Prologue

But well, I hope this story is good and gets support. If not, then it will fade into oblivion. As for updates, I don't really know how to handle them, and it's very likely they'll take a long time to come out. It all depends on my time and my motivation to write.

This story is written in Spanish and then translated to English, if you find mistakes or nonsense please let us know to correct it.

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A hot summer day in the city of Musutafu. Many people left their homes to head to supermarkets, ice cream shops, or public and private pools. Everyone was doing whatever they could to cool down during these sweltering days when the heat was intense, and many people risked heatstroke.

Within this bustling city, filled with people of various peculiarities, different body parts, colors, heights and more.there was a building somewhat far from the center. It was a 28-story apartment complex.

On the 12th floor, apartment 1203, in the living room, lay a child sprawled on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He seemed lost in his thoughts, while a soft, cheerful song played from the kitchen.

In the kitchen was a young woman humming a little tune while preparing food for later. Back in the living room, the boy continued staring at the ceiling, having done so for quite a while.

One notable thing about the boy would catch anyone's attention at first glance they might even assume his parents weren't taking proper care of him. He had messy black hair, a simple white T-shirt, black shorts, and worn-out sneakers. Covering his body were black tattoos, and small scars below his eyes added to the intrigue.

Seeing him, people might assume his parents were responsible for these tattoos, that they were a birthmark, or perhaps the result of a quirk he might awaken at the age of five. But the truth was far stranger: these tattoos had appeared a few months before his fifth birthday.

Yes, the boy was four years old, only two months away from the age when quirks—abilities, superpowers, blessings, curses or quirk, as society calls them manifest.

But setting aside the boy's unusual markings, there was an even more peculiar secret about him he was reincarnated or transmigrated. Unlike the typical tales of people waking up in worlds of comics or manga, this soul was unique. He was a newly created soul, ready to live in the world for the first time except fate, or perhaps carelessness, had placed him in someone else's position.

It might sound confusing, but it all began in the Void, where everything comes into being. How this is possible defies explanation, and attempting to investigate further might even lead to one's demise. What's known is that new souls are periodically created, either by the Void itself or from the remnants of deceased souls.

This newly born soul, whom we'll call Alex for now, was in line waiting to be assigned. The line would determine where in the world he would go, the year he'd live in, his lifespan, talents, and life circumstances.

Time in the Void is incomprehensible, so Alex didn't know how long he waited. While in line, he noticed to his right another queue of souls carrying envelopes. These envelopes represented their keys, opportunities, or destinies in their next lives. To his left was a different line: souls bound in chains, led to a black door with jagged spikes and a skull at its top.

These chained souls trembled and muttered in fear, their terror evident with every step. Whenever one entered the door, cries of despair or screams echoed out.

Returning to Alex, he waited patiently. The line moved gradually until one day or at an unknown moment, someone in the queue on his right began shouting with excitement. This soul spoke of strange names and desires to wreak chaos, dragging others into darkness and performing bizarre acts.

The enthusiastic soul noticed Alex looking at him and began rambling excitedly about incomprehensible things. He boasted about becoming the strongest and a god, even claiming to be the lover of some peculiar cat. Alex listened politely, occasionally nodding in acknowledgment.

One day, however, things took an unexpected turn. The excited soul broke out of his line and ran toward Alex, hugging him around the neck while showing off his envelope with unbridled excitement. Yet, before the story could be repeated for the 128th time, a hand landed on the soul's shoulder.

The soul turned to see a soldier in silver armor standing behind him. Irritated, he yelled at the soldier to remove his hand, but instead, the grip tightened. The soul yelped in pain and dropped his envelope, releasing Alex's neck as he clutched his shoulder.

The soldier dragged the unruly soul away, his cries of pain echoing. Others in the queues ignored him, save for the chained souls, who smirked or chuckled darkly. Alex, intrigued, looked at the fallen envelope and picked it up.

The line continued to move. Eventually, Alex reached a door that opened automatically. Inside, a figure sat at a desk, writing with a quill. The figure glanced up, then back down, only to pause moments later, setting aside the quill with a sigh.

The figure rose, walked to the right of the room, and opened a glowing white door. Staring at Alex, they spoke:

[You souls never follow instructions. You wander into the wrong lines or cause chaos. That soul earlier joined the line for new souls, and now one of them holds a reincarnation envelope.]

Alex, confused, said nothing. The figure continued:

[As soon as you touched that envelope, the opportunity to reincarnate became yours. What's written within is now you responsibility. Whether you choose to follow its path or forge a new one is up to you. Enter the portal and begin your new life.]

Alex stepped forward, still perplexed. Upon entering, he found himself in a white room where five floating messages appeared:

[Congratulations on this opportunity for reincarnation. Your new life will begin shortly.]

[Your letter has been received and accepted.]

[Your new life as Ryomen Sukuna begins now.]

[You have chosen the appearance and abilities of Ryomen Sukuna post-battle with Gojo Satoru, granting you the Cursed Technique: Malevolent Shrine and the Ten Shadows Technique.]

[Enjoy your new life and fulfill your desires.]

After reading each message, he still couldn't understand what was happening. The text boxes disappeared, and a white door appeared in front of him. With nothing else to do, he reached out his hand to the door handle, but another text box appeared.

[Since your desire is quite strong for the world and the god of that planet, a copy of that world has been created. You don't need to worry about the negative consequences. You are free to enjoy the world and create either peace or destruction.]

Pausing for a few seconds to read the message, he decided to take note of it and fully opened the door. A bright white light hit him straight in the face, and soon he found himself on planet Earth.

And this is how we arrive at the present moment. Alex, now better known as Ryomen Sukuna, lay staring at the ceiling. He reached into the right pocket of his shorts and pulled out a rather wrinkled, ugly red finger. He examined it for a moment, turning it over to look at every angle before placing it back in his pocket.

"I understand the message now, but... is Ryomen Sukuna really such a bad person?"

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This just came to me out of nowhere. I'm not sure if it's good, but if you like the introduction, let me know your thoughts so I can continue the story!

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