Renji Kurogane: 23 Fragments of Fate and Misfortune

You know what's worse than being dead?

Being half-dead, with a sore back, no coffee, a Minecraft sheep as an emotional support animal, and a tattoo that vibrates every time you do something stupid.



Hello.

I'm Renji Kurogane — ex-cop, archaeologist of forbidden ruins, and currently: unwilling vessel for a cosmic entity with universal Wi-Fi.



A cursed envelope, a notebook with the personality of a passive-aggressive barista, and a word that should never exist — Senku — were enough to turn my life, and the multiverse, into a flaming dumpster on wheels.



From Egypt to Japan, through the Vatican, screaming catacombs, and discount airlines that reek of corrupted code, my journey isn't a heroic one.

It's a classified report buried between sleeping gods, glitched realities, and nuclear-grade sarcasm.



I'm collecting 23 gems that seal something so ancient and broken, even Time refuses to remember it.



My partner?

A god trapped in my skull with the ego of a cursed influencer.

My spirit guide?

A sheep. Literally. And yes—it judges everything I do.



This isn’t a prophecy.

This isn’t a salvation arc.

It's an existential black comedy disguised as an interdimensional epic.



A story where the universe isn’t trying to save itself...

It just wants front-row seats to my suffering.



So, if you’ve ever wondered what would happen if Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a spoiled child and handed him the budget of an apocalyptic anime...



Welcome to my story.

But be warned:

The Eye is already watching you.