[3rd POV]
From the very beginning, fate loved fucking him over.
He was born into a world of pain.
From his first draw of breath in the world, his life was a fragile thread, wavering between life and death. Diagnosed with leukaemia as a newborn, his small body became a battleground for a war he never chose.
His parents abandoned him, overwhelmed by the cruel twist of fate and the mounting medical bills. After all, what was the use of loving or sacrificing for a son who was destined to die?
So they left him at the hospital before he even turned one year old. They didn't give him to an orphanage, perhaps they thought he would be better off - surrounded by doctors, nurses, and machines. The last act of consideration on their part.
Luckily, the Child Welfare Service of the government allowed him to live in the hospital and get the necessary treatments until the day he got better or died because of the cancer.
So he grew up not in a home filled with warmth and family, but in the sterile embrace of white walls and hospital beds. The hospital became his entire world - the sharp scent of antiseptic, the soft hum of machines, and the hushed voices of nurses checking on him late at night. The ceiling above his bed was a blank canvas he memorized in every shade of morning and evening light.
Despite all these, he learned how to be happy and smile early on.
He smiled through the pain of needle pricks, through the endless rounds of chemotherapy that left him too weak to lift his head. He smiled when the nurses changed his IV lines, whispering apologies as they struggled to find a vein in his bruised arms.
It might sound insane to the average person but he was genuinely happy. This was possible only because he never knew otherwise. It was all normal to him, the pain, the weakness, and even the chance of death.
Even when he got older and learned the full extent of his unfortunate fate, he still smiled. There was even a rebellious spirit mixed into that. To be happy despite the world cursing him to be sad. It was the greatest middle finger to fate.
Happiness was a choice. Most people don't know that but he learned it early on.
The cancer ward became his home, and its patients, his family. He did not know what the average home was like but he was happy with the family he found in the hospital. He could confidently say that he loved and he knew what it was like to be loved even though his own family abandoned him.
But the thing about the cancer ward was that friends never stayed for long. One by one, they left. Not to go home, but to a place he could not yet follow.
And yet he was never discouraged. He spent his entire life in the cancer ward, making new friends, and enjoying each day of his life because he wasn't sure if he would have the privilege to enjoy the next.
Indeed he was one the bravest souls people ever know.
At one point his story was shared on the internet and his bravery and strength inspired millions. The boy smiling at the cruellest fate. People thought that if he could be happy and brave, there was no reason they couldn't.
He became a beloved figure in the community.
The days blurred into weeks, and then months. His body grew weaker, his bones brittle, his skin pale. It may house one of the strongest souls but the body was weak.
But even when he was stuck in his bed and couldn't even walk anymore, he still found joy in books and animes after one of the nurses introduced him to them. He spent two years in bed like that, stubbornly clinging to life.
People asked why he was fighting. What reason does he even have to fight so stubbornly for his life? What was he even living for?
He laughed at those people and said he couldn't die until he knew what the One Piece was.
But the day finally came for him when he was 10 years old.
Yet even in death, he was brave. He was smiling.
"It's okay," he whispered, his lips curling into one final smile. "I'm going where my friends are. There's no pain there."
His eyes closed, the monitor let out a long, steady beep, and the room fell silent. The nurses, patients and the people who were inspired by his life, wept at his passing.
But at the same time, they knew he was going someplace better.
..
..
//////////////////
[1st POV]
"I was scammed," I said and opened my eyes to stare at the black ceiling of my own domain.
I wasn't sent to heaven like I was promised and meet my friends that went there before me. Instead, I found myself in a completely different world with the Sukuna template of all things.
But to be fair, at first, my second life was better than paradise. I had no trouble growing up, I was no different from an infant since I never experienced a proper childhood. I loved my second family easily and with all my heart.
I finally lived the life I wanted to live when I was chained down to bed by cancer. I had a family, had friends that didn't die next week, I fell in love and I was given a fighting chance at overcoming obstacles.
That was until All for One ruined everything for me once more. He was even worse than cancer.
And now everything was fucked again.
Truly I was cursed by fate.
