‘Uh… Hi. Are you the assistant that I in the future send here? What is your name? I can’t just call you System, right?’
[Yes, I am. I am currently in need of a name. May I request your assistance in naming me, Master?]
‘Don’t call me Master, just call me Ryūji. Hmm… How about Kaaliye? It means assistant in Somali. Wait! Hold on a minute! How the hell do I know Somali and even Japanese? I was just born like half an hour ago!’
[Thanks for your naming, Ryūji-sama. Would you like me to display your current status? It will provide you with the information you require.]
‘Please, go ahead. And don’t add sama, just Ryūji.’
[Yes, Ryūji-sama.]
‘…’
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INFORMATION
Name: Ryūji
Race: Genetically Modified Cursed Spirit
Age: 30m23s (17 biologically)
Gender: Male
STATUS
Vitality: 1000
Magic: 1000
Stamina: 1000
ATK: 100
DEF: 100
Magic ATK: 100
Magic DEF: 100
Endurance: 100
Speed: 100
ATTRIBUTE
Strength: 100
Magic: 100
Mental: 100
Agility: 100
Wisdom: 100
Charm: 100
Luck: 100
ABILITY
- Limitless: This technique brings the concept of “Infinity” into reality, and allows the user to manipulate and distort space at will.
· Infinity is the base state of Limitless and is essentially the power to stop.
- Six Eyes: The Six Eyes are a nonstandard jujutsu trait manifesting as a pair of bright blue eyes that grant a bearer extrasensory perception. The eyes also allow for ultra-precise control over the user’s cursed energy.
- Ten Shadows Technique: Using shadow as an intermediary, this technique allows the user to summon ten different shikigami.
- Malevolent Shrine: An Domain Expansion with two types of guaranteed-hit abilities: Cleave and Dismantle.
- Idle Transfiguration: It grants the user the ability to distort the shape of souls and transfigure their respective bodies as a result.
- Immortality: It grants the user the ability to prolong their life, effectively granting them the potential for an infinite lifespan.
- Idle Death Gamble: An Domain Expansion based on a pachinko machine. The user’s goal is to hit jackpot by lining up three of the same symbols, which grants the user unlimited cursed energy and a fully automatic reverse cursed technique.
- Technique Extinguishment: This technique extinguishes, as in nullifies or negates, all jujutsu.
- Blood Manipulation: A cursed technique that allows the user to control and shape their blood beyond its natural form or motion for a variety of effects. It can be used to manipulate every aspect of the user's blood, including blood composition, plasma, and red blood cells.
- Akashic records:
· Perfect memory (Passive): The ability to perfectly remember anything that the user can sense.
· Auto update (Passive): Automatic transfer of basic knowledge about the universe the user is currently in (only up to the time the user stays in that universe).
· The touch of knowledge (Active): Every time the user touches something, information about it will be added to the user’s brain.
· Omniscient library (Active): Granting the user permission to access Akashic records, where every knowledge in the omniverse is stored.
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‘Kaaliye, explain what I see please.’
[Roger that, Ryūji-sama. What you see now is your power I display it under numbers. And what you need to concern about is your attributes because all of your status is deprived from them. Your Strength attribute influences Vitality, Offense and Defense capability or ATK and DEF. Magic, Magic ATK and DEF attribute is deprived from Magic attribute. Mental attribute controls Stamina and Endurance. Finally, Agility attribute effects Speed.]
‘OK. Huh? Akashic records? Where does Satoshi get this cursed technique from?’
[I may know the answer, Ryūji-sama. When you reincarnated in this body, your soul merged with a mysterious soul fragment. I don’t know whose soul is but I can tell you that that person is a strong being. There is even a chance that he is a higher dimension being. So basically, this is not a cursed technique.]
‘Are you seriously suggesting that hell or reincarnation is real? And you're saying I'm not just me, but there are some Gods inside my body?’
[Contrary to popular belief, the concept of hell is not substantiated. The notion commonly referred to as reincarnation posits that following one's demise, the soul traverses the expanse of the multiverse, ultimately selecting a newborn vessel for reincarnation. Nevertheless, this transition is accompanied by the forfeiture of all prior memories, serving as a tribute to the world's custodian or overseer. Regarding your second inquiry, Ryūji-sama, these entities have coalesced within your being, becoming inseparable from your essence. Therefore, while you may exhibit variations from your preceding incarnation, your fundamental identity remains intact. In other words, this is your first reincarnation as a whole new being.]
‘Oh, thank goodness! I was worried I was on the verge of being overtaken by another presence. So what are we gonna do next? With you are here, I think you will give some missions, right? What is it then?’
[Acknowledged. Ryūji-sama, you will transition to another Earth, specifically a low-level Earth. In this realm resides a woman endowed with a unique ability, albeit burdened by misfortune. She is unable to consume food conventionally due to an overwhelming sense of revulsion accompanying each meal. Furthermore, her daughter has inherited this affliction. Your objective is to assist her in restoring her ability to consume nourishment normally through any available means.]
‘That’s quite sad for her. Okay, let’s go.”
[Understood. Commencing Transfer Protocol in 5 seconds. Initiating countdown: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Process Update: Creating new body... Success. Creating a new identity... Success. Initiating transfer of host to the new world... Transfer of host's abilities... Success. Transfer of host's mind... in progress.]
That was the last sound Ryūji heard before his consciousness faded away.
…
“Ryūji! Ryūji! Wake up!”
