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Potential’s Chap 1: Sorcerer in the City
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 21:51:24 +0000 UTCOur young urchin-haired Protagonist enters into the chamber of a certain Goddess of Beauty.
He finds the Divine Beauty, more bare than usual, her eyes lidded, reclined salaciously across her opulent couch.
“Well…are you just going to watch?”
“Heh, I’m in danger and…I don’t mind that at all!”
Freya gave a pleased squeak as the young man quite literally dove into her bed.
(Poor Ottar really did not want to hear his adopted mother's delighted moans as that was being done to her.)
Is it Wrong to have Potential in the Dungeon
The enthralling epic of SI who manages to get a harem whilst…
…keeping his Yandere Goddess happy!?
Arc 1: The Cursed Hero
Chapter 1: Sorcerer in the City
Jin POV
I always wanted a palace like this. The perfect mixture of impenetrable fortress and fairy-tale mansion. The four looming walls put just the right amount of fear into those who gazed at it, while the cathedral-looking building inside made me think it belonged to an Elven Princess.
Though I’m not sure if Riveria would actually want to live here. Twilight Manor is far plainer in my opinion, but she seemed to have no problem there. That, or she doesn’t want to admit that their biggest rival has a better home than them.
Oh, sorry for going on a tangent about my (plus a certain Loki Familia Vice-Captain’s) architectural tastes. I never introduced myself, did I? Well, to do that, we have to go way back to the ancient times… approximately an hour ago.
What my body looked like before doesn’t matter and, neither does the mind this body used to possess. What does matter though? Is that my cultured noggin was sent to the body of one Fushiguro Megumi outside of Orario.
Hence, Fushiguro Dosojin was born. I named myself after a type of Shinto Gods that protect travelers. Quite appropriate for someone who got Isakied, no?
Did I actually do it so that my nickname could be Jin?… Maybe. I’m chuuni and I know it~
I promise to do your dead wife’s name proud, Papa Toji!… Please come back home.
“Hey! What are ya doin’ over there?!” A scratchy-ass voice yelled out to some unfortunate soul. To the detriment of my even more unfortunate ears.
Getting your chest pulverized with shards of your ribs stabbing your internal organs, while a similar feeling of excruciating pain comes from your shoulder blades and the back of your head from being hurled into a concrete wall —all courtesy of a very familiar multiversal transporting vehicle —was…not fun.
Who the fuck am I kidding?! It was the worst (and last) experience of my life! I’m gonna find that four wheeled psycho! I’m gonna slowly tear it apart piece by piece! Then I’m gonna throw it in a fucking black hole!
If I had to die, why couldn’t have been in my own bed around ninety with a belly full of Nutella on brioche bread and watching the last episode of One Piece on a hologram!
That’s right, bitches! That’s my One Piece Agenda! Luffy’s still trying to be Pirate King in 2095! Oda’s still alive and kicking at 120!
How?! He’s fucking Goda! That’s how!
No! I’m not coping! You’re coping that the greatest manga ever put to paper is about to end!
When my torment finally came to end, I was assaulted with memories. From being in a tight, dark and wet place to the arms of a woman who smelled like ginger. From seeing my dad for the last time to meeting a white haired weirdo. From watching my beloved sister fall into a coma to just today receiving orders from the aforementioned weirdo to find a finger of the King of Curses.
Then as the recollection of this more mentally stable Sasuke’s (Not like that's hard) life ended, I regained consciousness. I found myself standing in front of the gates of a walled city.
The fact I heard a guard wearing an elephant mask screaming “I AM GANESHA…’S CHILD”, every time someone—many looking like they were from Middle Earth—entered the medieval city, plus that big ass tower tells me this is Orario.
I know! What impressive detective work. Sherlock Holmes, Detective Conan and Scooby Doo, who?
The next thirty minutes revolved around my great effort to not have a panic attack at my horrific death, body jacking of an anime character, getting said character’s memories getting imprinted onto me and being sent to a fantasy world.
Ten of them were spent contemplating the experience of being pushed through a womb. Not pleasant. I’ll never look at stuffed turkey the same again.
When I went to the gates to gain entry, the guards were kind enough to help me understand an important fact about myself. I was broke. They looked at me like I was a lunatic when I accidentally gave them a wad of Yen.
