"Host, hello, I am your System 001. Welcome to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Your main quest is—to survive."
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On May 1, 2024, at an anime convention, Mu Sanlu was holding a mobile phone with a screen saver featuring a girl, posing for a photo with another young woman.
*Click*—
"Thank you, master!"
After the photo, the girl turned around and bowed to Mu Sanlu.
When she straightened up, Mu Sanlu handed her phone back. He placed his right hand over his heart and bowed slightly, giving her a gentleman's bow.
"No need for thanks, and thank you for the compliment."
The character Mu Sanlu was cosplaying today was one of the protagonists from *Global Death Live Broadcast*—Jian Xuyan.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! The little madman is so elegant! So gorgeous! The master's cosplay is divine! He is literally him in my mind!" The girl screamed excitedly, holding back and lowering her voice as if afraid of disturbing others.
"Thank you." Mu Sanlu smiled and nodded.
He pinched a freebie the girl had given him before the photo between two fingers, raised his hand, and waved it in front of her.
"Thank you for the freebie. I didn't pull his badge, and I was actually planning to buy one." At this, a hint of helplessness appeared on Mu Sanlu's face. He had basically pulled badges for all the characters in *Global Death Live Broadcast*, except for one—the protagonist's man, Captain Qin Wanzhou, Team Leader Qin. No matter how many times Mu Sanlu tried, he just couldn't pull it, as if it were cursed.
Heaven knows how many duplicate badges he already had.
"Pfft!" Hearing him say this, the girl couldn't help laughing out loud.
She laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. Once she had laughed enough, she stood up straight and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Lifting her chin as if remembering something, she said to Mu Sanlu, "So, master, you wouldn't happen to be cosplaying the little madman today to seduce your man, would you?"
Facing the girl's teasing, Mu Sanlu fell silent in thought for a moment, then replied with a completely straight face: "Originally I just cosplayed him because I like him, but what you said isn't wrong either."
He smiled again, his eyebrows curving, holding the badge the girl gave him between his fingers. "Look, didn't I succeed?"
The girl nodded as well, traces of a smile still lingering on her face.
"Want to add each other, master?"
"Sure." Mu Sanlu nodded and took out his phone. "You add me?"
"Okay."
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After the girl left, Mu Sanlu tidied up his things and prepared to leave as well.
The convention was coming to an end. Mu Sanlu hated partings; no matter what form they took, he could never warm up to them.
Since he didn't want to watch others leave before him, he would just leave first.
Mu Sanlu curved his lips.
"All packed up, now all that's left is to take off the makeup and change clothes."
The makeup and clothes were simple; going to the restroom would take ten minutes at most.
After completely sorting everything out, Mu Sanlu dragged his suitcase and walked outside.
"Hello, master!"
"Hmm?" Mu Sanlu turned his head.
"May I ask which character you are cosplaying?"
The person who approached was a girl, followed by several other companions.
"Me?" Mu Sanlu was slightly puzzled. He remembered he had already taken off his makeup, right?
"Yes!" The girl nodded and continued, "The character you're cosplaying has this gentle beauty vibe, and it just happens that my friend's RP is right up that alley."
"No." Realizing the situation, Mu Sanlu shook his head.
"I just look like this. I've already removed my cosplay makeup and changed back into my own clothes." He explained.
"Ah?" The girl froze for a second, and her friend reacted first, bowing to him repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, master!"
"It's fine." It was Mu Sanlu's first time attending an anime convention and his first time seeing such a scene. Taken aback for a moment, he reached out and helped the girl up.
"It's not your fault." Mu Sanlu shook his head, his voice soft.
Indeed, it wasn't the girl's fault. As for Mu Sanlu's own appearance—in the words of his friends: "This guy is simply not in the same dimension as us, looking just like a BJD doll."
Looking fake was one thing, but this fellow also kept long hair. Having long hair was one thing, but Mu Sanlu had also worried he wouldn't look formal enough, so he had worn a custom-made Hanfu that cost him a pretty penny. And if wearing that wasn't enough, he was also pulling a suitcase, looking precisely like someone waiting for the convention to end just to change clothes and remove makeup.
This was stacking all possible buffs together, so it was no wonder the girl thought he was still in cosplay.
"Th-that..." the girl who had been bowing asked cautiously, "Can I add your WeChat?"
Mu Sanlu gently shook his head.
"Sorry, I don't use WeChat." Mu Sanlu apologized.
"Oh well. Thank you." A look of disappointment was hard to hide on the girl's face. After thanking him, she pulled her companions away.
"Phew..." After they left, Mu Sanlu let out a breath of relief.
"I'm like a little fish in your lotus pond~"
His phone rang.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Host, hello, I am your System 001. Welcome to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Your main quest is—to survive."
"Wh—" What?
Before Mu Sanlu could finish his sentence, he lost consciousness.
Mu Sanlu vanished from the spot.
At the same time, Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School in Japan received an application form.
It read:
Name: Mu Sanlu
Gender: Male
Cursed Technique: Reversal.
Background: Exchange student from China.