Ze Ximu, the most notorious curse user of the same era as Sukuna, was a technique prodigy who bathed half the sky in blood. Eccentric and cold-blooded, he reveled in slaughter and even sealed himself away so he could wait for a worthy nemesis to fight to his heart's content.
But when he awoke one day, he found the jujutsu world of a thousand years later was... this?
The sorcerer hailed as the "strongest" couldn't last ten moves against him. After knocking the man flat, Ze Ximu crouched down and lowered his eyes, his voice teasing: "Those eyes are wasted on you. Why not let me gouge them out?"
The rare "Cursed Spirit Manipulation" earned the young man a reprieve. Standing before the disheveled black-haired boy, Ze Ximu's eyes curved as he smiled like a considerate, kindhearted childhood friend next door. "How about using your body as a vessel to cultivate the next me?"
Theme: The world is beautiful.