The problem of not having any of the local currency was solved by one Hashana Dorlia of the Ganesha Familia. A Level 4 who just came back from a quest in Melen, when he heard about my predicament. The guy paid for my entry and said to just me to just pay him back whenever I could.
He was even nice enough to ask if I needed anything else. So I asked for directions to the Freya Familia home, Folkvangr.
“Can’t ya hear me!?” Yes the entire street can. No wonder whoever you’re yelling at doesn’t want to come near someone who sounds like they eat sandpaper for breakfast.
Now why, you may ask, would I want to join the Familia of an antagonist, the organization of a manipulator, the simping cult of a THOT!
Why not the Loki Familia? While they don’t have a Level 7, they also aren’t made up of fanatics. Or the Familia of Best Boy Ganesha whose child helped me in my time of destitution. Or even the classic option of the somewhat (read: extremely) cockblocking but devoted Goddess of Hearth.
The reason is simple. They wouldn't push me.
They would try to understand me, to guide me and to love me. They would treat me like family and I would be happy and content.
My procrastination-prome ass can’t afford that. I need to be drowned in competition and selfishness. The majority of the Freya Familia for one reason or another are obsessed with their goddess. So when I come in, get all of her attention and regularly come out of her room in the mornings…
…For updates, of course. What did you think I was talking about? Anyways, back to monologuing.
They will try to hurt me. It wasn’t arrogant of me to assume that either. My foreign soul and exotic abilities are sure to catch her attention. That’s exactly what I want. I can hate my future Familia members, If they hate me first. I could disregard their feelings and use them as nothing more than stepping stones to get to my goal without any guilt.
I need my teamwork with my Shikigami to be better than what the Gulliver brothers have with each other. I need my sorcery and martial arts to be superior to the magic and swordsmanship of Hogni and Hedin. I need to be faster, more agile and have greater reflexes than Allen. I need to surpass Ottar.
I needed Freya to make my soul shine. She found Arry, a pathetic little girl who thought she needed to pretend to be a boy to have any vestige of power and left her a leader for the history books.
What could she do with a wielder of the Ten Shadows?
“Stop fuckin’ ignoring me!” God, can’t this guy take a hint? I would shut him up myself if I wasn’t busy monologuing to the audience.
After giving my heartfelt thanks to Hashana, I focused my cursed energy (which was now a toxic green colour for some reason) to my feet and started jumping rooftops, following the directions I was given. During those twenty minutes or so I worked my brain to calculate the percent of fucked I was.
At the start of the series, Megumi was an experienced Grade 2. Meaning that he could take down a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit on his own, something which would make even a tank useless. That should put him around Level Two, because I’m pretty sure a Minotaur could go toe to toe with a tank.
Asterius, before becoming a Xenos, would probaly fuck it up until it’s junkyard scrap if it avoids getting blown to bits from a shell hit.
I have the Ten Shadows. However, I could currently only summon the Divine Dogs, Nue, Gama and Orochi. The other six I had to exorcise on my own. That was gonna be troublesome. Forget Mahoraga, how am I supposed to catch a million rabbits! I’m not Megumi!
Megumi has been trained since the age of six, in both Sorcery and Martial Arts by Gojo himself. Even tailing him on some missions as an observer. He was said to be a genius who had the potential to match or even surpass the pinnacle of the Jujutsu World by the said blindfolded pinnacle himself.
This was a world of titans. The first Monster Rex, the Level Four Goliath, is a Special-Grade threat. Then there were the First-Class Adventurers who easily surpassed the Disaster Curses. While the fact that the Level 7 Zald and almost Level 7 Ottar’s clashes shook the goddamn city means Gojo and Sukuna are Level 6 at best.
Gojo and Sukuna were broken compared to the rest of the JJK cast, but here they would have multiple superiors. The previous Captains of the Zeus and Hera Familia were fucking Level 8 and Level 9, respectively.
Megumi would have been screwed if he was here.
I, on the other hand, am more screwed. I may now know how to channel cursed energy, may know to fight bare handed along with multiple types of weaponry, may have extensive knowledge of everything Jujutsu since the Heian Era and more. But..
…the thing is, that’s all Megumi. I only bring some creativity, lack of morality and pop culture references to the table. At the end of the day I’m just an imitation of the Potential Man.
But there are no rules that an imitation cannot surpass the original. I only hope I can become the Emiya of JJK in Danmachi (never though I say that), instead of just having the potential for it…
…Like a certain someone. Oh yeah, I’m going there.
