Carnage.
The village lay in ruins.
Dust blanketed the ground like snowfall, and thick smoke curled into the dark, stormy sky. Buildings were nothing more than charred remains.
Fires crackled in the distance, painting the landscape with a hellish atmosphere.
Amidst the destruction stood a man, red robes flickering in the wind like a war banner. Heat kissed at his skin, but he paid it no mind. His face, ominously handsome, was at odds with the malevolent aura that seeped from every inch of him.
"You vile demon!" an old man spat, his voice strained but defiant. "One day, you'll suffer retribution for all the sins you've committed!"
He tried to look imposing, fury burning in his eyes.
But any dignity he had was crushed — literally — beneath the boot pressing his face into the dirt.
"You people are so boring — saying the same stuff as if it means anything." The man wearing the red robes faintly chuckled.
His tone shifted to something colder — flat and almost weary.
"For 100 years I've been chased and hunted down by you sorcerers. Now that I've become strong enough to pay it all back, you act as if I'm the vilest thing to exist..."
He exhaled lightly, shaking his head.
"...Though I suppose 'demon' isn't entirely inaccurate."
A faint smile graced his lips. "Killing you sorcerers is quite fun. They all come to me in groups, expecting their absolute victory..." His smile grew wider, almost as if reminiscing. "Until they decrease one by one, helplessly getting slaughtered like little lambs — it's really such a sight, haha!"
He laughed — loud and wild, echoing through the broken village.
"And when they realize they can't win due to the vast disparity in strength, they begin begging, bargaining their lives with information, secrets, betrayal... It's really laughable!
He tilted his head, his silver eyes meeting the old man's.
A small yet sadistic grin formed on his face. "Ah yes, that one girl... she had some talent."
With those sudden words, the old man's face grew heavier, like a sharp knife that was suddenly lodged into his chest.
"She was likely the successor of your little clan right? She acted so righteous, who would've guessed she'd also beg for her life?"
"Stop spouting lies you demon!" the old man roared.
But the red-robed man just grinned wider. "She even offered herself to me — her body, her soul — just to spare you and your little clan. So selfless. So pathetic..."
"You bastard!" the old man growled.
The red robed man smirked. Spouting lies and sprouting the seeds of despair was a sick game he had become fond of playing.
"Of course, I killed her anyway. She wasn't even worth enslaving."
Something inside the old man suddenly snapped.
With a roar of anguish, he pushed himself up, throwing the red-robed man's foot off with a final burst of strength.
With bloodshot eyes filled with rage, he charged at the devil who slaughtered his entire clan.
However, with each step, his body became more brittle, and as he was mere inches away from the red robed man, his body just evaporated into dust.
"That's a shame," the red robed man muttered, his expression turning into a solemn one.
The wind howled.
It swept through the ruined village like a silent reaper, carrying the old man's remains into the darkened sky — nothing left of him but dust.
The red-robed man stood motionless, eyes closed as the dust passed by him, brushing against his robes.
Then, he opened his mouth, speaking in a calm, detached, and almost mocking tone.
"From dust you came... and to dust you return. How poetic."
He turned away, the fire's glow casting long shadows behind him.
"Consider this the final chapter of your pitiful clan — buried not in history, but in silence."
His robes fluttered with the wind as he walked through the ruins, flames dancing in his wake.
Behind him, only smoke remained.
And the memory of a massacre...
This was one of the many sinister tales of the Vile Demon of Silver.
And this was the last battle etched into history before his disappearance...
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The Vile Demon of Silver, or his real name as a transmigrator, Satoshi, sat on a chair with half-lidded eyes.
His face revealed a bored expression.
He had nothing to do.
A hundred years ago, he had transmigrated into this world of anime. Unfortunately for him, he was in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen during the Heian Era.
Not only that, he was a curse.
Chased by sorcerers for most of his life, he sought strength and began his slaughter on this world.
Killing and growing stronger became a means of passing time, however, now that he was the strongest, what was there to do?
