In the year 3035, Earth no longer belonged to humans. It had become a broken world ruled by curses—dark, intelligent entities born from centuries of fear, hatred, and despair. Cities lay in ruins, skies remained grey, and silence replaced the once-living noise of civilization. Almost all of humanity had been wiped out.

Only a few survivors remained, hiding in underground shelters, abandoned bunkers, and cursed-free zones. These humans lived in constant fear, knowing that at any moment, a curse could find them. There were no heroes left to protect them. No sorcerers. No saviors.

Long ago, there had been legends—names whispered like myths.

One of them was Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. A being so powerful that even other curses feared him. In his true form, he had four arms, two faces, and unmatched destructive power. He once dominated both humans and curses alike. But even he was eventually defeated—killed by a human.

That human was Yuji Itadori.

Another legend was Satoru Gojo, known as the strongest sorcerer of the modern era. With his Six Eyes and Limitless technique, he was considered untouchable. Infinity protected him from all harm. But even Gojo fell in battle. Sukuna, in his final war, summoned Mahoraga and created Agito to adapt and counter Gojo’s abilities. After a brutal fight that shook the world itself, Gojo was killed.

Ironically, history did not honor him. Instead of remembering him as a hero, people saw him as a weapon—a tool used and discarded.

But the most tragic figure of all was Yuji Itadori.

After defeating Sukuna, Yuji became something more than human. He inherited Sukuna’s Shrine abilities and even gained blood manipulation powers similar to Choso. Over time, with nearly 80 years of experience, Yuji surpassed both Sukuna and Gojo. He became the strongest being of his era.

Yet, Yuji made a fatal decision.

He wanted to become a cursed object—something eternal, something beyond life and death. But he did not know how. So he turned to Kenjaku, the ancient manipulator.

Kenjaku betrayed him.

Instead of helping, Kenjaku sealed Yuji in an infinite multidimensional prison—a space beyond reality itself. Yuji could neither escape nor die. He was erased from existence, yet still alive somewhere beyond dimensions.

With Yuji gone, there was no balance left.

Curses took over completely.

Now, in 3035, the remaining humans have made a desperate choice. Some of them—those with darker hearts—have begun forming deals with curses. They negotiate, trade, and even serve them in exchange for survival.

This is the opposite era of Jujutsu.

A world where curses rule… Humans hide… And heroes are forgotten.

But somewhere, beyond infinite dimensions…

Yuji Itadori still exists. In the ruined era of 3035, the ancient curses were not truly gone—they were reborn, shaped by a darker and more evolved world.

Jogo returned as Volkris, the Calamity Flame, a volcanic sovereign whose fire could melt entire cities into ash within seconds.

Mahito reincarnated as Morphis, the Soul Architect, gaining deeper control over souls, able to reshape entire populations into twisted beings with a single touch.

Hanami was reborn as Verdyra, the Nature’s Wrath, a massive entity controlling forests, roots, and toxic life forms that consume anything human-made.

Kenjaku returned as Abyssion, the Eternal Mind, now no longer limited to bodies—he exists as pure consciousness, capable of possessing multiple beings across dimensions.

These reborn curses are stronger, smarter, and no longer bound by old rules. They don’t just destroy humanity—they rule over what remains of it.

In the cursed year 3035, survival was no longer about power—it was about will.

Among the scattered remnants of humanity, three young warriors stood out. They had no cursed techniques, no energy, no supernatural gifts. Yet they chose to fight.

Akaiyo was the first. A calm but deadly boy with sharp instincts. He carried a worn katana, its blade chipped from countless battles. His eyes held no fear—only focus.

Kinako was different. Fast, unpredictable, and fierce. She used a modified laser gun built from scraps of old technology. Every shot she fired was precise, burning through curses with glowing beams.

Rosolen was raw power. Silent and strong, he wielded dual blades, moving like a storm in battle. He didn’t think—he attacked.

That day, they faced something impossible.

100 curses.

The ground trembled as dark figures surrounded them. Grotesque forms, twisted faces, crawling shadows—each curse hungry for blood.

Akaiyo stepped forward first.

“Don’t hold back,” he said quietly.

Then it began.

Kinako fired rapidly—light slicing through the darkness. Rosolen rushed ahead, cutting down curses with brutal force. Akaiyo followed with clean, deadly strikes, each swing of his katana precise and fatal.

The battlefield turned into chaos.

Curses screamed. Limbs fell. Shadows burned.

But the curses didn’t stop.

They kept coming.

One leaped at Kinako—she rolled, shot it mid-air. Another grabbed Rosolen—he tore free and split it in half. Akaiyo faced five at once, moving like flowing water, cutting each one down without hesitation.

Minutes felt like hours.

