Cosplay do chefe, eu viajei para Jujutsu

Towering buildings stood side by side, their glass facades reflecting dazzling rays of light.
The streets teemed with endless streams of cars and an unceasing flow of pedestrians.
Sunlight poured through the sparse clouds, bathing the bustling city below. Shops of every kind lined the avenues, each vying for attention with their brilliant displays.

Yet, amid this beauty and peace, there was something jarring—a host of grotesquely shaped creatures clung to people or drifted aimlessly through certain areas… But the people seemed oblivious, ignoring them entirely.

Taking in the scene before him, and glancing down at his own attire, the cosplayer quickly reached a conclusion: he had transmigrated.

Cosplay transmigration—such a trope was common enough that he wasn't overly surprised; if anything, he was a little stunned by how unscientific it all was.

And yet, he’d been cosplaying Fyodor from “Bungo Stray Dogs,” so why had he landed in “Jujutsu Kaisen”? It felt… somewhat inappropriate.

What’s more, it was well known that “Jujutsu Kaisen” was far more dangerous than “Bungo Stray Dogs.” The character he was now playing, afflicted with chronic illness, would only decrease his odds of survival.

“Cough, cough.”

The worry that had just crossed his mind became reality a second later. An uncontrollable itch burned in his throat, accompanied by shortness of breath and a pounding heart… Each cough sent a tremor through his chest, tugging painfully at his frail insides. Every inch of his body ached, black spots danced across his v