Ch 76:Hero and a Sorcerer

Saiki looked at me with his usual blank expression, spooning another bite of coffee jelly into his mouth.

(I didn't think I'd see you again either,) he said flatly. (But here we are.)

I sighed. "Look, I don't know what kind of weird energy is messing with my portals, but if you've got any idea—"

(It's not me,) he interrupted. (You're just unlucky.)

"Figures." I rubbed my temples. "Well, since fate keeps throwing us together, how about some advice? Any tips for not getting randomly dropped into chaos?"

Saiki stared at me for a second before deadpanning, (Don't open portals.)

"…Thanks, genius."

I sighed, shaking my head. "You know, for someone with god-tier psychic powers, you could be a little more helpful."

Saiki took another bite of his coffee jelly, completely unbothered. (I could, but that sounds like a hassle.)

I groaned. "Fine. I'll figure it out myself."

Before I could say anything else, he teleported away, leaving me standing there, mildly annoyed.

"Well, back to square one," I muttered, opening another portal—this time, hoping it wouldn't drop me into another ridiculous situation.

As Arthur stepped through the swirling portal, he barely had a moment to process his surroundings before the monster burst through after him.

"Are you serious?!" Arthur shouted, sprinting away.

Looking around, he found himself in a futuristic city with flying cars, neon billboards, and massive skyscrapers stretching toward the sky. The air hummed with energy, and holographic signs in different languages flickered above him.

"Okay… cyberpunk world?" he muttered, dodging pedestrians who barely reacted to the monstrous pursuer behind him.

The ape-like creature, still wearing the absurd police uniform, roared, "STOP RUNNING!"

Arthur groaned. "Why do you even care? What are you, the multiversal hall monitor?!"

Glancing up, he saw a sleek hoverbike parked near a neon-lit alleyway. With no time to think, he leaped onto it and twisted the accelerator. The engine roared to life, and the bike shot forward, leaving the monster stumbling in his dust.

"Later, ugly!" Arthur yelled over his shoulder.

But just as he thought he had gained distance, the creature let out an unholy screech. In an instant, the monster's body twisted and morphed—its legs extending, its arms shifting into clawed appendages, and its eyes glowing even brighter.

Arthur's face went pale. "Oh, come on! It has a second form?!"

Before he could react, the creature lunged at incredible speed, crashing into the hoverbike, sending Arthur flying into the air.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Arthur flailed midair before opening another portal—this time landing with a loud thud on… sand?

Blinking, he realized he was in the middle of a vast desert.

"Great. Where the hell am I now?" he muttered, standing up and brushing sand off his clothes.

A shadow loomed over him.

Slowly turning around, Arthur's eye twitched as he saw the monster standing just a few feet away, still dressed as a cop.

It grinned.

Arthur bolted.

"HOW ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"

Arthur sprinted across the burning sand, his feet sinking with every step.

"This is ridiculous!" he yelled, glancing back at the monstrous cop-ape hybrid chasing him.

The desert stretched endlessly, dunes rising and falling like waves, but there was something in the distance—a towering city with golden spires and massive walls.

"Okay, that looks promising!"

With a burst of energy, Arthur summoned his strength and pushed forward. The monster howled behind him, sand erupting in its wake as it gained ground.

Just as Arthur reached the city gates, a group of armored guards pointed spears at him.

"Halt! State your business!" one demanded.

Arthur skidded to a stop, panting. "Business? I—I'm being chased by a freaking demon monkey in a cop uniform! Open the damn gate!"

The guards exchanged glances before peering over Arthur's shoulder. Their faces paled.

"By the gods… OPEN THE GATES!"

The heavy doors creaked as they swung open just in time for Arthur to dash inside. The guards slammed them shut, and a moment later, a deafening boom shook the walls as the creature slammed into them.

Arthur collapsed onto the ground, gasping. "I swear... if this thing finds a way in..."

A shadow fell over him, and Arthur looked up to see a tall man with golden armor and piercing red eyes staring down at him.

"Who are you," the man asked, his tone demanding.

Arthur gulped.

Oh, great. Now what?

Arthur gulped as he stared up at the imposing man before him. The golden armor, the commanding presence, and those piercing red eyes—it all screamed "big shot."

"Uh… Arthur Wayne. Just a traveler," Arthur said, trying to sound casual despite being half-dead from running.

The man raised an eyebrow. "A traveler who arrives pursued by a beast? What manner of sorcery did you invoke?"

