As Squirtle Gojo pointed toward the mist—
everyone instantly stopped joking.
All eyes turned forward.
—
The fog churned.
Thick.
Alive.
—
"…Did we all come out of that thing?"
Squirtle Gojo asked curiously.
—
Naruto Gojo nodded.
"Yeah."
"I've seen it many times."
—
Then—
Bleach-world Gojo smirked slightly.
"How about we make it interesting?"
"Let's guess which world the newcomer is from."
—
"Deal!"
Wuxia Gojo jumped in immediately.
"Loser has to stand upside down for a whole day!"
—
"…That's insane."
Daoist Gojo frowned.
"With so many worlds, odds are terrible!"
"If I lose, I'm dead socially…"
—
"Scared?"
Wuxia Gojo grinned.
—
"…Who said I'm scared?"
"Fine. You go first."
—
"Harry Potter world."
—
"Marvel."
—
"DC."
—
"Lord of the Rings."
—
One after another—
guesses were thrown out.
—
And then—
The mist split.
—
A figure stepped out.
—
Everyone froze.
—
Not because it was female.
Not because it was non-human.
—
But because—
This Gojo looked like…
A beggar.
Messy hair.
Filthy black down jacket.
Nails packed with dirt.
Like he hadn't bathed in years.
—
"…Bro."
Daoist Gojo walked up slowly.
"…What the hell happened to you?"
—
He grabbed the newcomer's hand.
—
Memory sync.
—
The moment contact happened—
the new Gojo's eyes widened.
—
Then everyone else joined.
—
Within seconds—
everything became clear.
—
👉 This Gojo came from a Western exorcism world.
👉 Currently… a homeless drifter.
—
"…Damn."
Daoist Gojo sighed.
"You've had it rough."
—
The exorcist Gojo's eyes turned red.
"…Finally."
"I found my people."
—
He took a deep breath.
"But seriously—why is everyone else lucky?"
"You all got saved or picked up…"
"I had to survive on my own??"
—
His story unfolded—
He thought he just transmigrated to America.
Planned to build a life.
—
Then—
Moved into a haunted house.
Got dragged into a murder case.
Almost went to jail.
—
Saved by a good lawyer—
But lost everything.
Money.
Job.
Home.
—
Now?
A homeless man.
—
"…Well…"
Daoist Gojo grinned.
"You've been making money from videos, right?"
—
The exorcist Gojo scratched his head.
"…Yeah."
—
Turns out—
He'd been filming his daily survival life.
Begging.
Posting videos.
—
"'Got food again today, bros'…"
—
And somehow—
It worked.
—
He had savings again.
A chance to restart.
—
"I was thinking…"
"Use the money to go somewhere safe…"
—
"But now—"
He looked up.
Eyes burning slightly.
—
"With this sevenfold talent…"
"I should try becoming an exorcist again."
—
Before—
He failed the talent test.
Rejected.
—
Now?
Everything was different.
—
"That's a solid plan."
Daoist Gojo nodded.
—
But suddenly—
—
The mist shifted again.
—
Two new clouds formed.
Growing rapidly.
—
"…Two more?"
Naruto Gojo's eyes lit up.
—
More Gojos meant—
👉 Higher talent.
👉 Faster growth.
—
The fog cleared.
—
Two figures appeared.
—
Left—
A college student.
Clear eyes.
A bit… clueless.
—
Right—
A high schooler.
Uniform.
Sharp, suspicious gaze.
—
Before they could even react—
Exorcist Gojo stepped forward.
"Don't ask."
"You'll understand."
—
He grabbed both their hands.
—
Everyone joined in.
—
Memory sync.
—
Instantly—
everything connected.
—
👉 College Gojo → Japanese horror world, journalism student.
👉 High school Gojo → Detective Conan world, Teitan High, karate club member.
—
"…Wow."
Daoist Gojo laughed.
—
"The three people you should NEVER mess with—"
—
"Chinese transmigrator…"
"American drifter…"
"Japanese high schooler…"
—
He spread his hands.
Grinning.
—
"And now—"
"We've got all three."
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