I dispersed my domain and I found myself in a random bedroom. I could've slept on the bed but I was too paranoid so I made a small domain under the bed and slept there.
I stretched my six limbs before I walked out of the bedroom.
"Oh, good morning," I casually greeted the man taped on the wall with duct tape. He trembled and released muffled screams when he saw me.
He was my most loyal hater. He would publish many articles and other negative things about me even before my reputation was dragged into the mud and I was accused of being a villain.
I took the phone beside the table and looked at one of the few things he posted about me on his account to renew my anger because I nearly had pity for him when he was sobbing.
--------
1. Worst UA student in terms of Fashion
Arata, bro, you look like a walking Heian-era fashion disaster. Four arms, but not a single one picked out a decent outfit - just baggy robes that scream 'I haunt rice fields for fun.' And that haircut? Looks like your barber was blindfolded and dared to make you look 'historically menacing.' You're not a King of Curses - you're a King of Questionable Style...read more.
2. Why Daigo Arata looks like evolution give up halfway....read more.
3. Five reasons why Daigo Arata's hero name Ryomen Sukuna is horrible....read more
4. Corniest hero title was born today : 'The King of Curses,'....read more.
5. Sukuna's hero costume makes him look like a failed boss design of Dark Souls....read more
---------
A grown man hating on the most popular UA student because he was salty he only made it to the general course in the past. I tossed the phone at his head and it fell on the ground.
"You're funny. But I did tell you I would find you one day and instead of being afraid and apologizing, you said I'd never find you while calling me a slang I never even heard of," I said.
He just released more muffled screams. I only taped him up last night so he was still very energetic.
I would've never done this usually but I was a villain now, the worst Japan has ever seen according to the media, so I was allowed some mischievous payback.
I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and helped myself with whatever I liked. One of my hands looked through the many snacks he had in the fridge while the others made cereal.
He was surprisingly well-organised for a single bachelor, with proper leftovers. From the myriad of ingredients I saw, he cooked for himself too.
I turned on the TV in the living room and watched the news while I ate everything in the kitchen. Four arms were more convenient than people imagined. Two of them made toast while the others fed me leftover Gyoza and scooped cereal.
"Oh look a pudding, it's kept so neatly too," I commented, bringing the dessert in front of his eyes before I scarfed it down by a mouth I made at the palm of my hand.
He looked equally creeped out and mournful.
I continued listening to the news and when they talked about the reaction of the general public so far, I commented with a shrug.
"Talk about overreacting,"
They were acting like someone destroyed their city and defeated their strongest hero or something. I pondered about what I was going to do next, clearly, there was no place for me in Japan.
"Well, the world doesn't end in Japan," I said, getting an idea when the news mentioned the booked flight of Japan Airlines.
I always wanted to travel even in my previous life. What better time to do so than now, as I wait for things to calm down here in Japan?
I hummed thoughtfully, quickly making a plan on how I was going to travel and which country should I visit first but I paused when the news showed my supposed 'victims'.
It showed the image of my family.
I was not a stranger to the loss of a family or friend. But this particular loss knawed at my hallowed heart even when I tried to suppress it with Jujutsu.
When I lost others, it was always because I couldn't do anything. But this time, their death feels personal. I could've saved them if I had done things a little differently.
For a moment, I stopped controlling myself by converting any negative emotion into cursed energy and I allowed myself to grieve.
After all, I finally had time to do so.
The emotions that hit me were so heavy that I had to quickly stop myself once more. A single tear fell from my eyes which I quickly wiped away.
"I guess now I know what I am going to do,"
Fix what was broken.
Rebuild what was taken from me.
A healing journey around the world was a good start as any.
..
..
..
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Author : I just wanted to mention that this story is very unorthodox. I will not be telling the stories step by step, I will let situations tell the story and the readers will have to fit the puzzle and complete the story on their own, like I did in this chapter where I just now showed about his past life. So if don't like giving focus or thinking while reading a story, this wouldn't be for you.
Also, we are still in the prologue of the story so its natural if you don't find the depth or chracter attachment yet.