My eyes snapped open to the sting of dust and the metallic tang of blood. The room was dim, the air thick with the scent of mildew and something fouler rusted iron, maybe.
I pushed myself up from the filthy floor, my hands pressing into something sticky. Pulling them back, I saw dark streaks coating my fingers. Blood. Dry, but not old enough to flake away completely.
Where the hell am I?
The last thing I remembered was the gunshot the deafening crack, the split-second of white-hot pain, then nothing. My father's face, twisted in rage, flashed in my mind. Should've known better than to fuck his wife.
But this wasn't his house. Peeling wallpaper, broken furniture, trash strewn across the floor. And more blood. Lots of blood.
I moved cautiously, stepping over shattered glass and discarded needles. The house was bigger than I thought, a maze of rotting wood and shadowed doorways. Then I reached the living room and froze.
A corpse lay sprawled in the center of a crude pentagram, its chest split open like a butchered animal. The heart rested on a nearby table, glistening under the weak light. Blood had been used to paint the symbols, still wet in places.
What the actual fuck?
A creak cut through the silence. The front door groaned open.
Instinct screamed at me to run, but before I could move, a massive figure filled the doorway. The man's eyes locked onto me, widening in surprise then fury.
"Shit," he growled, lunging before I could react.
His hand closed around my throat, slamming me into the wall. My vision blurred as his grip tightened. I hope this was a dream that he would wake up back in his room or after banking, his dad's new wife.
As the thought crossed his mind, he felt something in his pocket. With a flash of instinct, he yanked it out a pocket knife. Without hesitation, he flicked the blade open and drove it into his attacker's neck.
The man's grip loosened just before he could snap his spine.
Gasping, he crumpled to the ground as his assailant staggered back, clawing at the knife buried in his throat. Blood gushed from the wound, slick and dark. Seizing the moment, he shoved the bastard down and rained punches onto his face weak, desperate blows. The man couldn't defend himself, too busy trying to stem the bleeding as his life sprayed across the concrete.
Then his hands found the fucker's throat.
He squeezed.
The man's fingers twitched around his neck again, but his strength was fading fast. Blood loss made his grip feeble. With a final, brutal twist…
Crack.
The body went limp. More blood pulsed from the ruined throat.
He stumbled back, shoulders hitting the wall behind him. His hands were drenched. His clothes, too. The metallic stench filled his nose.
[Quest Completed]
Objective: Survive your first hour.
What the fuck?
A red screen materialized in front of him, text etched in black. Then a voice smooth, amused echoed in his skull.
[Not bad. The last guy panicked so much he got himself killed.]
His breath hitched. "W-who are you?"
[Irrelevant. But congratulations you're one of the lucky few I've given a second chance. Consider this system a gift. And here's your reward for surviving.]
Skill Added
[Pact Magic]
The foundation of your power. Forge contracts with higher beings to grow stronger but beware. Some may slip into your world. And not all of them play nice.
"Why?" His voice was raw. "Why me?"
[For shits and giggles.]
"…Was that a joke?"
[No Since I rushed this, how about we make a deal?]
"What's the price?"
[Simple. Complete my an quest, and I'll grant you power. Refuse, and I can send you where you were supposed to go if that what you want.]
Quest Added
[First Pact]
Objective: Take a life.
Penalties: ???
Time Limit: 24 hours.
Reward: ???
His stomach twisted. "You want me to kill again."
[Don't act surprised. I'm literally a Outer God who has destroy several world]
Teeth gritted, he exhaled. "Fine. I'll do it."
The doubt flickered then died. New energy surged through him as notifications seared into his mind.
Starter skill added
[Eyes path]
Description: You can teleport to anything within your line of sight, with limited range.
[Telekinesis - Minor]
Description: You have the power of telekinesis, able to move small objects with your mind.
[Perfect Metabolism]
Description: You will never get fat or lose any muscles you gain without actively wanting to.
[Go and show me some blood buttercup]
…Fuck my life.
-Later-
Making my way out of the house to the road I start walking, not having a certain direction in mine. Frankly, I don't know who was going to be my victim but…fuck.
As I kept walking, it was in the middle of the fucking night some most people were probably asleep. as he spent for half an hour walking through random streets, trying to find someone he finally found what looked like a sleeping homeless man on the floor in front of a close store.
Grabbing the pocket knife I had I focus my new telekinesis powers, a light blue aura covering the dagger as I threw it the knife immediately stabbing the man arm, waking him up.
Quickly using his telekinesis powers, he got the knife back and threw it back again this time at the man's throat who couldn't react at time. The man started bleeding out. I took that as my opportunity to run not before getting back my knife quickly.
I ran as fast as I could Ignoring the large pain on my lungs as I kept running as fast as possible, I don't know how long I ran, but eventually, I just ended up falling to the concrete floor as I lay my back on a wall.
[Quest Complete]
So what happens now?
[You get a lair. New powers. Then you do whatever the fuck you want. Just act like the Warlock you are.]
Great… can I see my rewards?
[Now here's your rewards]
[Light Magic Manipulation]
Description: You have the power to use Light Magic, manipulating your mana into weapons made of solid light, or using it to heal or shield.
[Curse energy unblocked]
[Home key] - item
Huh…I thought as two different types of energy coursing through me. From my hand, I created a small spark of light. Cool I thought in my head.
As I stop playing with my light magic. I went to see the description of the new item I got.
[Home key] - item
Description: a key that opens to a pocket dimension.
A heavy black key materialized in my grip, its surface etched with eerie, glowing runes. The moment I touched it, I knew what it did.
I pressed it against the brick wall beside me.
The air rippled. A portal yawned open, black as the void. Without hesitation, I stepped through.
As I enter, I appeared on what looked like a large and expensive looking mansion this place comes with a massive tv, surround sound and very comfortable furniture. Huh, it even has its own streaming service, which seems to have… pretty much every show and movie I've ever heard of, plus a few million I haven't.
This place had multiple luxuries but before I could explore further a large DVD slammed on my head as I picked it up I noticed the cover and the large letter title. jujutsu kaisen….
[Mandatory Watch since I didn't realize you haven't watched jujutsu kaisen]
Wait, that means that I meant…
I'm so fucked.
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Big wanted to do a JJK story for a while now but do how shit the world building is in jjk I didn't know a good way to do it without making it a crossover. This is set a year before jjk zero.
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