's genes, and the red blood manipulation gene from my own body... "

Kenjaku's image sneered, his eyes gleaming with a twisted amusement. "If the genetic modification I mentioned to you did not deceive me and you mutated, perhaps I will have created a very terrifying monster?

"But... genetic modification or something like that is simply impossible, right? So, You are going to die the death you deserve, inferior monkey"

The memory projection vanished, leaving Majin alone in the darkness. The serum coursed through his veins, the genes of the Big Three Sorcerer Families battling for dominance within his frail body.

The experiment was a gamble, one that even Kenjaku knew was unlikely to succeed. The genes were incompatible, destined to tear Majin apart from the inside.

Days passed, and Majin's body lay still in the coffin, his form wasting away as the genetic material waged war within him.

His skin grew pale, his body emaciated, as if death itself was creeping ever closer. The resentment he felt toward Kenjaku lingered, a dark, festering wound in his mind.

Three months later, the secret room was filled with the thick, oppressive aura of resentment and cursed energy. Majin's existence had been forgotten by the world, even by Kenjaku, who had moved on to other schemes.

But deep within the coffin, Majin's body stirred. His eyelids fluttered, and for the first time in months, he opened his eyes.

His once dark brown eyes now glowed with an otherworldly blue light—the unmistakable sign of the Gojo clan's Six Eyes.