Physically I’m base human but that can be solved with Cursed Energy. My reserves are also far greater than what Megumi originally had. This was probably due to my own negative emotions throughout my life. Everything from the embarrassment of sneezing too loudly in public to the pit of hate, pain, fear and rage from my traumatic last moments.
Unfortunately I’m someone who came from a world without sorcery. I could have been like a vengeful spirit like Rika! Jin the Emperor of Curses! But alas, that was not to be… At least, my reserves are firmly in First Grade now.
So combined with Blessing Boy’s skill and my angst boost, my power level should be around a Level 3 Magic Swordsmen. Pretty good so far as my luck is concerned.
“This is your last chance to walk away!” Alright, speeding up the exposition, I need to shut this guy up. He sounded like how a raw lemon tastes.
I was sent to this world because of the whims of some higher power. I’m pretty sure only conquering all 100 floors of the Dungeon or defeating the One-eyed Black Dragon are the only things he or she or even they—I’m progressive and shit like that—would consider a suitable “entertainment”.
Probably both, considering my luck. Bearing in mind what I’m feeling from the center of the city isn’t good.
There was also an ungodly amount of Cursed Energy coming from the Dungeon. It should be the equivalent to not just Japan but the entire damn Jujutsu world many times over. A Cursed Spirit with the technique that allows it to birth countless curses…
...Including a certain one eyed, black scaled lizard that could turn countries to barren wastelands like it did to Allen and Anya’s. Yeah, that’s gonna keep me up at night.
How the hell am I supposed to beat an approximately Level 10 or 11 monstrosity that’s probably getting a wind boost from Aria?
It’s based on the Ziz of Jewish Myth, right? The oft-forgotten third monster representing the sky, eternally overshadowed by its more popular compatriots Behemoth and Leviathan.
So you heard it here first folks, Aria gave us Ais and spiritual wind to a global calamity. Nine out of Ten stars on the Spirit MILF.
As much as my cursed power was ironically a blessing it could also prove to be a detriment. If it became public knowledge that the Dungeon and I shared the same source of energy, the result would not be pretty. Adventurers were the type of people to kill first and ask questions later.
I can already imagine the adamantite pitch forks, magic swords as torches and KKK uniforms made from dragon hide. I really did not want to get lynched in front of Babel on a Saturday night. That wouldn’t be a problem, of course, If I had the protection of Orario’s strongest Familia.
Thank god for my empty bladder or I would have ruined these pants. On that note I need to change out of this Jujutsu Tech uniform as soon as possible.
I need to leave my future worshipers with enough objects of veneration, after all.
“I’ll kill you!” Huh, looks like that voice was talking to me this whole time. It also belonged to the Dwarf Freya Familia guard marching towards me with a thunderous expression.
I felt a familiar spreading of my cursed energy burst from my stomach–
“There will be no need for that.” A melodious voice broke the tense atmosphere, the guard broke his stride and his enraged face turned euphoric as if he was gazing at paradise. The women’s words had an alluring mental component similar to Hanami’s flower bed technique.
I quickly flood my brain, eyes, ears, tongue and skin with cursed energy. Reinforcing your mind and senses counters against mental attacks. Just to make sure I start thinking of Tsukimi…
…I think we're good. Thank god, for Megumi’s extremely complicated feelings towards his step-sister.
I turn around to find my suspicions confirmed. Yep, that’s a Goddess of Beauty all right, cloaked though she may be. With a flawless face, snow white skin, silver hair and silver eyes peeking from under the hood. That smile of hers could begin or stop wars.
The divine aura surrounding her was frankly alien to my senses. The closest comparison I could give would be a strange mix of Cursed Energy and Reversed Cursed Energy yet at the same it was…more than that? No, it was beyond that, beyond anything I had felt in either lives and that kinda freaked me out.
The knowledge of this being a man eater, my own sis-conness and good old cursed energy saved me from her divine charm, though…somewhat.
Behind her stood her executives, from the midget quadruplets (was that racist?) to the King himself. They looked at me like a bug that needed to be smashed (Besides Ottar, dude just looks like he couldn’t care less).
I think Freya and the upper echelons of her fan club just came back from the Kaois Desert and …wait, the chances of us meeting like this are slim to none. Did she follow me here?
