Capítulo 35: The One with Playing Detective
[Author's Note:- according to jujutsu kaisen timeline gojo has just defeated toji a few months ago, so right now Satoru is still a teenager. Please keep that in mind if you ever find Gojo's decision more impulsive and less logical. Teenagers are stupid]
[Satoru Gojo's POV]
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the absence of pain.
My head felt heavy, disoriented, but it wasn't pain that gnawed at me—it was something else. Something worse. My arm… was gone.
I blinked, my vision adjusting to the sterile lights above. White panels, metallic surfaces, and an odd hum that vibrated through the floor. The place was foreign, more advanced than anything I had ever seen. This wasn't Japan, nor anywhere else on Earth that I could recognize.
I tried to move my right arm, only to find nothing but the dead weight of a missing limb. A bandaged stump where it should've been. The memories flooded back—the basilisk, the fight, that monstrous creature tearing through my infinity like I was nothing. Me, the Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer in the world, laid low like some common pest.
I tried to summon my cursed energy. It didn't respond.
A chill ran through me. No cursed energy? How?
I could still feel my Six Eyes working, the cursed technique ingrained in my very soul. But that was all I could feel.
I clenched my teeth. My reverse cursed technique—my ace in the hole—couldn't even heal my arm. I was just another weak human now. No Limitless. No infinity. My chest tightened as the realization washed over me, sinking in like venom.
I was powerless.
First Toji, then the Basilisk, and now this. One loss after another.
I lifted my head slowly, eyes narrowing as I took in my surroundings. The room wasn't designed like a prison cell, but the surrounding me screamed otherwise. Through my Six Eyes, I could see the entire structure—some sort of flying aircraft carrier. I could see beyond this room, into the complex web of technology that lined every corridor. The walls were teeming with systems I couldn't even begin to comprehend. This wasn't just some high-tech prison. This was something far beyond Earth's capabilities.
I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to regain control. This was just a setback. Satoru Gojo never stays down for long. I'm the strongest. I always bounce back.
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I sat in the cold, sterile room of the aircraft carrier, my bandaged stump throbbing. My right arm was gone. My cursed energy—stripped away. No Infinity. No Limitless. The Six Eyes still worked, though, and I could see everything. My vision stretched beyond the walls of this room, mapping out the intricacies of this strange, impossible vessel hovering above a world I no longer recognized.
But the energy… the energy was different.
I closed my eyes, focusing on what my Six Eyes were telling me. There was no cursed energy anywhere on this ship. Not even the faintest trace of it. I had felt it when I first woke up, like being blindfolded in a room full of strangers. This wasn't a normal absence—it was an anomaly. Everywhere I had ever been, cursed energy had existed in some form. Even in the most remote parts of the world, the ambient negativity from human emotions gave rise to cursed energy.
But not here. Not a single person here has cursed energy yet it other cells I could see people with various forms of energy within them that I have no idea about.
I tried to reach for my cursed energy earlier, to tap into the Reverse Cursed Technique that had saved me before. But nothing responded. It wasn't just that I was weak or injured. It was like the world itself was denying me access to my power.
Suddenly it clicked.
That was the first clue.I leaned back, staring at the ceiling, my mind working through the possibilities. No cursed energy. That was the key. But it wasn't the first time I had encountered something like this. The first time it happened was when I entered Hogwarts with Gilderoy.
Back then, it hadn't struck me as odd at first. Hogwarts was a place filled with a different kind of energy—something ancient, something magical, but not cursed energy. I had sensed it the moment I stepped foot on the grounds. A shift in the atmosphere. The very air felt thick with this alien energy that had nothing to do with curses or jujutsu sorcery.
I had dismissed it at the time. After all, the place was a thousand year old secret room of some sorcerer and I was more focused on trying to stop whatever tries to kill me. The energy there was more chaotic but controlled and structured. But there was no cursed energy anywhere in Hogwarts, not even in the darkest corners of its ancient halls.
That had been my second clue. But I hadn't realized it back then. Not fully.
Now, sitting in this alien prison, I was starting to see the pattern. Hogwarts. The basilisk. Gilderoy. And now this… aircraft carrier? Each step of the way, I had been surrounded by energies that didn't belong to anywhere in the world. And each time, there had been no cursed energy to speak of.
It didn't make sense.
In my world, every living being—every thing—is connected to cursed energy. Human negativity, fear, and hatred all give rise to curses, and curses, in turn, feed on that energy. It's an unbreakable cycle. Even someone without any cursed techniques still possesses cursed energy, even if it's latent or weak.
But Gilderoy? He had none.
I narrowed my eyes, recalling my first encounter with him. He had approached me, confident, smiling that insufferable smile of his, offering my clan money to deal with some cursed spirit lurking in his school. At first glance, he seemed like just another charlatan. Another weakling from a some rich jujutsu clan.
But here was the strange part—he had no cursed energy. I hadn't given it much thought then, but now? It stood out like a beacon.
Every human in my world has cursed energy. Even those who can't use it, even those who are completely unaware of it, still have a trace of it lingering in their body. It's as natural as breathing. And yet, Gilderoy… had nothing. Not a single shred of cursed energy in his entire being.
That should've been impossible.
At first, I chalked it up to him being a foreigner from a distant place. Maybe his was a mutated form of cursed energy as there had been few records of those in jujutsu archives. But now, after fighting the basilisk, after waking up here in this strange, high-tech prison, I realized something far more important:
Gilderoy wasn't just from another place.
He was from another world.
I stood up, pacing the small confines of my cell, the realization hitting me like a wave. That was the only explanation. I had felt it in Hogwarts—no cursed energy, just a completely different type of energy. And now, in this place, the same thing. There were all sorts of energies here—technological, cosmic, bioelectric—none of it remotely resembling cursed energy.
And if Gilderoy could exist in both of these worlds, it meant one thing: he could travel between them.
of course its a bit far-fetched but the pieces were starting to fit together.
I stopped pacing, my mind racing.
And that meant he had chosen my world for a reason.
I gritted my teeth, my frustration building. I had been a fool. I had thought I was in control, that after Toji, I could handle anything thrown my way. But Gilderoy had played me. He had brought me into this mess because he needed me to clean up his dirty work otherwise why would I be imprisoned when I was the one helping him? The basilisk, the chamber of secrets, the binding vow that everyone must leave after killing the threat inside the chamber.
Did that chamber really belong to Lockhart's ancestors or was I hired to commit a crime? Was I infiltrating some official site of the people of this world that's why I'm imprisoned?
But why? Why bring me into this?
Unless… he wanted something more than just the snake.
What if I was the target all along?
What if bringing me into his world—dragging me into this mess—was part of his plan? Maybe he needed me for something I couldn't yet see.
The Six Eyes? Limitless? Or something else entirely?
I clenched my fist, my mind racing. One thing was certain now—Gilderoy Lockhart wasn't just some sorcerer. He was far more dangerous than that. He had manipulated me, used me for his own purposes. And then imprisoned me.
But no more.
I would get to the bottom of this. I would find out what Gilderoy wanted, why he had come to my world, and what he planned to do next.
And when I regained my power—when I became Gojo Satoru once again—I would make sure he knew exactly what kind of mistake he had made.
Because if there was one thing I hated more than losing, it was being played.
[Author's note:- currently the MC is in the Marvel Universe. more specifically the animated series of Ultimate Spiderman and Avengers Assemble]
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