Arthur glanced back at the gates, which were still shaking from the monster's relentless pounding. "No sorcery, I swear. Just bad luck. And, uh, maybe a little too much curiosity."

The armored man studied him for a moment before sighing. "You are fortunate that I am in a generous mood." He turned to the guards. "Strengthen the barrier. Ensure that… thing does not breach our walls."

"Yes, Lord Gilgamesh!" the guards answered in unison.

Arthur froze. Wait… Gilgamesh?

Oh, hell. He had just stumbled into the Fate universe.

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Arthur's mind raced as realization struck him like a divine punishment. Gilgamesh. The King of Heroes. The walking definition of arrogance and absolute power.

His inner monologue went into full panic mode. How could I not recognize my glorious king upon sight? Oh lord, forgive me for the grave sin I have committed!

Externally, however, he kept his composure—barely. Taking a deep breath, he did the only thing that made sense in this situation: lower his head slightly in respect. Not too much, of course. If there was one thing he knew about Gilgamesh, it was that groveling was an easy way to get vaporized.

Gilgamesh smirked, clearly amused. "Hoh? You recognize me now, mongrel?"

Arthur forced a grin. "Of course! Who wouldn't recognize the great King of Uruk?"

Gilgamesh chuckled, but before he could respond, the monstrous beast outside roared, shaking the very ground beneath them. Arthur winced. Damn it, that thing is persistent.

The guards struggled to reinforce the barrier as cracks started forming. One of them turned to Gilgamesh with urgency. "My king, the creature is relentless! We may not hold for long!"

Gilgamesh's expression twisted into one of pure irritation. "Tch. An unworthy beast dares disturb my domain?" He turned his piercing gaze toward Arthur. "You brought this foul thing here. Explain yourself."

Arthur gulped. How do I explain I got chased by a monkey demon in a cop uniform through multiple universes?

Arthur straightened his posture, clearing his throat. "Uh, I… uh… I'll handle it, Great King!" He forced a confident grin, though internally, he was groaning.

Looks like I actually have to kill that thing. Ugh, it's so disgusting.

The beast outside let out another guttural roar, pounding against the barrier with terrifying force. Arthur sighed, resigned to his fate, and reached for his weapon. With a swift motion, he summoned Excalibur, its golden light illuminating the grand halls of Uruk.

The moment the legendary sword materialized, the guards flinched, sensing its overwhelming presence. Even Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, intrigued. "Hoh? A sacred blade… how amusing."

Arthur didn't have time to entertain the King of Heroes. He turned toward the beast, exhaling as he adjusted his grip. "Alright, ugly. Time for you to go."

As the divine energy from Excalibur's strike surged forward, the monstrous creature let out a final, deafening shriek before being completely engulfed in golden light. The sheer force of the attack reduced its form to a charred, steaming pile of blackened meat.

Arthur wrinkled his nose as the acrid stench of burnt flesh filled the air. His stomach churned. "Oh god-" He gagged, stepping back as the overwhelming smell of overcooked, rotting meat assaulted his senses.

"Yeah, I'm out," he muttered, hastily opening a portal before he actually threw up.

Stepping through the portal, Arthur barely had time to register his surroundings before the overwhelming stench hit him like a truck. The charred remains of the creature smoldered, releasing a putrid, acrid smell that made his stomach churn.

"Oh god—" He gagged, stumbling away and trying not to throw up. "That's so much worse than I expected..."

Taking deep breaths, he forced himself to focus. The air was thick with negative energy, the buildings looked eerily familiar, and the oppressive aura around him was unmistakable.

"Jujutsu Kaisen...?"

Arthur coughed, waving his hand in front of his nose as the lingering stench of burnt monster flesh made his stomach churn. "Note to self: Never vaporize something that already looks bad."

Trying to focus, he took in his surroundings. High-rise buildings, people walking around as if unaware of the dense negetive energy in the air—yeah, this was definitely Jujutsu Kaisen.

"Great," he muttered. "Of all the worlds, I land in one filled with nightmare fuel."

Then, a familiar voice called out.

"Oi, what the hell did you just kill?"

Arthur turned and saw—Gojo Satoru.

Arthur blinked as the strongest sorcerer in the world casually strolled toward him, his blindfold hiding whatever reaction he might have had.

Gojo tilted his head. "Seriously, what was that smell? It looks like Sukuna lost a bet and got turned into barbecue."

