When he opened his eyes, Naoya found himself in a classroom surrounded by people he vaguely recognized.
He was sitting in a small class with 12 other people his age and had some guy in his mid-30s talking about stuff he didn't understand.
"Where am I?"
Naoya muttered softly before being struck with a headache that made him almost vomit as foreign memories came flooding in.
Memories that didn't belong to him,the Zenin clan, jujutsu, cursed energy, projection sorcery, and more .
While it felt like it actually only took a moment for all the memories to finish assimilating.
He felt his sense of self collapsing as his whole being merged with that of Naoya Zenin until he eventually pulled through and maintained his sense of self.
'No' I'm not Naoya Zenin. I'm a modern-day man who was crippled in his teen years and couldn't walk.
He remembered spending a lot of time reading anime and manga and among the many shows he watched, one that he especially loved was Jujutsu Kaisen.
Looking around him, he spotted a pink-haired boy sitting in the back with a guy built like an ogre with muscles that couldn't be hid with clothes.
In the front was a gloomy but annoyingly handsome dark-haired boy seated with a green-haired woman with a ponytail and glasses.
For some reason, looking at the bespectacled women made him disgusted, but he bottled those emotions.
He also, ridiculously enough, saw a panda sitting with a robot of some sort.
And more familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Seeing all these faces he begrudgingly recognized, he felt another headache coming on before saying.
"Yo teach can I use the restroom real quick?"
Not paying much attention to him.
"Go ahead, and since the class is about to end, go to the training hall for today's sparring lesson" before he went back to teaching.
"Sure"
As Naoya got up and left the classroom, he felt a few stares and a hostile air aimed at him, but he just ignored them for now as he left.
Finally reached the restroom and locking the door.
Naoya could finally have the panic attack he had been suppressing.
"What the fuck is going on right now?"
How was he in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen?
Didn't he commit suicide?
So was he here now?
Was the afterlife just the world of Jujutsu Kaisen?
From what he knew, it was pretty close to hell.
But he doubted it.
Was transmigration actually possible? Did one just have to commit suicide to end up in their favorite anime world? Was the tradition of truck kun transmigrating gone?
Thinking of this, he pitied the people with Attack on Titan as their favorite anime.
Still, that probably wasn't it.
Maybe all of this was a dream, and he'll end up back in his dark and lonely one-bedroom room apartment, unable to walk.
Almost going into a depressive spiral again, he pulled himself out.
"No, more importantly, I have legs again"
He almost felt like crying tears of joy after not being able to walk for almost a decade having a functioning body had been his biggest dream.
That's right , didn't he always say that "if I just had legs again, I'd do my best"
Maybe back then it had been his way of running away by asking for the impossible, but now that his wish was fulfilled and he got even more than he had asked for in the form of a second life, and that too in his favorite anime, where he could abuse future knowledge.
This was his chance to let go of all his regrets and actually live a life he could be proud of.
With all that said. The world of jujutsu kaisen was ruthless and didn't favour the weak or unfortunate.
If he had been reborn into the body of anyone else, he might have been dead, but this was Naoya Zenin that he had ended up as.
And Naoya Zenin was many things, but weak wasn't one of them.
At least as long as he wasn't an idiot and didn't try to punch above his weight class and used his technique specialized for speed and running to actually run away from threats that he couldn't take.
Still, he had a lot of questions about what a supposed 28-year-old Naoya was doing in what he presumed to be Jujutsu High.
But, before he could raise any of them. He had to address the blue translucent screen in front of him.
As he clicked on it, a screen opened in front of him.
"Welcome to the world of Jujutsu, Host."
"There's actually no way!!"
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Name: Naoya Zenin
Age: 16
Title: Disgrace of the Zenin clan
Techniques: projection sorcery
Potential Awakening: 0
Talents:
Physical combat:4
Jujutsu talents:2
Projection sorcerery:5
Luck:1
Potential points:0
Points needed for next Awakening:10[locked]
[Quests]
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Slowly taking a moment to reflect, Naoya finally gave up.
"Well, I take it back ,this world of jujutsu kaisen is about to see the power of overpowered self-inserts with a system"
Feeling gleeful, he clicked on the [quest] menu, expecting something easy like killing grade 4 or 3 curses.
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Main quest:1
[Defeat the full powered king of curses]
Main Quest:2
[Defeat the merger]
Main quest 3
[Save the world]
--
"It's over"
It was at this moment Naoya realized why there were no free lunches in the world as he realized maybe a life of rotting away in his bed all day wasn't the worst it could be.