“I do apologize for my child’s rudeness. Please allow me to repay you for any inconvenience, Mr...” She was definitely interested in my soul if she was going out of her way to interact with me.
Alright it’s show time. Just let me put on my best Uchiha face, “Fushiguro Dosojin, call me Jin. If you want to repay me, let me join your Familia”, by that of course, I mean Itachi the Traumatizer.
The peanut gallery (Ottar doesn’t count, that big boy is definitely a walnut) looks furious at my audacity. Probably should have used Shisui the Besto Friendo, instead. But, what am I supposed to do? Send an application and wait patiently for Lord knows how long, without a single valis to my name?
“Why would you like to be one of my children, Jin~” Ma’am, you can keep your seductive name rolling to yourself.
“I need power.” God that was cringe. How did Sasuke not die of being so tryhard?...Oh, wait the whole “Watching his family die for seventy two Hours” thing.
Her smile widened at that, like it was just what she wanted to hear. “I can give you the means, yes. If you can use them properly depends on yourself. Can you do that for me, Jin?”
I’m not gonna do shit for your Yandere ass! I don’t say that though, I don’t want to be a red paste under Ottar’s fist.
“I will.” Just you wait till I hit Level 8, then I’m not gonna hold my tongue against you!…Why do I feel like I just proclaimed exactly what will happen, but in a very different and lewd context.
She gave an approving nod. “I have no doubt about that. However, I don’t think your Familia would appreciate losing such a unique member.” The coy smile conveyed just how much that would matter to her though.
Also, what did she mean by uni- Oh! She saw my cursed energy. Of course her Discerning Eye is basically this world’s version of the Six Eyes.
Man, Gojo-sensei would love being compared to a Goddess of Beauty. The Fushiguro part of me ached at the fact that he would not see his (our?) toothbrush haired menace of a sugar daddy.
“I’ve never been in a Familia or had a Blessing.” Can’t lie so why bother trying? Even if I could, this eternity old vixen would have been able to tell.
She looked baffled at that. Yes! Ten Points for Slytherin! Can I get a cheer for the Magic Hitler Youth!…No? Probably for the best.
“Then pray tell, what was that green magic I just saw? Do you perhaps have some elf in you?” She tilted her head to the side and her eyes sparkled with curiosity. That’s way too lethal.
Also, I have this nagging feeling there was some other reason she assumed I was in a Familia. Questions for later.
“It wasn't magic. My body is completely human as well. My soul on the other…let’s just say yours truly is a unique masterpiece of the spiritual variety. Though not the kind you’re familiar with.” Just the right amount of deflection and mystery in my response to keep her captivated.
Oi, oi, oi, I know I wanted you to obsess over me, but stop looking at me like I’m dinner. I am not fucking Tacos! It’s not even a Tuesday!…I think? Gonna have to check with Lebron to confirm.
“Why don’t we continue this conversation inside?” Don't frame demands as questions! Don't link your arm with mine, either!
The guard from before looks like he regretted not running me down earlier. The executives looked like they were gonna punish him for not running me down earlier. These guys really be putting the ‘dysfunctional’ in front of the ‘Familia’ around here.
“Svartalf, would you mind joining us in the garden?” The finally named Dwarf guy (Strangled Svar must be his nickname) hurried to follow his goddess’s will.
God, It’s just embarrassing for a seasoned monster hunter to look like a middle schooler who just found out his crush knows his name.
We made our way through the portcullis to the mansion inside which looked like it belonged to an ancient Greek High-Priest. So much marble! From there we went into the halls, which were covered in tasteful decadence. Crystal chandeliers, magnificent carpets, porcelain vases filled with exotic flowers, you name it.
The walls depicting their divine patron and the exploits of their Familia past and present. They even had a Tapestry! I want a Tapestry! This one seemed to depict Ottar’s victory over Zald.
It would get a seven out of ten on DeviantArt.
If there was something you would imagine a wealthy aristocrat with a taste for Classical Hellenic Temples would have, Folkvagnr had two. Which kinda makes sense considering how deep the cultural links were between Swedish Vikings and the Greek Byzantines.
The History buff within me approves!
I especially love norse helmets with minotaur horns! I know they’re not historically accurate, but that doesn’t mean they’re not iconic!
