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"The King of Curses is Mid and I Can Prove It"

Kenji Murakami died the way he lived — arguing with strangers on the internet about power scaling. After cracking his skull on his bathtub at 2 AM following the composition of a ten-thousand-character Twitter dissertation on why Sukuna was the most generic villain in modern shonen, Kenji wakes up as the man himself — or rather, in the spiritual parking space the King of Curses was supposed to occupy inside Yuji Itadori's soul. The real Sukuna is gone. The power is all his. And Kenji has never been more annoyed in either of his lives. Because Sukuna's abilities are boring. Cut. Cut. Cut. Slash. Cut again. Fire arrow. Cut but in a bubble. A thousand years of jujutsu mastery and the pinnacle of cursed energy manipulation produced a man with the creative range of a food processor. Kenji refuses to touch any of it. Instead, armed with an engineering degree, an unreasonable amount of cursed energy, and the spiteful determination of a man who will NOT be a one-trick pony, he sets out to reinvent jujutsu from the inside out — offensive Reversed Cursed Technique, mathematically calculated Black Flash on demand, layered energy applications that have never existed before, and whatever else he can dream up that isn't just cutting things. There's just one problem. Well, several problems. Every single woman in this world is built like a structural engineering violation. Gojo Satoru is a six-foot goddess with the Six Eyes and a fascination with him that's growing by the day. Fushiguro Megumi is looking at him like he personally hung the moon and she'd like to thank him in ways that would require a content warning. And every other female sorcerer he encounters seems to have been designed by a committee that took the phrase "down bad" as an architectural blueprint. Kenji notices none of this. He's too busy being right about power scaling.
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