Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward.
On the top floor of a skyscraper symbolizing the pinnacle of Japan's power and wealth, an emergency top-level board meeting was reaching its most volatile moment.
The air inside the conference room was heavy.
Cigar smoke lingered, casting an indescribable gloom over every face that was usually aloof and pampered.
"The Gojo clan?"
A balding TV station president slammed a gold-stamped document onto the table, his voice trembling slightly with agitation.
"You mean that legendary clan, one of the three great families that secretly dominates Japan's political and economic spheres from behind the scenes?"
His question was met with absolute silence.
Everyone present was a big shot capable of making the industry tremble with a single stomp of their foot, yet at this moment, they all looked like quails caught by the throat, their expressions exceedingly grim.
"The other party only said it was a private campus consolation performance..."
The president of another top-tier entertainment company swallowed hard, feeling his tie tightening around his neck like a python.
"The compensation... the compensation has already been wired over..."
He paused, his voice full of powerlessness and fear.
"It's a number that we, or rather, the entire entertainment industry, simply cannot refuse..."
Meanwhile.
Inside a luxurious private lounge at a certain TV station, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the oppressive conference room.
A young man with exquisite makeup, wearing a custom-made sequined suit, sat with his legs crossed, enjoying his assistant's massage with an arrogant look on his face.
His name was Kondo, a top-tier male star currently at the height of his popularity, hailed as the "New King of Asia."
He had already received insider information that in a few days, he would be right here to accept the most significant award of his acting and singing career—the Best Asian Male Singer award.
Just then, the lounge door was violently pushed open.
His manager, a middle-aged man usually known for his shrewdness and competence, was now deathly pale, his forehead covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat.
Kondo frowned in dissatisfaction, his tone frivolous.
"What are you panicking for? Did the sky fall?"
The manager's lips trembled, barely able to form a complete sentence.
"Kon... Kondo-kun... I-I just received a call."
"It, it was from someone claiming to be from the 'Gojo clan,' saying you need to go perform a show right now."
Hearing this unfamiliar name, Kondo waved his hand impatiently.
"What Gojo or Rokujo? Never heard of them!"
He sneered, his face showing undisguised contempt.
"Tell them to get lost!"
"Who do they think they are, trying to summon me for a performance with a single phone call? Even the Emperor has to book me in advance!"
"Besides, I'm about to become the Best Asian Male Singer. After this, even if Amaterasu herself invites me to perform, she'll have to get in line!"
The manager was on the verge of tears as he tremblingly handed over the phone.
"N-No, you can't, Kondo-kun... The other party said you must drop everything at hand immediately and go to a designated location to perform, or else they will blacklist you."
Kondo acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke of the century.
He snatched the phone and roared madly into the receiver.
"I don't care about your bullshit Gojo clan! You want to hire me? Fine!"
"Tell your so-called clan head to roll over here right now and grovel at my feet!"
"Otherwise, stop bothering me!"
"You want to blacklist me? I am the Best Asian Male Singer, the pride of Japan!"
"Who would dare blacklist me? Who can blacklist me?"
With that, he viciously hung up the phone and casually tossed the expensive device onto the floor, instantly shattering the screen.
The entire lounge fell dead silent.
All the assistants and staff lowered their heads in terror, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The manager collapsed onto the sofa, his face ashen. He had a premonition that everything was over.
However, Kondo remained immensely proud of himself. He adjusted his flashy suit and flashed what he believed to be a devastatingly handsome smile at his reflection in the mirror.
He was completely unaware that an invisible yet unrivaled, terrifying force had already quietly descended.
Five minutes.
Only five minutes had passed.
Kondo's assistant suddenly let out a shriek of terror so pitchy it cracked.
"Kondo-kun! Your social media account has been deleted!"
The smile on Kondo's face froze instantly.
He snatched the assistant's phone and frantically refreshed the page.
That account, which boasted tens of millions of followers and could ignite trending topics with a casual selfie, now only displayed a cold system prompt.
[User Does Not Exist].
Immediately after, the screams of a second and third assistant rose one after another.
"Kondo-kun! We just received notice! The dozen or so international luxury brands you endorse have all simultaneously announced the termination of your contracts on their official accounts! They also stated they will no longer work with disgraced artists."
"The TV station also called to say that all your programs, including tonight's award ceremony, have been... have been urgently pulled!"
"Your nomination for Best Asian Male Singer has also been canceled!"
"Kondo-kun, the internet is flooded with your scandals! Your use of illegal drugs and the casting couch rumors with newcomers have all been exposed!"
"Kondo-kun! There's this too, the internet says you've been meeting underage fans offline and going to love hotels! There are even photos."
One piece of bad news after another kept pouring in.
Kondo's legs gave out, and he slumped onto the cold floor.
That face, which always wore an arrogant smirk, was now nothing but a mask of deathly gray.
He finally understood just what kind of terrifying existence he had offended moments ago.
At the same time.
This news rapidly spread throughout the entire Japanese entertainment industry.
All the stars who received the notice—whether it was a rock band currently holding a concert in a stadium of tens of thousands, or A-list actors filming deep in the mountains—dared not show the slightest bit of negligence after learning of Kondo's fate.
They used every means possible, scrambling at top speed to rush to that mysterious location not even marked on the map, known as "Jujutsu High."
...
On the athletic field of Jujutsu High.
An incredibly luxurious concert stage, rivaling top-tier international music festivals, was rapidly erected under the direction of the auxiliary managers and with the help of various bizarrely shaped shikigami.
Night fell.
Private helicopters bearing the iconic crest of the Gojo clan lined up and slowly landed on the field one after another.
Popular stars, usually only seen on TV and massive posters, stepped out of the cabins one by one.
Looking at the eerie surroundings, their faces were written with a mix of curiosity and fear.
Dazzling lights suddenly flared to life at this moment.
Explosive music resounded like thunder across the night sky of Jujutsu High.
The students, who had returned to the scene, collectively short-circuited for three seconds upon clearly seeing the familiar figures on stage.
Three seconds later, cheers erupted into the sky.
"Ahhhhhh!!! It's the Sakura Girls!!!"
Nobara Kugisaki hugged Maki Zen'in beside her, screaming in excitement.
"Ahhhhh! What am I seeing?! Is that, is that the 'End of Century Wanderers' band?! Oh my god!"
Nobara Kugisaki went completely crazy.
"And that one! That's the newly rising diva, Rena Kirishima! I absolutely love her songs!"
"Best friend! Look! It's Takada-chan! It's the real, live Takada-chan!"
Aoi Todo led Yuji Itadori at the very front of the crowd, frantically waving glow sticks and passionately cheering for the idols on stage.
Even Megumi Fushiguro, who was usually aloof and seemed uninterested in everything, couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up slightly as he watched the idols singing and dancing energetically on stage.
Masamichi Yaga had already given up thinking. He silently pulled out a bottle of quick-acting heart pills from his pocket.
Satoru Gojo was truly too reckless.