“Now, won’t you quench this goddess’s thirst for knowledge?” Framing your requests lewdly yet tastefully, a classic thot move. Looks like it’s time for some more exposition.
I straightened my back, clenched my cheeks, cleared my throat and called upon the Anime Youtuber inside me.
“The green aura you saw me use was Cursed Energy. It was my negative emotions coalescing up and blending together into forming power. Power that is used by us, Jujutsu sorcerers, to power a variety of techniques.” Freya’s eyes do a very anime shine.
“By “us” do you mean there are others with this ability?” It’s disturbing how much she sounds like my niece when she wants more toys.
“Nope! As of recently, I’m the only one in the world.” Because before being chucked in here, there were none. Half Truths for the win!
Half truths! Serving Sorcerers and cheating spouses (sometimes both at the same) since God knows when!
“What techniques can cursed energy be used for?” She gave no clue to whether she liked or disliked my rarity.
“Its basic applications are reinforcement, both physical and mental. Though it cannot heal injuries, it can keep wounds from getting worse.” Wouldn't be a shounen power system without some old fashion superpowered male on male fisting…
…That came out very wrong and I’m not apologizing.
“The advanced applications being?” I should probably answer her question instead of continuing to stare at my horrific mental image of Luffy and Tanjiro in a…fisting competition.
“Barriers that can keep out virtually anything, summoning shikigami who are basically familiars, making cursed tools, talismans that serve as foci for other techniques and most importantly innate techniques.” Fun Fact: Megumi actually planned to make a Shikigami himself later on.
I wonder how one’s perception of the Ten Shadows changes after getting a Shikigami that wasn’t pre-made?
“Innate Techniques are not something you can learn, you must be born with them. It is said about 80% of a sorcerer’s strength is innate talent.” Kinda goes to show how much of a badass Kusakabe is.
“I assume you have one yourself?” If by “one” of you the meant “the best fucking one”, then yes.
“I am the proud owner of the technique not seen in the last 400 years, the ability to summon the 10 Treasures of the Zenin Clan which rules the Jujutsu world alongside the Kamo and Gojo Clans. The Ten Shadows Technique.” As was the wont of any Yu-Gi-Oh player, I fucked loved my technique.
“I assume by summoning you mean either cursed tools or shikigami?” I nearly do a pickachu face at her incredible deductive skills. As expected from a Goddess of War!
Hey Ares! Take some fucking notes, you absolute dingus!
“Yes, though I won't tell you any more. I’ll just show you, when I finish what I started with that Strangled Stump. Isn’t that why we were heading to the gardens?” Though he was too far behind to listen in, I’m sure I was going to fight the Dwarf for my “interview”.
“My, my, handsome and intelligent?” Madam, I demand you change the direction of those fluttering eyelashes.
Wow, I think I could actually hear the sound of grinding teeth coming from one of the midgets. Seeing this kind of maidenless behaviour from actual badasses is kinda sad.
“A demonstration of your skills in view of your future comrades would serve as an excellent introduction. Most of my children who are not in the Dungeon are going through the Baptism in the garden.” Girl, this is starting to sound like a gang initiation.
“‘Baptism in the garden,’ is that a euphemism for something?” It should be, if you ask me. I'm gonna start calling orgies that from now on.
Freya just giggled at my response. She has yet to give even a remotely negative reaction. Lady, I’m charming, enthralling even, but not to such a consistent degree.
I wasn’t doing that good on the mortal side of things. The stink eyes and savage grins I was getting were making me just a tad bit uncomfortable. I bet they couldn’t wait for me to get knocked down a few pegs.
Wait till they realize there is no match for someone with the Power of Anime and Cursed Energy on his side!
The familiar sound of battle soon filled my ears, alongside a refreshing scent of nature plus hitchhiking with them was a little confusion at how Freya’s negative energy surged. I would have thought from how she treated Bell that she just enjoyed watching those she loved suffer if it meant they get stronger.
Guess even a deity like her could feel guilt. Must feel bad, knowing that despite her children trying to kill each other every day for her favour, they’ll likely never reach the heights she desired—the heights needed to be her Odr.
Except Kali, that Loli is just a fucking psychopath.
I could already get somewhat of an idea from the Light Novels and Anime but seeing it was a different thing altogether. The devotion these people had towards their goddess was insane. That or no one told them these fights weren’t to the death.
Probably both.
