NO HAREM: NO ROMANCE.
Sho died.
Not in a cool, noble way.
Not as a hero, not in a blaze of glory.
He died slipping on a wet bathroom tile with his phone in hand, headphones on, and a mouth full of ice cream. It was embarrassing. Undignified. If he could delete that scene from existence, he would.
But death didn't ask for your permission.
The lights went out. Cold, quiet, empty.
And then…
Light again.
Warm. Soft. Surreal.
Sho opened his eyes in an infinite white space. Not heaven. Not hell. Just… blank. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Then, suddenly—
> [WELCOME, HOST.]
A mechanical chime echoed in the void. A glowing blue screen blinked into existence in front of him.
Sho stared.
His mind spun.
His soul screamed.
"OH MY GOD I GOT A SYSTEM!!"
He practically bounced on his nonexistent feet. This was it. This was peak isekai protocol. All those stories he'd read. All those light novels, mangas, manhwas, hours bingeing fantasy anime. He was actually living it.
"Please," he whispered like a prayer. "Please don't let this be a joke."
> [HOST HAS BEEN SELECTED FOR THE "REINVENTION SYSTEM"]
YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED TWO LIFETIME TECHNIQUES.
SPIN THE WHEEL TO BEGIN.
"SPIN?! Where?! Give it to me!" he shouted eagerly. He reached toward the screen as a golden roulette wheel materialized.
It began to turn.
Glowing icons flicked past: swords, flames, shadow beasts, fruit, books, lightning bolts—
> [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST! YOU HAVE OBTAINED: "Grow a Garden."]
From the world of One Piece: You now possess the ability to cultivate and farm Devil Fruits. Each fruit possesses a power found in the original world. Only one fruit per person… except for you, Host. You may cultivate three.
Sho went dead silent.
"…I can… plant Devil Fruits?" His voice cracked. "I can grow them like carrots?!"
He slapped his own face. It stung.
"No way. This is insane. This is broken. This is everything."
The screen buzzed again.
> [PLEASE SPIN FOR YOUR SECOND TECHNIQUE.]
His eyes sparkled. "Let's GOOOOOOO—!"
He spun the wheel again.
More icons. This time, blacksmith tools, glowing hammers, blueprints, glowing orbs.
> [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST! YOU HAVE OBTAINED: "Forgery."]
Craft weapons and tools of all kinds. No blueprints required. Your imagination is the only limit—but rare materials must be discovered, hunted, and refined. Cursed, mythical, divine—forge them all with your own two hands.
"…I'm gonna cry," Sho whispered.
First farming anime superpowers. Now crafting legendary weapons?
"This is literally my dream loadout. I'm gonna have a whole arsenal."
He fell back (or tried to—there was no ground) and stared at the digital sky.
"If I can grow the Mera Mera no Mi and forge the Tessaiga, I'm done. I win."
But before he could bask in his system glory—
> [NOW SPINNING: UNIVERSE TICKET…]
"Wait, what now?" Sho sat up. "Universe ticket?"
> [UNIVERSE BOUND: ONE WORLD ONLY.
YOU MAY NOT SWITCH WORLDS UNTIL DEATH.]
He blinked. Then nodded. "Honestly? I'm okay with that. I hate world-hopping. It ruins the story tone."
> [CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR WORLD IS: "JUJUTSU KAISEN."]
Sho choked.
"EXCUSE ME?!?! JUJUTSU KAISEN?? THAT WORLD'S A NIGHTMARE—"
But even as he panicked, something inside him screamed with joy.
He whispered, trembling, "Please… just one thing… Let me be a Gojo."
The screen pulsed.
> [WISH GRANTED. TRANSFERRING HOST TO: GOJO MAIN BRANCH]
> [REINCARNATION PROCESS INITIATED…]
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Gojo Clan Estate — Kyoto, Japan
The moon hovered above the sacred lands of the Gojo family, shrouded in mist.
Ancient cherry blossom trees swayed in silence. The wind whispered through ancient paper walls and stone paths, brushing the spiritual barrier that wrapped the estate like a divine cocoon.
Inside the inner manor, the birthing chamber pulsed with tension.
The clan head stood tall and expressionless near the bed, arms folded behind his back. His white hair shimmered under the warm lamplight, and his icy blue eyes locked onto the midwife.
"Has the delivery gone smoothly?" he asked. His tone wasn't cold—but heavy.
He had seen too much death, too many stillbirths in this cursed family.
The midwife bowed low. "It has, my Lord. The mother is well. The child… is strong."
The clan head exhaled softly, almost relieved.
"But…" the midwife added, glancing at the child again, "There is something unusual."
The door opened. Several elders stepped in silently, drawn by the shift in cursed energy that bloomed minutes ago. They stood along the walls, eyes sharp, hearts quiet.
The midwife motioned to the crib. "Please, my Lord… look at his eyes."
The clan head stepped forward, lifting the swaddled child from the bedding with practiced hands.
He expected a typical newborn—squirming, small, red-faced, and wailing.
But this child…
This child was still.
Peaceful.
And impossibly beautiful.
His skin was pale and soft, almost glowing with purity. His snow-white hair, though only fuzz, shimmered faintly in the lantern light. His breathing was even. Graceful. Unnatural.
And then, as if responding to their presence—
The baby opened his eyes.
"...!"
A collective gasp rippled through the room.
It should've been impossible. No infant opened their eyes this early.
But this one did.
Two luminous orbs stared back at them—crystal blue, deep and dazzling like carved sapphires.
They glinted with layers. Sparkled with refracted light like living gemstones.
This was not the Six Eyes.
But it was something else. Something equally powerful.
"Could it be…" one elder whispered, "a mutation of the Rokugan?"
The clan head didn't answer. He stared at the child in his arms, lost in the reflection of those impossible eyes.
They weren't just beautiful.
They were intelligent.
Alive. Watching.
"Behold," he finally said, raising the child slightly. "It seems we have been blessed once more."
He turned to the elders.
"This child shall be named… Shiori. Gojo Shiori."
---
Sho—now Shiori—floated quietly in the back of his own mind, eyes wide, senses bursting.
He could feel everything. The cursed energy in the air. The weight of lineage. The echo of a technique buried deep inside his blood.
He heard the name echo around him: Shiori… Shiori… Gojo Shiori.
"…Wow," he whispered.
"This time… I'm gonna enjoy it!"