The first day of the new year began peacefully in Washington, D.C. The sky was a calm gray, snowflakes lazily drifting down as if the world had decided to rest after another year of chaos. Inside the White House, the President of the United States sat at his massive oak desk, humming in satisfaction as he spooned another bite of chocolate-chip ice cream.
"Ah," he sighed, smiling proudly. "Nothing beats a peaceful start to a new year. Maybe this year we won't blow something up."
He didn't even finish his sentence when the ground trembled violently. The chandelier rattled, portraits fell, and the lights flickered ominously. The President's ice cream cup wobbled, then toppled over.
"Earthquake?" he muttered, still mid-bite.
Suddenly, the doors slammed open. Secret Service agents rushed in, weapons drawn.
"Sir! We need to evacuate now!" one of them shouted.
"What happened? Who's attacking us? North Korea again?" the President asked, still trying to grab his ice cream.
"Not exactly, sir," said the Secretary of Defense, breathless and pale. "It's… something we've never seen before. The White House is under attack by an unidentified entity—classified as a 'special grade curse.'"
The President blinked. "A what now? Is that one of those Japanese ghost things?"
"Yes, sir. We've confirmed cursed energy readings through the defense scanners. It's the same signature pattern seen during the Tokyo incidents."
The President dropped his spoon. "Oh hell no. Why Japan stuff coming here?!"
Within minutes, the White House went into lockdown. Sirens blared. Fighter jets roared overhead. Entire military squads surrounded the building. Cameras on news helicopters captured a surreal sight: the most protected place in the world now shrouded in a faint, sickly green mist.
News stations scrambled for information. Within minutes, the broadcast spread globally.
📺 [LIVE: CNN Breaking News]Anchor: "We are currently witnessing a catastrophic event unfolding in Washington, D.C. Reports indicate an unknown supernatural entity—believed to be a 'special grade curse'—has manifested at the White House. The military is currently standing by."
Co-Anchor: "We've received confirmation that the Japanese NCD Division identified similar entities last year. Could this be related to the phenomena that their special grade sorcerers—Gojo Satoru and Kurotsuki Tenkai—dealt with?"
Anchor: "If so, America might be facing its first major cursed disaster."
The internet ignited instantly.Memes, theories, panic posts, and jokes all flooded every corner of social media:
"So… the first thing 2019 brings us is a boss fight at the White House?"
"Call Tenkai before my taxes get cursed."
"That thing better not touch the ice cream machine."
"Gojo solo'd a mountain. Let's see if America can even solo their own front lawn."
Meanwhile, the soldiers stood outside the mist, gripping their rifles. Each of them wore sleek black goggles—tech developed by Kurotsuki Industries, capable of allowing ordinary humans to see curses.
Through the lenses, the mist shifted—and then they saw it.
A two-meter-tall, emaciated, pale humanoid figure slowly walked out from the front steps of the White House. Its skin looked corroded, dripping with sizzling acid. Every step it took left a melting footprint in the snow. Its eyes were hollow sockets glowing a dull amber.
The soldiers tensed, hands trembling on their triggers.
The curse raised its head, lips curling into a mocking grin. "Ah… the stench of fear. Delicious."
Its voice slithered through the air like venom.
The squad commander shouted, "Target in sight! Maintain distance—do not engage!"
The curse tilted its head, intrigued. "Guns, tanks, bombs… all these toys. And yet you tremble. Do you even understand what you're looking at?"
A nervous soldier muttered, "Permission to open fire, sir?"
Before the commander could reply, the curse extended a hand. A droplet of green liquid fell from its fingertip, sizzling into the concrete—and in an instant, half the wall of the White House melted into sludge.
Gasps erupted across the battlefield.
"Sweet mother of—""Did it just melt the President's house?!""Sir, retreat protocol!"
The curse chuckled, voice echoing like acid rain. "Humans… fragile as ever. I was born from your fear—your fear of corrosion, decay, destruction. You call me Corrosia. And this—" it gestured toward the smoking ruins, "—is my new home."
The soldiers didn't dare move. The curse turned toward the cameras, knowing the world was watching.
"I know you can see me, Kurotsuki Tenkai. Gojo Satoru. Come entertain me, or this world will dissolve… one capital at a time."
Every global news channel went silent for a second. Then chaos exploded.
📺 BBC News:"Experts are calling this the first intelligent curse attack on a major government site."
📺 India Today:"The world awaits Japan's response. Citizens in Delhi and Mumbai are already holding prayers for protection."
📺 Fox News:"American military refuses to engage until they understand what a curse even is."
📺 NHK Japan:"Japan's National Cursed Defense Division confirms that Division 0—led by Special Grade Sorcerer Kurotsuki Tenkai—has been briefed and may deploy."
Across social media:
"Corrosia vs. Tenkai incoming—this is gonna break the internet."
"If Gojo joins, that's world boss difficulty."
"America just unlocked the DLC nobody wanted."
"At this point, Earth needs patch notes."
Back in Japan, inside the NCD Division 0 Headquarters, Gojo was lounging on a couch, sunglasses on, munching on chips.
"Hey, Tenkai," he said, watching the live feed, "your fan club in the U.S. just summoned a boss monster. Think you should go autograph it before it melts D.C.?"
Tenkai, sitting beside him with coffee in hand, sighed. "Figures. I take one week off and they start melting governments."
Alice appeared behind them, scrolling her phone. "People on Twitter are calling it 'Gojo vs. Slime arc.'"
Gojo grinned. "I like that. Should I start charging for pay-per-view?"
Tenkai stood, setting his cup down. "I'll handle it."
Gojo tilted his head. "You sure? I could tag along."
Tenkai smirked. "Nah. If I go, it's over too quickly. Might as well give them a show."
Gojo chuckled, "Classic you. Just don't melt the country, okay?"
Tenkai replied, "No promises."
As the news confirmed Japan's acceptance of the emergency request, the world erupted in excitement and fear.
📢 BREAKING: NCD Division 0 mobilizes. Japan's strongest sorcerer, Kurotsuki Tenkai, en route to the United States.
Crowds gathered in cities across the globe, cheering, praying, and holding up banners that read:
"Tenkai, save the world!"
"Gojo's protégé—our last hope!"
"Please don't let America dissolve!"
The curse, still standing outside the melting ruins of the White House, smiled and whispered to itself, "He's coming… good."
And somewhere high above the clouds, a private jet sliced through the sky—Japan's Division 0 seal glowing on its side.
Inside sat Tenkai, eyes closed, calm as ever.
—To be continued.