A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Cold, shivering...

In a daze, Dio was suddenly jolted awake as if struck by a thunderclap. He found the object under his head to be stiff and realized that he was no longer in the same place.

He maintained a steady, relaxed breathing rhythm and quickly opened his eyes to look around.

The walls were stark white, the room was empty, and there was a heavy, lifeless atmosphere that had been sealed away for many years.

However... precisely because there's no life, there doesn't seem to be any danger here?

Looking up, there was a broken chandelier frame on the ceiling. The lampshade was exquisitely carved, but the candle had burned out and the wax had solidified on the metal frame.

The faint wax residue made the chandelier and the room it belonged to look even more dilapidated.

He glanced casually to both sides; there weren't many objects around.

There was the mark of a large object in the opposite corner.

Based on the rectangular outline on the wall, it can be inferred that the thing was about two meters tall.

The area had less dust, making it stand out—meaning the "relocation" must have happened recently.

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—!"

The sound started without warning, gradually growing louder, and the source was right next to his pillow.

Theo was bold enough not to be terrified, but he couldn't help but have some doubts.

Actually, he had vaguely heard that faint "click-click" sound before.

The sound was very discordant in such a quiet environment; he should have noticed it much earlier.

However, he would subconsciously observe the overall environment first, rather than paying attention to the details.

Dio tried not to make a sound and turned his head away.

On the small table beside the bed, there was an old-fashioned mechanical alarm clock that was still in use.

The alarm clock was facing him sideways, its dial covered in dust, but he could still make out the position of the hands: 9:14.

The second hand moved slowly across each mark, while the finer patterns became blurred.

"Hoo—" Dio took a deep breath, slightly relaxing, but immediately felt a wave of weakness.

After focusing my attention for just a few seconds, my vision started to blur and I felt dizzy.

He blinked, but his vision was still a little blurry.

Something's wrong... I feel like I'm losing energy... It's not just the weakness from my physical injury!

Suddenly, his pupils contracted.

He wasn't sure if it was a hallucination, but he seemed to see a gray-black tentacle extending from the shadows in a less dusty corner.

It twitched when he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and then suddenly disappeared.

Adrenaline surged, heart rate accelerated, and a jumble of chaotic information flooded Dio's brain. He felt as if he were experiencing a ghost story firsthand.

Moreover, he seemed to have seen those black tentacles in... the endless dreams he had while he was unconscious! Damn it!

A sharp pain shot through his head, and he realized that his deeper memories were being imprisoned by some unknown entity.

Knowledge about the black tentacles was also firmly sealed off by the same force.

It doesn't seem good, but at least now I can be sure that I really have traveled through time.

Theo gritted his teeth and tried to sit up.

Only then did he truly feel the heaviness and powerlessness of his body.

The body had clearly been through a fierce battle before falling unconscious, covered in both old and new wounds, with scabs sticking to clothing and skin.

He tried to hypnotize himself and mobilize his energy to restore his physical strength, but the strong negative energy from the outside world suppressed his powerful natural regenerative ability.

It seems that this "deadly atmosphere" is the culprit that caused him to feel "exhausted both physically and mentally when he woke up".

But it doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury.

Theo's hand touched the cold, hard metal frame at the head of the bed. He clenched his fingers, pushed hard, and used the force to slowly move his body to the edge of the bed.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he instinctively grabbed the hollow metal support, which was as thick as a bowl, his arm muscles bulging, and he twisted and pulled it sharply.

The stent snapped in his hand and he held it as a makeshift weapon.

The jagged edges gleamed coldly in the dim light.

He was a born oddball.

In elementary school, he could take on six boys his own age and beat them to a pulp.

I had my wisdom tooth extracted during middle school, under general anesthesia.

The doctor used enough muscle relaxants and sedatives to paralyze any adult, yet he was still able to lift his fingers and remained fully conscious—even more absurd than "intraoperative awareness," he was not paralyzed at all.

During my university years, a novel virus that was sweeping the world ravaged the campus.

While his classmates and friends had persistent high fevers, he only felt slightly unwell for the first few hours, and then his temperature returned to normal. His immune system, like a sophisticated army, completed the entire process of identification, suppression, and memorization within hours.

When he went to the dental hospital for the second time to have another wisdom tooth extracted, the wound healed completely in just a few hours, and he could speak and eat normally, as if it were just a shallow scratch.

