One day, Ichinoraku Otome, an utterly ordinary first-year girl at Tokyo Jujutsu High in the world of a manga, suddenly awakened.
At first, she thought it was the malice of the world at large. After she broke through the fourth wall, all kinds of cursed spirits that used to treat her like a minor nuisance suddenly swarmed toward her as if they'd smelled wagyu beef. Her luck also kept getting worse by the day. At first, it was the sort of rare bad luck you could avoid with an umbrella, like a bird pooping on you from above. Gradually, it became things like a truck loaded with concrete barreling straight at her while she was in the city center eating a parfait.
Terrified, Otome immediately scrambled back to her dorm at Jujutsu High. A bright, cheerful girl was forced into becoming a shut-in.
After three weeks of being a heartbroken shut-in who couldn't get a parfait, Ichinoraku Otome threw off her blankets and got angry.
I'll hire eighty bodyguards to escort me.
A Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer on either side to guard me, Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerers to clear the way ahead and behind, and a Special Grade Sorcerer to lead the way above. Surely that'll work?
But such a lavish lifestyle costs money.
Ichinoraku Otome racked her brains and agonized over it for a long time. In the end, she quietly pointed her camera at the Special Grade Sorcerer clearing the way above her.
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In the Jujutsu Kaisen, Bungo Stray Dogs, and Demon Slayer fandoms, there's an amazing creator known as the human photocopier. Whatever they make looks just like the original, without a hint of being out of character. Their output is abundant and high-quality, to the delight of the fans. It's as if a god had returned to earth.
The fans waited until the seas ran dry and the earth grew old, and at last got the good news that the amazing creator was going to sell merch.
The fans pulled out their wallets in delight. "What kind of awful merch is the official company putting out? Amazing creator! I'll take three sets of the first batch!"
As she kept selling, Ichinoraku Otome realized she was gradually becoming a rich woman.
And that rich woman was on her way to becoming the richest person in the world.
Looking at the juniors bullied by the Jujutsu Society, the classmates ordered around by the Jujutsu Society, the red-haired boy tormented by the Port Mafia, and the junior from her school who had to sell charcoal because they were poor, Ichinoraku Otome quietly spent a fortune.
The juniors/classmates/boy/younger schoolmate, stunned by the fortune she'd spent on them: ?
Ichinoraku Otome smiled fondly. "Licensing fees."
Theme: Always victorious.
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