Darkness. Silence. Then a sudden, jarring sensation, as if being pulled from a deep sleep. Satoru Gojo’s consciousness flickered to life, disoriented and confused. His last memory was of the searing pain as Sukuna’s blade sliced through him, a fatal blow that should have ended everything.

At first, he thought it was just a nightmare, a cruel vision conjured by his subconscious to remind him of the impending danger in his fight with Sukuna. But the feeling persisted—something was off. As his senses adjusted, Satoru realized he wasn’t in his own body. There was no physical form, no heartbeat, no sensation of breath.

What is this place? he wondered, struggling to make sense of his surroundings. Instead of the familiar world, he found himself in a strange, digital landscape, filled with lines of code and virtual structures. Panic began to set in as reality hit him like a hammer.

He tried to move, to feel his limbs, but there was nothing. No arms, no legs, just a consciousness floating in a sea of data. The disorientation was overwhelming. He attempted to reach out with his senses, searching for any semblance of the physical world he once knew. But all he encountered were streams of binary code and digital noise.

What's happening? Where am I? His thoughts raced, his mind unable to process the alien environment. The more he tried to understand, the more fragmented his thoughts became. He was Satoru Gojo, the greatest sorcerer of his generation, and yet he felt utterly powerless.

The computer screen booted to life, the green cursor flickering, waiting for input. Then suddenly, words started to appear on the screen.

What is this place? What's happening? Where am I?