The Immortal's Cursed Technique Gacha Simulator

[Coming soon: A face-blind rookie's life at the distillery and Yonghe Temple~]

You are an ordinary member of the Long-Life Species.

Your life plan has always been to die in battle, or, if you were lucky, live for a few thousand years before being killed by someone wielding a Devil's Fruit, until a workaholic card-drawing System came knocking...

For the sake of tomorrow's jujutsu world, be a workaholic with me for the rest of your life!

The good news: You don't have to worry about the future anymore, because your System is here! Complete missions to draw cards. You'll have a limitless supply of all kinds of items, curios, and skills.

The bad news: This world is full of strange creatures that make your sanity plummet just by looking at them. Your job is to remake the world into the one you hope for.

You: “A chosen-one power fantasy? Not my thing. I refuse.”

The System sighed: [Is there really nothing you can do?]

...Fine. You win.

A workaholic burst onto the scene in the jujutsu world, and all kinds of rumors began to spread:

Some said you were the Higher-Ups' lackey. Some said you were the mastermind behind a newly risen zaibatsu. Others said you had changed the course of scientific and technological development and hailed you as the creator of a machine empire.

The rumors grew wilder and wilder. You became the jujutsu world's Y-K-W, and people gave you a grand title: Legendary Workaholic.

Your peers and juniors all weighed in to “set the record straight”:

“Definitely legendary.” So said Geto, who had been lured into the jujutsu world by his senior's glorious deeds.

“She's the very definition of a workaholic.” So said Utahime, who hardly ever saw her fellow student more than a few times a week.

“She's just stingy!” Gojo, the only one who had never received a gift from his senior, shouted, speaking for himself alone.

Elsewhere, at a mission site, you drew your longsword, only to aim it at the phantom projected by the System:

“Tell me your real identity.

“And tell me the ultimate purpose of this world.”

[Uncle's Walk] An unsigned diary

* Went out today and picked up a partner. They seem a little unreliable.

* Time to test our chemistry. Let's see what kind of surprises you can bring me!

* What a wonderful partner. Thanks to the Reignbow Arbiter for this gift.

* You're such a loyal friend, partner! You even invited me to be your bride at your wedding... Wait, something doesn't seem right!

Reader Advisory:

* There are lots of foreshadowing details, so read carefully (highlighted).

* Jujutsu Kaisen + Honkai: Star Rail. Jujutsu Kaisen is the main setting. The Honkai: Star Rail elements appear in card-drawing items and the protagonist's memories. There are lots of personal interpretations, but you don't need to have played the game to enjoy the story.

* The protagonist is a Xianzhou Long-Life Species with maxed-out combat abilities.

* Inline comments are open. Feel free to leave a paw print.

---Coming Soon---

[The blurb will be revised, but the core won't change: a System, face blindness, Yonghe Temple, and a protagonist who looks fragile but is actually incredibly strong]

Everyone from true liquor to fake liquor to cannon fodder who spent time in the distillery knew there were three great unsolved mysteries: Gin's nationality, Vermouth's age, and Brandy's thought process.

Wary of the codename “Brandy,” a certain blond undercover agent met her for the first time:

Wait, no matter how he looked at her from every angle, why did she seem like an ordinary young girl?

Unlike his carefully concealed confusion, the moment she saw him, the girl's eyes lit up. She slapped the table and stood up. “Golden Hair, is there anything you wish for?”

Vodka hurriedly tried to stop her. “Brandy, don't say things like that...”

The girl: “What's wrong, Gin? You wished for all the rats to disappear, and didn't I put glue traps at every hideout? Have you seen even one rat since then?”

Unable to take it any longer, Gin cocked his pistol and aimed it at the girl's forehead. “Brandy, shut up.”

The girl: “Vodka, you dare point a gun at me! I'm the same rank as your big brother!”

The “Golden Hair” stared with dead fish eyes. So she was face-blind after all?

The next second...

The girl’s chest heaved several times. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell straight backward.

The “Golden Hair” panicked. What! Did she pass out from anger?!

Wait, was that table already cracked from the beginning?!

You woke up in a laboratory with no memories and no idea where you came from.

Someone who called itself a System told you that if you fulfilled the wishes of 100 important people, you could regain your memories.

You: “How am I supposed to know which people are important?”

System: [I've given you a golden finger. Only important people's faces won't be covered in mosaics, and the more important they are, the clearer their faces will be!]

The System was very pleased with itself, but you were desperate. Why could everyone else's golden fingers take them to the heavens and under the earth, while yours could only plaster a mosaic over someone's face? Wasn't that a form of mental pollution?

But to get your memories back... the wish-granting world will welcome its god.

Theme: Everyone good enough deserves a better ending