Fortune-Telling Can't Save the Jujutsu World

When I was born, sweet dew filled the courtyard and seven treasures sprang from the earth. The few Celestial Masters in the land all came rushing to my home, fighting to take me as their disciple.

They said I was born with a Daoist body, a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, and the one with the best chance of ascending in this age of declining cultivation. In ancient times, the whole nation would have worshipped me as a divine child.

Then, when I was sixteen, I transmigrated to another world.

...Well, since things have come to this, let's start with a divination.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru encountered a boy around their age on the streets of Tokyo.

The boy wore the same little round sunglasses as Gojo Satoru, and had a stall in front of him with a sign that read: "Fortune-Telling and Face Reading, Unerringly Accurate."

The craziest part was that several Grade 1 Cursed Spirits were gathered around the stall, helping out with tears in their eyes.

The two strongest: We've seen everything... Well, not this.

A certain Six-Eyed divine child pushed up his little round sunglasses and eagerly prepared to join in.

A certain Curse Manipulator: ...Get back here!

Watching the two idiots hit it off and chat away, Geto Suguru could dimly glimpse his future, fretting himself bald.

Theme: There is always a higher heaven and a greater world beyond. People must not shut themselves off from the world. They should learn to explore wider horizons, keep striving, and find success.