So, I'm Gojo Satoru—but how should I put it? I'm alive, but not quite the way I should be. I've become a curse, still Gojo Satoru, but different.
There are six eyes on my body—literally. And every single one of them is the Six Eyes. I can hide them, remove them, and even open them anywhere I want—on my palm, the back of my head, anywhere. And the things I can see? You wouldn't believe it. It's like the Byakugan from Naruto, but far beyond that. With the Six Eyes—all of them—I can see everything.
I don't really have memories of gojo but flashes and those emotion.
(Image of gojo with six eyes)
(Image of gojo when he looked at the mirror to identify itself and saw stitching mark on his forehead)
Now I'm here, in this rattrap apartment, under no mention of someone ever living here: there was no one else here and it seems the other building from near here was destroyed, like in a battle or something recently, and he seemed to be the only one here in this area.
But that's not all. On another note There's something else in my head—knowledge that doesn't fit. Techniques, powers, a whole damn arsenal I shouldn't have. Infinity. Six Eyes which i already have and that too in six. Domain Expansion. I know how to use them, instinctively, like I've been training my whole life. Except I haven't. I'm not a sorcerer. I'm just… me. And now I'm just confused a little bit.
"What did I do to deserve something like this?" I mutter, pacing the tiny room. My footsteps echo on the warped floorboards. "Was it something I said? Did I piss off God? A witch? Alien abductors?" I stop, glancing at the window.
The window is dirty, but I can see a bit outside—broken buildings, wrecked roads, smoky air. It's a place, but used to be a place. It looks like heroes and villains fought here and left it a mess. There's a far-off sound, not cars, but crumbling stuff and something burning. I look harder not actually, and then the old TV in the corner—cracked and shaky—turns on. It buzzes, and a voice says: "…Omni-Man saves the day again, stopping trouble in—" It cuts off and goes to a random buzz channel when there is no signal, going quiet.
My stomach sinks. I know that name. I've watched the show, read the comics few atleast.
Superheroes, Viltrumites, blood, lies, betrayel, multiverse, and all that shit. This is the Invincible world. And I'm stuck here, in a body that's in a cursed form… though I wondered can Atom Eve change me from this cursed form to the living one.
I push my back against the wall and slide down to sit on the floor. My breathing's quick, chest tight.
"Okay, think," I say to myself. "You're Gojo Satoru now. You've got powers—strong powers. That's good, right? You can stay safe." But it doesn't help. It makes me more scared. Powers mean people notice you. Notice means danger. Viltrumites don't play—they tear people up, take over worlds.
I look up fast, checking the room. No cameras, no glowing eyes in the walls. Just a messy apartment—peeling paint, a mattress, that broken TV.
I'm sure as hell is freaking out, but it makes sense. In this world, the strongest guy—Omni-Man—is a killer who tricks everyone. And I've got these powers—cursed energy, like electricity in me.
I squeeze my hands, and it gets sharper. A faint shield flickers around them. Infinity. It's real. And it has been on for like ever since I woke up and I didn't even noticed it, well I'm safe in this world with this one and my domain expansion.
I need to get out. Sitting here makes me somewhat nervous wven with things like domain expansion and my infinity, like a target waiting to get hit wven though infinity will stop it.
I grab a my shirt from the floor, worn it but warm—and put it on. It fits this body just right, like it's mine.
The hallway's worse than the room—dark, smelly with mold and burnt stuff. I lock the door, check it twice, then once more.
Gotta be sure. The stairs creak as I go down, each step making me somewhat nervous.
I stop halfway, listening. Just the quiet hum of the ruined city through the walls. I'm scared of nothing.
Outside, the air's cold, sharp, and smells like smoke. The street's dead—broken ground, flipped cars, a bus half-fallen apart.
Oh and my glowing eyes stand out.
I start walking, no plan, just moving. The Six Eyes on—everything's too sharp, too bright. I see cracks in the ground, heat from people hiding in a smashed shop, and I close my eyes to stop it. It doesn't stop. The info keeps coming, making me more overwhelmed.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot—I can teleport.
I looked up at the sky, and instinctively, I activated my Infinity and Six Eyes. The next thing I knew—poof—I was in the sky. Just like that, I had teleported instantly.
From up above, I took in the sight below. The entire area was in ruins—buildings crushed, debris scattered everywhere, rubble still falling. It was complete devastation.
Here I am, floating in the sky not too much but just above enough see a wrecked city, the cold wind biting at my face. My shirt flaps against me, and the Six Eyes—all six of them—take in everything below.
Ruins stretch out as far as I can see—crushed buildings, scattered junk, smoke curling up from little fires. It's a mess, like a war just rolled through.
My heart's still racing from the teleport. It is somewhat thrilling using the power of Gojo Satoru for the first time and it actually turned out that he can use them without any problem.
One second I was on the roads, the next—bam—I'm up here. Instinct, pure and simple. These powers are wild, and I don't even know half of what I can do yet.
I drop my gaze to my hands, glowing faintly with Infinity. It's been on since I woke up, a shield I didn't even notice at first.
That's good—it means I'm safe, right? No stray bullets or falling bricks can touch me. But my mind's spinning, and I can't shake the feeling I'm in way over my head.
This is the Invincible world—Omni-Man, Viltrumites, heroes getting smashed to bits. And me? I'm Gojo Satoru, sure, but a cursed version, stuck in a body that's not quite alive, not quite dead, with six freaky eyes I can move around like some kind of horror show trick. I don't even have real memories—just flashes, feelings, bits of someone else's life. It's confusing, and I hate it.