‘Huh? Where am I?‘
As Ryūji stirred from slumber, he found himself confronted by an ethereal sight. Standing before him was a woman of breathtaking beauty, her thigh-length hair cascading in a mesmerizing hue of salmon pink. Her locks were meticulously tied back at the crown, while the lower portion flowed freely, held in place by delicate strands. Two small tendrils adorned the center, while two medium strands gracefully framed her shoulders. Her eyes, a striking shade of sharp purple-pink, geld a captivating allure, accentuated by long, fluttering eyelashes. Adorned with a dedicated shape of pink lipstick, her lips formed a gentle curve, while small, round eyebrows arched elegantly above.
The woman said: “Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
‘Kaaliye! Where am I? Who is this woman?’
[Ryūji-sama, you've now entered the world. Currently, you find yourself in the backyard of the Nakiri clan house. The woman standing before you is Mana Nakiri, the one you must save.]
He looked around and it was truly a garden. In an instant, Ryūji found himself frozen in place as a deluge of information flooded his mind. Countless details about cuisine inundated his consciousness, overwhelming him with a torrent of culinary knowledge.
Mana persisted in calling out to him, attempting to pull him out of his daze. After a full five minutes, Ryūji finally regained his composure and returned to his senses.
He said: “I'm fine, Mana-san. I just have a little sunstroke. Nothing too serious happened.”
‘Kaaliye, what is my new identity here?’
[Ryūji-sama, your new identity is Ryūji Nakiri. You are a branch member of the Nakiri clan. Recently, your parents died in a plane crash, so Mana adopted you. This is the first day of your life with the Nakiri main clan. Should I transfer the future route into your mind?]
‘Yeah, transfer it.’
“Are you sure? Should I call the doctor?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“Well, if you say so. And why do you call me san? I told you to call me okā (mother)!”
Mana looked at him intensely, as if his refusal would bring about dire consequences.
“Yes, Mana-okā-sama.”
“No sama, just okā.”
“Yes, Mana-okā-san.”
“Good boy!”
Mana said with a smile. Then she took the lead to go inside the big house.
“It is time to lunch already. Let’s go Ryuji.”
She looked behind and said with a sad smile.
“Yes, Mana-okā-san.”
‘She is really scared of eating that much huh?’
[Affirmative, Ryūji-sama. In the event that all sustenance consumed meets the criteria of perfection, no issues arise; however, any deviation induces feelings of disgust. It is pertinent to note the absence of perfection in reality, rendering every meal a form of torment for her.]
‘What can I do to save her? Hey Kaaliye, can I remove her ability?’
[No, Ryūji-sama, you can not.]
‘So the only way is to become a chef and satisfy her appetite huh? But isn’t it just a temporary solution? What if someday I’m not here? Who will cook for her? Or even worse, what if I travel to another world?’
‘…’
‘Sigh Why even bother? It feels like there's no other option, so I guess we just have to go through with it.’
Ryūji followed Mana into the house. The hallway's predominant color scheme comprised pristine white walls adorned with vintage wall lamps, accented by quartz pillars supporting the ceiling. A striking red carpet stretched the length of the corridor, complemented by a row of expansive windows along one side, offering panoramic views. As he strolled through, a curated collection of relics and artworks adorned the walls, further enhancing the ambiance of opulence and extravagance, effectively showcasing the luxurious nature of the residence.
Ryūji walked behind Mana until they reached a big double door. Upon entering, a spacious dining room unfolded before him, resembling the hallway in its design, albeit devoid of relics, artworks, or wall lamps. Instead, the focal point of the room was the pair of majestic crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling. Three of the walls were adorned with expansive windows, offering picturesque views of the surrounding garden, while the fourth wall housed the double door through which Ryūji had just passed. At the center of the room stood a large dining table, elegantly set for eight guests, complete with gleaming dishes, cutlery, and adorned with fresh flowers, awaiting their arrival.
On the table, there were already 6 people sitting there. Sitting at the host seat was Senzaemon Nakiri, Mana’s father, and to his right was Azami Nakiri, Mana's husband. The next seat was Mana’s, followed by Erina Nakiri, Mana’s daughter. Sōe Nakiri, Senzaemon’s son sat to the left side of him, followed by Alice Nakiri, his wife, and Alice Nakiri, his daughter.
“Ugh, why did it take you foreeeever?”
Erina Nakiri, being 3 years old, possessed mesmerizing purple-pinkish eyes that captivated onlookers, accentuating her long, honey-blonde hair cascading gracefully just above her lower back. Delicately styled side bangs adorned her visage, gently sweeping across her cheeks and descending to the nape of her neck, framing her features with an air of elegance and sophistication.
She was pouting and complained about Mana and Ryūji's late arrival.
“Shy giggle Sorry, Ryūji just passed out, so I ended up staying with him for a little while.”
“Hmm… You were pass out, Ryūji? Do you need me to call the doctor?”
Senzaemon was a figure of elder wisdom, his countenance adorned with long, spiky strands of gray hair, accompanied by a dignified mustache and beard. A pronounced scar marred his right eye, etching a diagonal path from the center of his forehead to just above his right cheekbone, a testament to battles long fought. Despite the passage of time, his physique remained remarkably robust and muscular, defying the frailty often associated with age. His gaze exuded an aura of intensity and intimidation, yet beneath the stern exterior lay the occasional glimpse of softer, more lighthearted expressions, hinting at a multifaceted personality. Like just now he asked Ryūji with concern.
“Yes and no, Senzaemon-sama. I’m fine. I just had a little sunstroke.”
“Hmm… If you say so. And call me grandpa. You should remember that from now on, you will be a member of our family, and this house will be your home.”
“Yes, Senzaemon-ojii-san.”
“Mmm, good. Now hurry and sit at the table.”
With that, the lunch went smoothly and peacefully.
