NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2: Cap1
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This story is written in Spanish and then translated to English, if you find mistakes or nonsense please let us know to correct it.
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*Pov MC*
I've been living my new life for 4 years and 10 months now, though you're supposed to lose your memories to live in peace. But because I picked up that letter out of curiosity back then, it seems that changed everything completely. Now that I have a defined consciousness and understand words enough to express myself, it feels strange to recall that moment when I was in the void—or heaven or hell, I'm not sure what it was.
Apparently, I'm Ryomen Sukuna with the appearance of… I have no idea who, but the letter said Ryomen Sukuna had four arms. However, I only have two, which wouldn't bother me since I could do several things at once, but I'd likely face discrimination for my body changes.
And about that strange, rather ugly finger that appeared in my room when these tattoos showed up on my body—haha, I still remember the expression of Ayame, who's like my caretaker or stepsister.
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*Flashback*
In a somewhat small room with some scattered notebooks and clothes on a chair, the sound of someone snoring can be heard. On the bed, a small child is sleeping on his back, snoring loudly.
His sleep is interrupted by the sound of the alarm clock. Gradually, the boy wakes up, reluctantly gets up to turn off the alarm, and tries to go back to sleep. However, from the corner of his eye, he notices a strange box and a folded paper on top of it.
He feels something odd about the box and, for a moment, as if he's found something he lost. Half-asleep, curious, and annoyed, he tries to wake up. It takes him a while to fully come to his senses, but curiosity about the mysterious box drives him to get out of bed and reach for it.
Before he can grab the box, he sees a strange black mark on his right arm. Completely startled, he tries to rub it off with his left hand. Rubbing harder doesn't help, so he rushes to the bathroom.
He turns on the faucet, grabs the soap, and starts scrubbing his right arm, then washes it with water, but nothing happens. He repeats the process, harder and longer, but the black mark remains.
And it's not just on his right arm—it's also on his left arm and legs. This starts to scare him, but what makes him scream loudly enough to grab Ayame's attention is something else.
In the confusion and fear of what's on his body, he looks up and sees his face in the bathroom mirror, now also marked with black tattoos. This makes him scream, and within seconds, Ayame rushes into the bathroom.
She thought he'd hurt himself, but upon seeing the black marks, she gets scared too and decides to take him to the doctor. Worried and frightened, they wait in the clinic for his appointment.
The Sukuna marks don't go unnoticed and draw quite a bit of attention. For him, the wait feels eternal; seconds feel like minutes, and minutes feel like hours. After what seems like an eternity to Sukuna—but is actually 42 minutes—they're finally called into the doctor's office.
The doctor, showing great professionalism, examines Sukuna. Ayame, worried that her (step)brother might have a strange disease or something seriously wrong with his body, anxiously awaits an explanation. The doctor manages to calm her down.
The explanation he offers is that Sukuna's body is adapting—or rather modifying itself—in preparation for his quirk awakening. Ayame, confused by this news, looks to the doctor for clarification.
The doctor explains that sometimes people undergo genetic modifications in their bodies because of their quirks. These quirks can be very powerful, so the body must become strong enough to handle them.
For example, someone who develops a strength-based quirk might experience rapid physical growth, increased food consumption, or minor physical changes.
Therefore, Sukuna may be undergoing a similar process, though the doctor isn't sure what function the marks serve. He advises them to keep coming for further studies.
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*End Flashback*
She was definitely scared at that moment, and whenever she could, she'd take me to the doctor for checkups to make sure I was okay. The results always showed I was perfectly healthy.
Now that I'm only two months away from turning five—the age when quirks awaken—it's also the time when I'll have to eat this ugly, horrible finger. But why do I have to do it?
Well, that's easy. In the strange box that appeared in my room, I opened it and found this ugly thing inside. The letter explained my character, his abilities, and that I need to find the remaining 19 fingers scattered across the world—or rather, the city, according to the letter.
Still, 19 fingers? That's a lot. If I want to gain all of Ryomen Sukuna's power, I'll have to eat all those fingers. Once I have them, I'll supposedly understand something—but what that is, I have no idea.
Another thing I've learned—or rather discovered—is a type of energy, or so it seems, in the center of my stomach. I'm not sure what it is, but it feels strong and violent. I don't know how it works, but I have an idea of how to trigger it.
Once, when I got angry watching something on TV, that energy in my stomach reacted, and I felt like it wanted to burst out. At first, I was scared—no denying it—but it calmed down afterward. It seems to react to strong emotions, and it grows a little each day. Now, though, it seems to have stopped growing.
I just have to wait two more months to eat this finger and start my journey as Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest sorcerer of ancient times.
Patience is a virtue and an advantage, but finding 19 fingers—that's another story.
*End MC's POV*
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*Location: &=&%?! Place: Void*
In a sealed room with a chair, a soul is screaming at the top of its lungs, pacing around the room.
"Let me ouuuuut!"
"I have rights, you know! This is injustice—I demand a lawyer!"
"I want to live my new life as Ryomen Sukuna, cause chaos, and have my favorite waifus in a room to do whatever I want!"
"Helloooooo!"
Suddenly, a door appears in the room, and a figure in white armor with golden accents steps through.
"Finally, someone's here! Can you get me out of here? I need to grab my letter and start my new life."
[Sit down.]
"Huh?"
[I said SIT DOWN.]
*Thud.*
Instantly, the soul is thrown into the chair it had previously tossed aside in a fit of rage. Confused about why it's here and why it was thrown into the chair, it tries to demand an explanation—but before it can speak, the guard interrupts.
[Soul that lived its first life, you broke the first rule: do not leave your assigned line to enter another. You also broke the fifth rule: do not touch new souls. And lastly, you broke the twelfth rule: do not give your reincarnation envelope to a new or exiled soul.]
[As such, you are barred from re-entering the reincarnation cycle and will be sent to the exiled souls for labor, then eventually to soul recycling.]
"Wait, exiled souls? Soul recycling???"
"Hold on, what are these rules? No one ever told me about them! If they had, I wouldn't have done anything—I didn't mean to lose this opportunity!"
[They were explained upon your arrival.]
"Of course not! No one said anything about this stuff. I'm a great listener, so I would have..."
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*Flashback*
[Welcome, dead souls, to the void. Here, you will undergo judgment to determine your next destination. Your fate depends on your life, actions, karma, values, possessions, and many other factors. This will decide if you'll re-enter the reincarnation cycle, remain here, or become guardians—it all depends on you.]
[But there are exceptions. Some of you have a green mark on your chest, meaning you'll enter the reincarnation cycle directly. Let me explain some specific rules before you proceed and hear the rest of the rules.]
[Please do not leave your assigned line. Do not let go of your reincarnation envelopes. Do not touch any new souls in the middle line, and above all, do not give them your reincarnation envelope. Understood?]
"YES, SIR!" 123,858 souls in unison.
[Good. Now, go through that door. The rest of you, follow me.]
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*End Flashback*
"Uh, I... um..."
"I didn't mean to… my envelope…"
The soul falls to its knees and cries in the most dramatic way possible while sucking its thumb.
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