Arthur gagged again at the smell. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

Gojo chuckled, but his sharp gaze didn't miss a thing. "You're not a sorcerer, but you've got some crazy energy. And that sword... interesting. You wouldn't happen to be lost, would you?"

Arthur scratched his cheek, giving Gojo a sheepish grin. "Yeah, you could say that. Just passing through and—uh—accidentally landed here."

Gojo's smirk widened. "Accidentally, huh? That's a first. Most people don't just 'accidentally' end up in a world of Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits."

Arthur internally winced. Great. He knows something's up.

Before he could come up with an excuse, Gojo suddenly flickered from sight—only to reappear right in front of him, peering down curiously. "Say… wanna grab some food first? You smell like overcooked beef."

Arthur sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I smell like a burnt barbecue, no need to rub it in."

Gojo laughed, slinging an arm around Arthur's shoulder. "Come on, I know a great place. You don't wanna pass out from hunger before explaining how you just 'dropped in' from another dimension, do you?"

Arthur groaned. Yep, this guy isn't letting that go. But hey, free food was free food.

"Fine. Lead the way, white haired-san."

'Gojo probably sensed Gilgamesh's energy even I could feel it until the portal closed so no wonder he figured out I am from a different universe.'

"Hey now now dont call me white haired-san I have a name you know but before I tell you that how about you introduce yourself."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Didn't realize you were so sensitive about that, White-Haired-san."

Gojo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Ouch. Right in the heart. And here I thought we were bonding."

Arthur chuckled. "Fine, fine. Name's Arthur Wayne."

Gojo grinned. "Now we're getting somewhere. Satoru Gojo, the one and only. So, Arthur-kun, mind telling me how you fell from the sky like some anime protagonist?"

Arthur sighed. Yeah, this was going to be a long conversation.

Arthur scratched the back of his head, debating how much to say. "Let's just say… I took a wrong turn."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "A wrong turn, huh? Must've been a hell of a detour if you ended up crashing down like that."

Arthur sighed. "Yeah, well, portals aren't always the most reliable."

Gojo tilted his head, his grin widening. "Portals, huh? Now that's interesting. And here I thought you were just another sorcerer. But you're something else, aren't you, Arthur-kun?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly at Gojo's words. The man was sharp—too sharp. It was almost unsettling how easily he picked up on things.

"Something else, huh?" Arthur crossed his arms, playing it cool. "Well, I could say the same about you, White-Haired-san."

Gojo scoffed. "C'mon, don't be like that. I've got a name, you know." He dramatically pointed at himself. "Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer!"

Arthur chuckled. "Humble, aren't you?"

Gojo grinned. "I try. Now, Arthur-kun, what exactly brings you to my city?"

Arthur leaned back, stretching his arms. "Nothing much, really. I'll eat the food you offered, then I'll be on my way back home."

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No sightseeing? No curiosity about where you've ended up?"

Arthur smirked. "Oh, trust me, I know where I am. And let's just say I prefer to keep things simple."

Gojo grinned. "Simple, huh? With that weird sword of yours and your... unique presence, I doubt things are ever simple for you."

Arthur shrugged. "You'd be surprised."

Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Well, since you're here, why not stay a little longer? Tokyo Jujutsu High could use some fresh faces. You seem interesting enough."

Arthur chuckled. "Tempting, but I already have my own things going on. Plus, I doubt I'd fit in with a bunch of sorcerers."

Gojo smirked. "Oh? You sure about that? With that power of yours, you'd be quite the anomaly in our world. Wouldn't hurt to stick around for a bit, at least until I'm satisfied with my curiosity."

Arthur sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope," Gojo replied with a grin.

Arthur crossed his arms, leaning back slightly. "Look, I appreciate the hospitality and all, but I'm really just passing through. I'll eat, rest a bit, and then I'm heading back."

Gojo feigned disappointment. "Aww, and here I was hoping to see what else you can do. You're clearly not just some ordinary guy."

Arthur smirked. "I never said I was. But that doesn't mean I want to get involved in exorcising curses or whatever you guys do."

Gojo grinned. "Oh, come on, live a little."

Arthur sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, the best I can do is give you my number. If you need help, just call me. But I'm going home, and that's final."

Gojo pouted dramatically. "Wow, rejecting an offer from me? That's cold."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you'll survive." He handed Gojo a slip of paper with his number. "Just don't spam me with random nonsense."

Gojo took it with a grin. "No promises."

Arthur shook his head, already regretting this decision.

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