Yes, I Volunteered to Push Gojo Satoru

Weng Ming Le was reborn.

In his previous life, he had been so enraged by reading too many manga with terrible endings that he died of it. Given another life, he was going to pick up the butcher's knife and strike first...

"Hold it, buddy. We're a respectable organization. We don't do murder or arson. And this isn't rebirth, it's transmigration!"

The System, which had partnered with Weng Ming Le through a full 998 worlds, played along with his act.

"Uh... No matter." Weng Ming Le's mind raced. "If the transmigration is ordinary, then the story definitely won't be. Send me the nodes where this world's plot goes off the rails."

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A page of manga, a few panels, and a person split in half.

Weng Ming Le: "? Why does this person look a little familiar..."

"That's Gojo Satoru."

Weng Ming Le: "??"

"I said that's Gojo Satoru," the System repeated.

Weng Ming Le: "???"

"Wait, what? # %...￥&...%& QAQ!!"

*

Weng Ming Le didn't consider himself an especially honorable person, so until now, he'd always thought he would go to hell after he died.

But he didn't think that anymore.

After reading Jujutsu Kaisen, his sins had been paid for. :)

"So what are you going to do?"

In the dim Tomb of the Star Corridor, the smoke from a revolver hung close to his face. The scales in the hands of the boy concealed in the shadows shimmered faintly with golden light.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to start by changing the source of every tragedy, of course."

"I'll save Riko Amanai."

*

In the world of jujutsu, everyone seemed to be terribly busy.

Everyone was working toward the best possible future for the jujutsu world they envisioned.

Whether you were Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru, Kenjaku, or even a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.

Weng Ming Le, though, was different.

After conducting his field research, the first thing he did was furiously write a ten-thousand-character essay on why Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would never end up together, then trade blows with the System.

A System that shipped Gojo and Geto was shattered just like that.

It wasn't until later that the Tokyo Jujutsu High School had a middle school division, then an elementary school division too; jujutsu sorcerers from ordinary families flourished everywhere, and the decaying upper ranks of the school were abolished.

Sukuna was sealed, Kenjaku was brought to justice, and Fushiguro Toji's rehabilitation was a great success.

No one died, and every conspiracy fell apart one after another.

The System slowly typed a question mark. "Weng Ming Le, what did you do?"

Weng Ming Le pressed his palms together, his face full of holy serenity. "I don't create wishes."

???

"I'm just a courier for wishes."

As for how I deliver them, that's none of your business.

*

Much later, Gojo Satoru brought up the subject one day.

"When did you fall for me?" Weng Ming Le looked as if he were still there, but in truth, he'd already mentally left a while ago.

Oh, man. He couldn't exactly say it was because he'd happened to come across a cute little comic strip about Gojo and Geto, and that was what made him start supporting Gojo as a solo fan.

"Yes, I'm a Gojo fan of my own free will." The boy smiled and gave a completely irrelevant answer, clearly having read the question.

Gojo Satoru: "???"

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1. It's almost 2026. Who is it that still can't let go? Haha, turns out it's me. (

2. The bottom is the protagonist, and the pairing is Gojo Satoru. Those who ship Gojo and Geto like the System, please take note and avoid this if it's not for you.

3. Updates follow the rankings. New chapters at six in the evening.

4. The "so" in "Suo" is the "so" in Kenjaku.

5. Yes, I watched Jujutsu Kaisen of my own free will. (Maniacal expression.)

Theme: If I don't like the ending, I'll rewrite it myself