Shoko Says No

[Coming soon: The Vessel of Sukuna Is an Illusionist] [Currently writing: I Toyed with Sukuna, Then Made My Escape]

[Coming soon] The Vessel of Sukuna Is an Illusionist

Abandoned by her family and lying on the operating table, with no gods or angels in sight, she was saved by a gentle boy with a handsome pineapple-shaped hairstyle.

From then on, Chrome found her own god, and she would believe in him for the rest of her life.

On the third day after becoming a guardian of the [redacted], there was no time to mourn one of the world's seven strongest after their very first battle. Next up: Chrome, the vessel of Sukuna, about to have her clothes blasted off.

Forget it, maybe we should mourn after all. Clothes getting blasted off is not okay!

After transmigrating ten years into the future, with no help from Lord Mukuro, the missing organs in her body caused her searing pain, while unknown enemies watched her hungrily.

Just then, Ryomen Sukuna proposed a deal.

"I'll restore your organs, and you..."

"No."

Chrome clutched her trident, curling up her frail body. Her one remaining eye shone brightly.

"I will never betray Lord Mukuro."

Ryomen Sukuna, known as the King of Curses, discovered he could exist inside two people at once: a boy and a girl.

The boy seemed awfully noisy, while the girl didn't look very appetizing. She was all skin and bones, and had no internal organs.

The only good thing was that he could fight powerful opponents. But the girl he possessed had a strong mind and pushed him out whenever he was enjoying himself.

At his wit's end, Ryomen Sukuna decided to teach her a lesson by ripping out her heart.

"Make a binding vow with me, and I'll save you."

Chrome: "Kufufu..."

Ryomen Sukuna: "Who are you?"

Then he watched the missing section of the girl's chest slowly fill in.

Oh, she's alive!

Blurb:

Shoko was lucky. Her classmates were the Six-Eyed Child of Heaven and a Pokémon Master who could control cursed spirits.

As the only Reverse Cursed Technique user in the jujutsu world, Shoko Ieiri ought to feel honored.

But that was only if she hadn't seen the future.

Shoko took a deep drag on her cigarette, feeling like this was going to be a problem.

Shoko: I want to die...

Gojo: If it's you, Shoko, they'll dig up your corpse even after you're dead!

Geto: Gojo, be nice to Shoko.

Shoko gave the two scumbags a strange look. Gojo's instincts were spot-on about some things.

Someone had indeed been dug up and put to a whole lot of use.

If she couldn't die, then all she could do was...

Run away.

After faking her death, Shoko arrived in a new world: Wow!

Was Japan, where eight people died every day, really the Japan she knew?

The workaholic Emperor of Part-Time Jobs, who juggled several jobs a day, sensed something was wrong. When had his country become so unscientific?

The weight on his shoulders and eyes that seemed to catch glimpses of bizarre things made him wonder if he was simply too tired.

Shoko:

Shoko: How can you call me unscientific? You're the ones who are unscientific!

While Shoko smoked, drank, and occasionally earned some extra cash treating rich people,

the people from the jujutsu world still found her.

Not that she'd planned to stay hidden for long.

But...

Gojo: Sure, it annoys me a little that Shoko's been gone so long, but you rotten oranges have no say in this!

Geto: Gojo, don't say the quiet part out loud. I'm glad Shoko looks so lively, but she was under too much pressure, wasn't she?

Gojo: No matter how you look at it, the old rotten oranges are to blame. That's so messed up!

Blond Public Security agent: As a citizen, as long as you don't break the law, the police will always protect you.

The good girls she knew: Don't be afraid. We'll always be here for you...

Shoko sucked on a piece of candy, thinking this world was actually pretty nice.

The Unscientific World vs. the Detective World

Theme: A kind, healthy, and happy life