That clan he had wiped out was the last clan that had the guts to hunt him down.
But even they were pitifully weak.
Where was the enjoyment in crushing ants?
The title of strongest?
What an unbearably lonely title...
Satoshi sighed.
"I'm tired... I miss modern day food... I miss a cozy home, I miss watching anime. As fun as having powers is, this world is too dull and is too backward..."
However, as Satoshi was lamenting, that was when he heard a noise.
[Ding! Absolute Dominion System binded!]
"The hell? A system?" Satoshi muttered in disbelief, before annoyance quickly emerged on his face.
"Where the hell were you a hundred years ago?!" He cursed.
What terrible luck he had.
Not only did he transmigrate into Jujutsu Kaisen during the Heian Era, but he was also a curse, systemless, and had to fend for himself.
This was utter bullshit!
After spending a few seconds to regather himself, he looked into the system.
[Task: Become the strongest!]
"..."
This system had to be joking, right?
Was it late or what?
"Uhh... system, I've already become the most feared being to exist."
[Cough... deleting system...]
"Don't you cough me and delete yourself! At least give me my reward for becoming the strongest!"
[...]
Silence.
Was this system embarrassed? What system tries to delete themselves!
[Cancelled the deletion... remodelling system...]
[Ding! Changed to Generic Harem System.]
"Why that stupid name?:
[Deleting—]
"Okay! My apologies! Don't delete yourself."
Satoshi massaged his temples.
"What do you do?"
[Task: Seduce women from various animes.]
Satoshi was about to lose his shit, but his one hundred years of maturity calmed him down, enough to only show a strained smile. "I don't know if you notice, System. I'm in the fucking Heian Era, what women from anime is there to seduce? There isn't even any from my own anime I'm in. Well, there was that one annoying one, but I already killed her a few decades ago."
[...]
[Reward for becoming the strongest completed! Obtained: Reincarnation magic!]
It conveniently gave him a reward.
"Hoh? Reincarnation magic? Is there a description on it?"
[Description: once activated, host reincarnates]
A vague explanation...
"Why did I even ask?" Satoshi sighed.
"There's nothing else to do in this world, I might as well."
As for the risks of losing all his powers, he didn't really care. Though, he wanted to make sure of one thing.
"Do I keep my memories?"
[Affirmative]
"Good, then I won't hesitate. Activate it!"
Shortly after, a bright light erupted from his body and Satoshi completely disappeared.
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Darkness.
Quiet. Still.
Then movement.
Cramped, wet, and very unpleasant.
"Ah. Guess this is it."
A sigh echoed in his mind.
"Reincarnation magic actually worked."
Everything squeezed. Pressure mounted. Then—
He was born.
Small. Weak. Normal.
But most importantly, human.
Hands lifted him.
"Look at those eyes... silver," someone whispered.
"Huh. Still got the eye color. Neat."
A voice soon declared, likely his mother: "His name shall be Satoshi."
He blinked, yawning
Then promptly fell asleep.
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Four years swiftly passed.
A boy with white hair and piercing silver eyes was casually laying down on his belly, reading manga.
However, he was soon interrupted when a girl, about three years older, came up to him.
"Satoshi, why are you always reading that! Come play with me!" She whined.
Satoshi sighed, looking up at his older sister who shared similar features to him — snow white hair and sharp eyes.
Four years ago, he had used that reincarnation spell. The result? He was born into a small family of sorcerers.
And in a twist of fate, became the little brother of Mei Mei — that one sexy, money obsessed woman in the anime.
Having been starved of modern day stuff for over a hundred years, the moment Satoshi was old enough to speak, he asked for mangas, and watched TV all day like he was some kind of neet.
The title of Vile Demon of Silver seemed almost non existent now...
Well, he could care less for titles and his image.
He just wanted to enjoy himself.
And as a toddler, there wasn't really much he could do except that.
Of course, that was just his excuse.
He had no grand plans for this new life.
Satoshi soon got up and spoke. "Okay."
"Awesome! Let's go outside!"