Enlightened Empire - Chapter 405: Masters of Fate

The moment Kazuma arrived in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, a cursed spirit knocked on his door, making him panic.Fortunately, he awakened the mission selection system.[Mission Option 1: Look into Gojo Satoru's eyes for ten seconds.Reward: Mangekyo Sharingan][Mission Option 2: Change Mei Mei's hairstyle to twin ponytails and have an in-depth communication with her~Reward: Tsukuyomi!]During the Shibuya Incident, Sukuna went crazy.Chibaku Tensei, Infinite Tsukuyomi, Susanoo...Yuji: “I thought that Gojo-sensei was already invincible. I didn't expect Kazuma to be even stronger than him.”Since he had arrived in this world, Kazuma vowed to make a happy ending.Gojo becoming Go/jo? That won't happen in his presence.Yuki, Nanami, Mai, Junpei...?He's going to save all of them.***This is just a translation. All credit goes to the original writers.Raw: 咒回：人生选择，开局万花筒！

“The Energy Accepting Spell has awakened,” a mysterious voice alerts Ji Fu, causing a surge of confusion and hunger.

Waking in an unfamiliar yet strangely familiar world, Ji Fu discovers he’s transmigrated into a modern martial arts universe, complete with advanced technology and fierce beasts.

Here, he’s a high school student and an orphan, just like his previous life, but with a twist—he’s brought along a cheat system from his former world that enables automatic martial arts cultivation.

What unforeseen challenges await him in this world where martial arts reign supreme?

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One day I got a younger sister.Only I know her true identity.