Even after becoming obsessed with anime and becoming a lazy otaku in the eyes of others, Theo never lost the strength that was etched into his bones.

It lies silently dormant deep within flesh and blood, like a dormant volcano, waiting for a trigger to awaken it.

He knew all too well that beneath the surface of the seemingly orderly world, the cruel laws of power and domination always prevailed.

The majority oppresses the minority, and the strong dominate the weak.

So-called fairness and justice are nothing more than decorations for the strong to bestow gifts, and lingering echoes for the victors when they write history.

Don't want to be exploited?

Then go for victory, go for domination, be the first to pick up a napkin!

Now, he has arrived in a strange world where supernatural phenomena are clearly present—after all, that thing just now... is definitely not a creature that should exist in his hometown.

A long-lost sense of excitement surged through his spine like an electric current.

"Body—get moving, mouth and teeth!"

Theo let out a low growl from his throat, as if issuing a forced command to a machine on the verge of breaking down.

A series of clear and violent images of action flashed through my mind in an instant—not thinking, but using my will to drive this body on the verge of collapse.

The next moment, he actually swung the metal bracket around in a wide arc as if he were wielding a light willow branch!

His movements were strangely fluid, and the force he unleashed far exceeded the limits he could have reached at his peak in his previous life!

The air was forcefully pushed aside, emitting a shrill sound.

Unable to withstand this inhuman force, the metal support trembled violently, bent, and deformed. The rusted iron sheet on the surface peeled off inch by inch, and finally, upon colliding with the wall, it completely collapsed!

The disintegrating metal fragments, carrying the lingering momentum, were ejected like shotgun pellets.

The wall seemed to have been struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer.

The brick and stone structure let out a dull groan, then caved in and collapsed through a web of cracks.

Smoke and dust mixed with fragments and metal scraps scattered and flew everywhere.

The view behind the wall was no longer concealed.

The grayish-black, translucent tentacles wriggled and twisted like rotten tree roots.

Its end is still partially fused into the not-completely-collapsed wall, its form ambiguous, as if it were a tumor painfully growing from the building itself.

At the center of this writhing shadow lies a stitched-together creation beyond the comprehension of ordinary understanding:

A deer head with an empty expression and eyes as black as an abyss was crudely grafted onto a body that combined the heavy build of a cow with the abnormally long build of a horse.

More indescribable tentacles of varying thicknesses were irregularly extending, twitching, and pounding the ground from the cracks in the sutures.

Each wriggling movement was accompanied by a sticky, subtle sound, as if flesh and blood were being torn from the bones.

Simply by looking at it, one can sense the various forms of malice from sentient beings.

A strong feeling of nausea and dizziness, stemming from physiological instinct, rushes straight to the cerebral cortex.

However, when faced with the monster that had revealed its true form, Theo instead gave a wild and ferocious smile.

"So... this is what was hidden here!"

well.

This is exactly the world I want!

Before he could finish speaking, a thick tentacle lashed out with a whoosh.

Theo neither dodged nor avoided, but let out a low shout and stepped forward to deliver a flying kick, colliding fiercely with the opponent!

The immense force that enveloped the toes and the ends of the tentacles collided with a deafening roar.

In the enclosed space, a dull, loud thud, like a heavy hammer striking wet leather, suddenly erupted.

Centered on the point of impact, a shockwave that was visible to the naked eye suddenly spread outward, instantly blowing the dust accumulated on the ground into a grayish-white ring that violently tumbled outward.

The unstoppable tentacle, the instant it touched Dio's foot, exhibited a bizarre, structurally unnatural bend and high-frequency vibration, then reversed course at an even faster speed than it had come.

Like the tip of a whip lashed with tremendous force, it slammed back onto the monster's stitched-together body!

Simple, straightforward momentum transfer.

The monster's enormous, twisted body, crudely pieced together from the torso of a bull and the body of a horse, was like a tattered rag doll that had been swung around and flung away by a child's arm. It rose up from the ground without any resistance, not even having time to let out a complete neigh.

It traced a straight, unimpeded path through the air and crashed solidly into the wall behind it.

The brick and stone walls were as fragile as paper in the face of this impact.

Large chunks of bricks and stones, mixed with dust, collapsed inward with a deafening roar, and the shattered bricks and billowing grayish-white smoke instantly swallowed half of the monster's enormous form.