Also I absolutely love the garden, from the exquisite and varied flower beds to ancient looking trees. That marble fountain with the Valkyries was just class. And god damn there was just so much green! I love green!
C2 being one of my first waifus may have something to do with it.
It started with one werewolf’s nose twitching, head turning our way and then getting knocked out by his opponent's uppercut. The aforementioned opponent looked where his now unconscious foe was looking and saw our group.
Soon they all descended upon their goddess like dogs that haven’t received head pats and walkies in ages…Have some dignity, people.
She turned to me (every one of those losers glared at me for taking for having Freya’s attention) with an amused smile, and gestured with a wave of her hand towards a veritable arsenal of weaponry on the edge of the garden.
“Pick out whatever weapon you desire. We shall begin your evaluation shortly.” With the hopefully final boob brush of the day, she went to her adoring children, while I went to browse the diverse selection.
It was what you would expect from Orario’s strongest. It had every weapon from every culture, from european longswords to aboriginal boomerangs, they had it all. They had a fucking Chain Axe! I want a Chain Axe!… Wait, is that a Shaolin Gong?
...Is that supposed to be a shield or a frisbee? Questions for later.
I took a chinese polearm and a pair of daggers from the rack. Suddenly the muse struck my ass with the back of her hand! I tried slipping a curved sword into my shadow and… it went in! I could feel its weight in my shadow! This will be a nice surprise for my opponent.
I looked over to see Freya and her executives (plus a grey haired human girl) on a balcony and Ottar speaking. The rest were on the edges of the garden with only Svar standing in the dead center, so I went to join him. My opponent was looking longingly up at his Goddess not even sparing his future ass-kicker a glance.
“-our Holy Goddess for gracing our home. Now, we shall begin the evaluation match between the unblessed Fushiguro Jin against the Level 1 Svartalf. His strength shall decide the amount of favour Lady Freya shall bestow upon him after he joins our Familia.” Thanks for calling me Jin, big guy, really appreciate that.
Looks like a No Level catching their “Holy Goddess” eye wasn’t appreciated, if the looks of loathing sent my way. Lucky me. No, that wasn’t sarcasm. I actually wanted all the smoke. It shall help me master my Sharingan!
Aaaand that’s my daily quota for Naruto references. Next on the list is Racist Jokes. Well I’ve got a head start there with the midgets.
I turned to see Svar looking at me with a bloodthirsty smirk with his warhammer on his shoulder. Looks like somebody wanted revenge for his goddess trying to all but sexually harass me. Victim blaming much?
“I’m gonna be easy on ya lad, wouldn’t wanna ruin that pretty face.” This guy just radiates on-off villain energy.
“This coming from a middle aged loser who never leveled up after decades of being in one of the greatest Familia in history?” Seriously, I thought Freya only accepted the best of the best.
“Deca- I’m a teenager! Just like you!”… wait wha? Is this fat stump supposed to be Danmachi’s equivalent of Leorio? Is Omori trying to throw hands with Togashi?
“Seriously?” I tried to keep my shock from entering my voice. The key word here being: tried.
Svar’s response was trying to create sparks with this teeth grinding. “CAN'T YA TELL ‘MA VOICE IS STILL CRACKIN’!?”
The only thing I could tell was that someone likes putting the A, E and A again in Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation.
“If you didn’t want me to judge the book by its cover, then you shouldn't have made such a shit cover.” Seriously, this guy looks like the physical representation of Steve Buscemi going “How do you do, my fellow kids?”.
“I was gonna go easy on ya, bub…now I’ll ruin that pretty face.” Svar’s maniacally said words were being offset by the stream of tears now running down his face. Anime mechanics in real life were just as funny as they are on screen.
Also, who's gonna be ruining what now? Dude thinks he’s the main character? Despite not being a albino pseudo-femboy or a shadowy spawn of Papa Toji? Let's fix that.
I channeled my inner Gojo, looked at him like he was a bug (not a cool one like a butterfly) and smirked. “You shouldn't have bothered. After all… you’re weak.”
He didn’t seem to appreciate that. Well fuck em’.
I feel cursed energy burst from my core and spread to every cell of my body and to my weapon. He looked at me like I was the strangest thing he’s ever seen. Well, it’s not every day you see someone transform into the Legendary Super Juju…
…Wait, can everybody see my cursed energy? Or is it limited to only blessed people and deities? I’ll figure it out later.
