Samael floated in the void, his mind drifting among countless worlds. Which world should he step into? Whom should he choose for reincarnation? The conditions he desired were clear: a world not too powerful, where supernatural institutions weren't lurking at every moment.
If he made a mistake and stepped into a place like the **Marvel or DC universes, a fate darker than death awaited him. There, even omnipotent gods were sometimes cast aside like stray dogs. At any moment, an ordinary being might suddenly gain the power to destroy Multiverse and obliterate everything. Such worlds were far too dangerous for a beginning.
On the other hand, a world too weak wasn't suitable either. A place with no supernatural forces meant no progress. He needed a balanced place, a world where he had the chance to grow without immediately becoming prey to powerful beings.
After long contemplation, he made his decision. But before anything else, he had to change this empty space. The endless void was no longer enough.
He summoned his will.
Suddenly, the dark, empty space began to tremble. Tiny, shining stars twinkled in the newly born sky, and silver mists swirled on the horizon. Beneath his feet, a floating island emerged from the nothingness. Upon it stood a grand cathedral, with stained-glass windows and a golden dome. Moonlight fell upon its stone walls, casting deep shadows.
The void had now become a small paradise—a peaceful, mysterious place, ready for the beginning of a new story.
Samael smiled. Now he knew exactly where to begin.
***
Gojo opened his eyes and was met with a strange sight. He was sure he had died—split in half by Sukuna. There was no way anyone could survive such an injury. He couldn't even feel his powers anymore; it was as if all his Cursed Energy had vanished. It felt like he had become an ordinary human.
"So this is the afterlife..." he concluded after a moment of thought. "This must be the fate of souls." As he stood up, he took a closer look at his body. It seemed vague and unreal, as if it didn't have a physical form. "So this is my soul." Satoru Gojo smirked and began to explore his new state with curiosity.
After a few moments, his gaze fell on a strange church in the middle of this boundless space. A mysterious church that no sane person would approach without caution. But Gojo wasn't just anyone. Even without his powers, he was still Satoru Gojo—the man who always moved forward with unmatched confidence.
Calmly, he walked toward the church door and opened it. The interior was filled with a strange, heavy aura. As he stepped inside, he saw a being praying beneath a headless statue. The figure was androgynous—neither distinctly male nor female—with two pairs of glowing white wings extended from its back. The air around it was filled with divine and terrifying energy.
Gojo, with his usual sarcastic tone, said, "Didn't know angels had a nudity fetish."
Even without seeing his face, one could sense the vein popping on Samael's forehead. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure.
"That's right... the one Samael chose was Satoru Gojo." Samael had decided to take on a mysterious appearance and play the role of an unknown god. Unlike Aqua, a mentally retarded goddess, he had entered the world of Jujutsu Kaisen and taken Gojo's soul. Fortunately, there was no powerful entity in that world to stop him.
"I'm not an angel... Satoru Gojo. I'm a god. And I'm not naked." Samael replied without turning around. Then, slowly, he rose and turned his face toward Gojo. His gaze was heavy and majestic.
Gojo casually continued, "So, a god who likes being naked—why did you bring me here?"
Samael was extremely tempted to punch this arrogant man in the face. Gojo really had a strange talent for annoying others. But he had to maintain his divine grandeur.
"I'm the god of reincarnation. My duty is to send souls to other worlds. As you know, you are dead... and now it's time for your reincarnation." Samael explained calmly.
Gojo was silent for a moment, then responded with his usual carefree and cheerful voice, "Although it sounds like an interesting offer, I'll have to decline."
Samael wasn't surprised at all. He could easily read Gojo's thoughts. Gojo was worried about his students—Yuji, Megumi, Nobara... even after death, he still thought about them. For someone so unbearably arrogant, that trait made him slightly more tolerable. Samael smiled softly.
"I know you're worried about your students... but don't worry. They can win. Sukuna will be defeated. Now, let go of the past and move forward." Samael's voice was warm and full of assurance—a rare display of empathy from a divine being.
Gojo's eyes widened a little. He was a bit surprised, but considering his opponent was a god, it wasn't that strange. The main reason he believed Samael so quickly was the aura radiating from him. Even without the Six Eyes, Gojo could feel the absolute presence of this being. His soul trembled in front of his grandeur.
"Well, I accept. So where are you planning to reincarnate me?" Gojo asked, still with his usual tone.
Samael gave a mysterious smile. He had already decided where Gojo would go.
"You will reincarnate in a world similar to your own... where creatures called devils are born from humanity's fears. Each devil is the embodiment of a specific concept."
Samael's smile widened. Yes... he was sending Gojo to the world of Chainsaw Man. Back when he still lived on Earth, internet users fantasized about a battle between Gojo and Makima. There were even fan-made animations of such a fight. Samael was curious too—who would win? He wanted to witness that battle firsthand.
"Don't worry, Gojo. In your next life, you can keep your memories and past powers. I'm not cruel enough to leave you powerless in a dangerous world." Samael's voice was calm and almost beautiful.
For Samael, copying Gojo's powers wasn't difficult. Outside his own realm, it would have been impossible, but in the [Divine Dimension of Reincarnation] he was nearly omnipotent and all-knowing. Creating a copy of Gojo's powers and granting them to him was easy—with one limitation: he couldn't create anything stronger than himself.
When Samael entered the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, he analyzed its rules. He understood its power system with ease, but to him, it lacked true potential. His current path as the god of reincarnation was the best choice. One day, he would surpass everything.
Gojo said with his usual pride, "Don't worry. I'm Satoru Gojo—the strongest." Though inside, he felt a bit relieved. Who knew how dangerous that new world was? He didn't want to return to the afterlife too soon.
Samael raised his hands as a sign of readiness. "Then come... let the reincarnation begin. I wish you success."
Gojo's body was suddenly engulfed in golden light. Slowly, he turned into a shining star and exited the divine realm of reincarnation—launched toward the world of Chainsaw Man.
A new beginning for the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer... in a world full of devils and bloodshed.
***
After Satoru Gojo's reincarnation, Samael felt divine energy surge through his veins like a roaring wave. His dimension suddenly expanded, the invisible walls of this unknown realm cracking under the force of his newfound power, revealing a space twice as large as before. Samael threw his head back and let out a moan—it was an intoxicating sense of growing strength, like the first sip of a poisonous drink that both kills and lays heaven at your feet.
A calm smile formed on his lips. "Now... who shall I reincarnate?"