When I open my eyes, the world is an unending torture chamber. Fine.
Hundreds of millions of information streams, fluctuations in atmospheric frequencies, the cursed energy residue within a one-kilometer radius, all pour into my brain like boiling lava. This is the "Six Eyes," a miracle that all beings look up to, and a curse that repeatedly flays the soul alive.
In the summer of my nineteenth year, the Inverted Spear of Heaven pierced my throat, and blood flowed backward into my lungs.
This is where the "Son of God" awakens in the original story, but here it is the fuse that sets this world on a path to ruin.
When a soul with a modern mind takes control of this body amid a pool of blood, the gears of causality let out a grating crack.
• What if saving Riko Amanai is wrong?
• What if pulling Suguru Geto back from the abyss is wrong?
• What if violently purging those rotten "higher-ups" is wrong, too?
Then, in this jujutsu world, trapped in a script called "fate," what is the value of doing the right thing?
"A butterfly flaps its wings not to create a storm, but to work out a path to survival in this wilderness of logic, one where everyone can live."
There are no mindless rewards from the System here, only the ultimate game of information.
There is no arrogant domination through brute strength, only a clash of causes and consequences spanning a thousand years.
I am Satoru Gojo.
I am working out whether this world will live or die.