Their bodies bled. Their breaths grew heavy.

Yet they kept fighting.

Because if they stopped—

They would die.

At the end, silence returned.

All 100 curses… destroyed.

Akaiyo stood still, sword dripping. Kinako lowered her gun. Rosolen exhaled deeply.

They were not heroes.

The battle against 100 curses wasn’t about power—it was about strategy, teamwork, and survival instinct.

Akaiyo, the strategist, led the fight. He didn’t rush blindly. Instead, he observed the movement of the curses and created openings. Using his katana, he targeted weak points—neck joints, core shadows, and unstable forms. Every strike was clean and efficient, never wasted.

Kinako controlled the battlefield from a distance. Her laser gun wasn’t just for attack—it was for support and control. She shot fast-moving curses before they could reach the group, covered Akaiyo when he was surrounded, and created space by blasting groups apart. Her precision reduced their numbers quickly.

Rosolen was the frontline destroyer. While Akaiyo created openings and Kinako supported, Rosolen charged directly into the swarm. With dual blades, he used spinning attacks, cutting multiple curses at once. He took the most hits—but also dealt the most damage.

Their Key Strategy:

Divide the swarm: Kinako split the curses into smaller groups using ranged attacks.

Close combat execution: Akaiyo eliminated enemies with precision strikes.

Brute force clearing: Rosolen wiped out clusters with speed and power.

As the fight continued, they adapted.

When surrounded, they moved back-to-back, forming a triangle formation—covering all directions. When overwhelmed, Kinako fired high-energy bursts to push enemies back. When one got injured, the others instantly covered.

They didn’t fight like heroes.

They fought like survivors.

By the end, their bodies were exhausted, their weapons damaged—but the ground was filled with the remains of 100 curses.

They didn’t win because they were stronger.

They won because they never stopped fighting.

They were not chosen.

But in a world without sorcerers…

They became warriors.

Far beyond the ruins, deep within a cursed domain, something far more terrifying awakened.

The age of old curses had ended.

A new reign had begun.

At the center of it all stood Kurohito—the reincarnation of Mahito.

He was no longer the playful monster of the past.

Now, he was the King of Curses.

Tall, pale, with shifting patterns across his body, Kurohito smiled as he watched the world suffer. His power over souls had evolved—he could reshape entire armies, turning humans into obedient cursed beings with a single thought.

Beside him stood Mimogo, reborn from Jogo.

His body burned like a living volcano. Lava cracked through his skin, and every step he took melted the ground beneath him. His rage was constant, his power uncontrollable.

“I will burn everything,” Mimogo growled.

And then there was Nabami, the reincarnation of Hanami.

A massive being of roots, vines, and ancient energy. Wherever Nabami walked, nature twisted into deadly forms—trees became weapons, the earth itself attacked.

Unlike Mimogo, Nabami was silent.

Watching.

Waiting.

Kurohito looked at both of them and smiled.

“The world is ours now.”

In the distance, far away…

Three warriors stood after defeating 100 curses.

They didn’t know it yet.

But they had just stepped into a war far beyond their understanding.

Because the true rulers of fear…

Had finally awakened. While the world trembled under the rise of Kurohito, Mimogo, and Nabami, something far more dangerous moved in silence.

He had never truly died.

Kenjaku had returned—reborn under a new name:

Kimorutsu Noritoshi.

Unlike the other curses, Kimorutsu did not seek destruction through chaos.

He sought control over existence itself.

Hidden deep beneath the ruins of Earth, inside a massive underground chamber filled with ancient symbols and advanced technology, Kimorutsu prepared his greatest plan.

A plan beyond curses.

A plan beyond humanity.

“A cursed world is still limited…” he whispered, his voice calm yet terrifying.

“But a cosmic world… that is perfection.”

In front of him floated a massive ritual circle—half ancient jujutsu, half futuristic machine. It pulsed with strange energy, connecting dimensions beyond Earth.

His goal was clear:

To call aliens to Earth.

Not simple creatures—but higher beings, entities that existed beyond human understanding. By merging cursed energy with cosmic forces, Kimorutsu aimed to open a gateway between worlds.

But that was only the beginning.

He also sought the God of Earth—an ancient, hidden entity said to be the origin of all life and cursed energy. A being even older than curses themselves.

“If I control God…” he smiled,

“Then I control everything.”

And humanity?

They were nothing more than an obstacle.

His final step was simple:

Erase the remaining population of Earth.

No survivors. No resistance. No future.

Above ground, the three warriors—Akaiyo, Kinako, and Rosolen—had just survived a battle against 100 curses.

They believed they had won something.

They were wrong.

Because far below them…

A man who once manipulated history itself…

Was now preparing to reshape the entire universe.