I've been thinking that a lot lately. Meh, I’ll deal with it later—especially what that gong is for.
A feeling of giddiness entered me. I wasn’t Megumi who thought of fighting as a means to an end to saving people. I actually liked the thrill of combat, nothing like dishing out nut punches in the school yard–-despite receiving more than I gave–-and finding trouble, never lookin’ too hard~
Damn, that Yu-Gi-Oh GX theme still slaps like an abusive ex.
Six times (or more, I’m bad at math) this man poured poison down my ear canal (No Pause, not this time), I shall respond with a punishment most swift , just and…painful.
I felt a maniacal grin spread over my face which made him flinch. After a minute of boring normal glaring from his side and Bakugo Katsuki’s Stink Eye for Extras™ from mine, we began.
He raised his hammer to crush my head, which I side-stepped away from and thrust my spear at his neck. He ducked and tried to break my legs with a swipe of his hammer. I jumped over him and bopped his nose, after which my foot struck his ass. He turned around red faced and tried for a vicious rib strike.
As I dodged his attacks and responded in kind, my mind raced. The dwarf was not that much compared to me. With only my boosted cursed energy reinforcement, I was stronger than him. Which should put my physical capabilities at Level 2 in the local parlance.
This guy was an experienced, though not veteran, Level 1, and I pegged him for Semi-Grade 2 Sorcerer. Meaning that Level 2s would be around Grade 1 and each Level up should roughly go up a Grade as well. I was correct to assume I was at Level 3.
My hypothesis about my abilities was confirmed, my Shikigami and hidden weapon remained hidden and my long awaited vengeance was imminent. All in all, a nice warm up. Time to end this.
I let loose a slash of cursed energy from my blade towards my foe’s face which hit home and caused momentary blindness. I crossed the distance between us and slashed his neck causing it to lacerate. Not enough to kill him before he could get help but enough to put him down.
Normally, using raw cursed energy like this was wasteful, compared to using it for a technique. Though, the amount used was small enough to be negligible and…
…I always wanted to do a Ki Blast (or slash in this case). I submit to you that, my dear jury.
Still, it kinda feels anti-climatic. My fault for expecting something from a one off villain. He had a lame gimmick and was just strong enough just here to show the audience how overpowered I was.
On point a red and white wearing woman burst on the ground next to downed Svar and started healing him via potion. While glaring at me I might add. Hell hath no fury like a red haired, twin tailed healer of dubious sleep schedule scorned.
“The victor is the Unblessed Fushiguro Jin.” proclaimed Ottar. I like the fact he’s mentioning the fact I’m unblessed. By the end of the day, Orario is gonna be wondering how a random urchin haired teen took down a skilled Level 1, without a Falna.
They wouldn’t see someone awesome as me beating that tight throat fuck as a forgone conclusion. No, their reaction would be one of complete and utter bewilderment.
My eyes swept over my fallen foe who was being hauled off by the still glaring healer to the Freya Familia extras and then to the executive (plus a certain grey haired yandere) all staring at me. Whether it be in shock, envy, evaluation or something else.
It focused on their goddess who was matching my loony grin. The age of Heroes ended a thousand years ago. Yet now someone with the power to stand toe toe with those gifted with Holy blessings of Heaven and their vulnerable Spirits has arrived.
An accursed person no less, how ironic. I didn’t voice any of that, but instead chose to utter a simple word. Something that I feel is going to foreshadow the rest of my life.
“Next.”
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For those who were fans of my previous ASOIAF fic, Hardhand (Harwyn Hoare SI), do not worry your little peasant brains—I have not abandoned it. Due to some personal stuff, I wasn’t able to find the time to write as much as I wanted. When I did have the time, I was sadly not in the right headspace for it
I’m still writing the next Arc of Hardhand and will release some EXTRA chapters for it soon enough.
Back to JJK and Danmachi! For my fellow power scalers, soon I will lay out my headcanon for the Grades each Sikigami of the Ten Shadows would be assigned if they were Cursed Spirit. Duke it out in the comments about how genius you think my grading skills are.
I will try my best to keep to a weekly—or at worst week-and-a-half chapter release schedule. So make sure to sub up. I mean, why pay for Netflix and Amazon when you can pay me to entertain yo—Dear God! I sound like a prostitute, don’t I!?
…I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.
