Waking up was strange. I still wasn't used to being in this world. I reached for my phone out of habit, but obviously, I didn't have one. On another note, I was surprised I even managed to get an inn to stay in. Fortunately, the owner of this place—the Hostess of Fertility—was doing something outside, and I managed to catch her.
The bed and room were simple. Nothing to scream about. The only condition was a promise I made to the owner: don't piss her off. The problem? I had no idea what that actually entailed. Did she mean in general? Or was there some unspoken rule I couldn't break?
Hah~ I'll just figure it out as time passes.
I needed to get dressed, but the bad news was my clothes were stained with blood. And it's not like I could clean them because I only knew how to use a washer. That left me with one option—buy new clothes. Which meant re-wearing this bloodstained fit for now and that definitely wouldn't bode well.
'System, I couldn't just buy clothes off you?'
[You could, yes. But you only have 110 Cursed Coins.]
'Oh shit. Did I start with a hundred?'
[Correct.]
'Shouldn't you have told me...?'
[You never asked.]
Touché.
Opening up the shop feature, I was greeted with multiple tabs across different categories. Weapons, books, etc.—but I was here for clothing. Clicking on it, I was immediately greeted by three recommended sets.
The basic Jujutsu Sorcerer outfit consisted of a dark, high-collared jacket that fastened diagonally across the chest with simple metal clasps. The material looked durable—somewhere between reinforced cloth and flexible leather. The pants were plain, fitted, and tucked into ankle wraps for easy movement, paired with thin-soled black shoes built for agility. Overall, it was clean and functional—made for movement, not attention.
Toji's attire was a simple, sleeveless black shirt that clung to his frame, exposing his muscular arms with nothing to flap or snag in a fight. Loose-fitting pants tied at the ankles and waist gave him full mobility without excess drag, and black shinobi-style sandals completed the look. The whole outfit was quiet, efficient, and stripped of anything unnecessary—perfect for a killer who didn't need flash to get the job done.
Sukuna's outfit during his fight with Gojo was minimal, designed entirely for freedom over defense. A long, open-front robe with wide sleeves hung off his shoulders, tied at the waist with a simple sash. The fabric moved easily with his body, exposing most of his upper torso, while straight-cut pants tucked into traditional shin wraps finished the look. It felt more like the garb of an executioner than a disciplined sorcerer.
The best part was that all of them had Self-Cleaning and Regeneration features as long as I channeled Cursed Energy into them. That's what the descriptions claimed, at least.
Now the question was—what to choose? Sukuna's clothes weren't really optimal for me. I couldn't see myself in them. Toji's were cool, but not really something I'd wear all the time. And the Sorcerer fit? It wasn't screaming my name either. But anything beat blood-stained clothes, I'll make sure to clean them when i got the chance but for now...
I'll flip a coin! I'll leave it up to chance!
Reaching into the bag of gold coins Artemis gave me, I pulled one out and designated heads or tails. One side had a large crest—heads. The other had some strange symbol—tails.
Heads = Jujutsu Sorcerer fit
Tails = Toji's fit
Fling~
I closed my eyes and waited for the coin to make contact.
Ding~
Heads it is, then.
[Jujutsu Sorcerer Uniform – 100 Cursed Coins]
A lot, considering I'd only have 10 left afterward but I wouldn't need to go clothes shopping unless I genuinely just felt like it. Self-cleaning feature on top!
The sleek, dark uniform appeared out of thin air, and I put it on. It was a nice contrast to my hair and eyes. In the mirror, I radiated a certain uniqueness—golden eyes and light green hair still tied into a ponytail.
'This is absurdly long. I'll cut it so it just rests on my upper back instead of dragging down to my feet.'
For that, though, I needed a sharp object. Sure, I could use Dismantle, but then—rest in peace to everyone else in the room. I wasn't trying to become a criminal right out the gate... not that I was trying to become one in the first place. I did want to enjoy this life. But hey, you never know how life goes so we'll wait and see.
I exited my room, heading downstairs, and—like I thought would happen—a bunch of people stared at me with confusion in their eyes.
The tavern was quieter than you'd expect, the early morning light streaming in through tall windows, casting long golden beams across the polished wooden floor. A few female staff moved about, cleaning tables or prepping for the lunch crowd, their chatter low and routine. The scent of fresh bread and brewing tea hung faintly in the air, mixing with the ever-present trace of spilled ale from the night before.
Most of the patrons were adventurers, either nursing hangovers or prepping for Dungeon runs—armor half-equipped, weapons at their sides, mugs of water or weak ale in hand. Their gazes locked onto me like I'd just stepped out of a different world… and, well, I kind of had.
'Hah~, it's so hard being this good-looking.'
I waved at Mia, who was behind the counter even at this early hour. Being a business owner looked like a taxing job.
"Tch. If good looks paid rent, you'd still be broke. Now quit preenin' and sit your ass down if you want to eat."
"How did you know I was relishing in my good looks?"
"Boy, I'll smack the side of yer head if you say that again."
'Tch. Annoying woman. Here I thought you were nice.'
I kept my complaints to myself and just ordered a simple breakfast. Even though I wanted more, until I secured an income, I was absolutely living off Artemis's gold coins as long as I could.
I was going to the Adventurer's Guild today, so I shouldn't have to wait too long for a proper income source. As long as they didn't reject me—which I doubted they would—but who fucking knows. If not, I'd turn to crime.
Sike.
I seriously wanted to explore this world and everything it had to offer.
Thuu~
'Hm?'
A boy with white hair and red eyes sat next to me. His frame looked pathetically weak—like a sneeze could end him. And yet, he radiated a strange mix of energy. I could feel negative emotions soaring off him like they were trying to reach the moon. But at the same time, something held them in check—controlled them. He had so much negativity buried deep inside, but he still smiled.
'Haha~ Some people are just built differently.'
I smiled and waited for my food. Maybe another time, I'd strike up a conversation, but right now, I didn't feel like dealing with it.