The Cursed King Was the Kid I Raised in My Past Life

Gojo Eri once adopted a child. The child was evil by nature, knew nothing of affection, and understood only madness and desire. He was a true-born bad seed.

But Gojo Eri didn't care. She wasn't exactly a good person herself. She adopted the child simply to keep him as a fierce pet and amuse herself.

Later, a conspiracy that swept through the entire jujutsu world caught Gojo Eri off guard, and she died.

Just like that. It happened so fast.

Gojo Eri had said she'd spend the evening watching the lantern festival with her adopted child, but plans change. Oh well!

Gojo Eri had always done whatever she pleased, so she cheerfully let go of all worldly concerns and reincarnated.

But just because she let go didn't mean her adopted child, who was obsessive and deranged, could do the same.

A thousand years later.

Gojo Eri was happily enjoying the air conditioning, soda, ice cream, potato chips, fried chicken... Life was good.

One year, at the end of December, Gojo Eri showed up in her slippers and slapped one special-grade sorcerer after another. She tucked two grown-up kids who'd been fighting bitterly under her arms and dragged them home for a thorough scolding, leaving them babbling as if they'd been hit with Unlimited Void.

After that battle, everyone knew Gojo Eri was anything but ordinary. She was a calamity, a harbinger of doom!

Gojo Eri was very happy with her life as it was. She spent her days beating up her little brother (5t5: Have you no manners?), tending her plants, and eating delicious food. There were countless fun games to play, too... Her life now was much more comfortable than it had been in her previous life.

Until one day, she ran into her younger brother's students. Amid the bizarre atmosphere, Gojo Eri finally managed to say,