What is the Job of the strongest? 

What is the Job of the strongest? 

 My life changed on an annoyingly average day. My name is -- no, was... well, I guess it really doesn't matter what it was. My age was... well, that doesn't matter anymore either now does it...

Let's say I came to this world after watching the full anime, watching all the movies, and then delving into the lore. It's not a story anyone could buy into. I would be seen as crazy if someone proposed the idea, even more, if they told you they were sent to this other world with special powers.

What world was unfortunate enough to have me appear in it?

Neon Genesis Evangelion.

I had a hate boner for that series. Objectively speaking, the Series was a great anime, it delved deep into the psychology of the characters and used the scenes for the audience to understand just how the characters change and develop. My problem with it?

I really hate those characters

Incredibly built series... but lord did I hate those characters. 

Shinji's mental state is understandable and well built... but I hate it. The reason I liked wimpy characters in ani-manga was because they showed courageous or likable traits and developed into likable characters. Sawada Tsunayoshi, Kobayakawa Sena, and Shirahama Kenichi are examples of this done to incredible success. 

Shinji didn't have any of that. Shinji didn't get into the EVA because he was courageous, but because he was pressured and because he sought validation from those around him. It's well-structured, but I don't like his motive.

I could write a comprehensive essay of 50 pages as to why I hated Asuka...

Anyway, with a lot of characters that grated my nerves, Neon Genesis Evangelion was a series I hated, and still, I could not stop watching it. 

Watching the ending of the anime, and being angry for the third time, I sighed and went to my room to change out of my pajamas. Little did I know, that in that moment, I would gaze upon my face for one last time. 

My small room with only a bed and a closet looked way bigger than it actually was. 

I collapsed on my bed with a thud and yawned before letting myself fall asleep. 

*Ring * Ring *Ring

An annoying alarm was going off next to my bed. I got up and slapped the clock making the noise out of my nightstand.

I stopped after slapping something. My groggy eyes were still half closed so I couldn't see anything. My room didn't have a nightstand, nor an alarm clock. So why had I heard an alarm and felt a nightstand? 

I opened my eyes. My room was far bigger than it actually was supposed to be. I got up and looked around, my heart seemed to want to leave my chest, knocking against my ribs so strongly it was hard to breathe. 

My head felt heavy, information flowed into it. 

[אֱלֹהִים]

[עַתִיק]

[חמישה עשר מלאכים]

[דבר אלוהים הועבר!]

I froze. I didn't understand half of what was just drilled into my brain. Something about angels and the word of god. I didn't understand anything the words said, but that wasn't the only thing that dropped into my brain like a Tsar bomb.

With an incredible migraine, I fell to my knees and grasped my head, pushing my temples to lessen the pain. 

[דבר אלוהים הועבר!]

[Transfered! מילת אלוהים.]

[הועבר]

[Ratio Technique Transfered!]

The pain intensified until it was unbearable, I rushed to where my bathroom was and opened the door. Nothing but a wave of heat struck my face. It led to the outside, which was weird, my bathroom was definitely there. 

Without much thinking being in the spur of the moment, I closed the door and opened another door. This one led to a small closet space. I gave up immediately after and lay down in my bed.

I fell asleep quickly despite my pain. But even in my dreams, the weird characters followed me. My head felt warm, heavy, and uncomfortable. I shifted my weight around to no avail. 

[שבע לשלוש]

[שבע ל-3]

[Seven to Three]

When I woke up, I felt a sense of clarity. My entire body felt light. I sat myself and stretched. It felt like everything that happened yesterday was a dream, but upon looking to my left I saw a nightstand. 

"Guess not..." I sighed and got up. There was something weird though, everywhere I looked there were straight lines with several notches. Counting them, they all had a total of ten notches each. "Ratio..." it left my mouth so naturally. I blinked and they were gone, deactivated willingly. 

It felt like I always had it, it felt natural and as if I had it since birth, but my mind told me otherwise. 

This was anything but natural. The Ratio Technique was a cursed technique from jujutsu kaisen. Essentially it acted as a critical hit in a videogame but shifted in real life. By striking anything in the ratio 7:3 of the lines I was seeing, the critical hit was ensured.

That knowledge came from the manga, it was something I could apply to theory if I used my mind... but my hands and eyes told me something different. If I wanted to, I could apply it physically to this world. Cursed energy, I could feel it flow in my body. The knowledge in my mind instantly told me the rank I held in terms of energy quantity too. Grade 1. The third highest rank in the Jujutsu Sorcery world. 

I looked at the nightstand next to my bed, blinking dramatically brought the lines back, and with one karate chop in the ratio of 7:3 it instantly broke. Actually, broken is the wrong term for what happened. It got split in half without any imperfections. 

"Isn't this... kind of fucking amazing?" I stared at my hand like I'd found a new religion. The whoop your ass religion. Just with cursed energy, I'm pretty sure I could take on most fighters in the world, with the technique I couldn't think of any normal human who could even fight back.

"No... wait wait..." I put a hand on my forehead and shook it with a sigh.

"Even a Tank might be insufficient." 

"What can the police even do against me? I should totally just rob a bank or something..." My intrusive thoughts took over me. I cleared my throat and shook my head, "No no... I don't know if other people have powers here as well..." 

It was only the thought of punishment that managed to hold back my intrusive thoughts. 

If I had something like the Limitless Technique with the Six Eyes, or Cleave and Dismantle I would have to worry about nothing. They were so overpowered. 

I cleared my throat and hurried outside. It was uncomfortably warm, so I went back inside immediately after. I was not heading out with heat like that. I would wait at least until the afternoon. 

Inside the room I awoke in, I wondered. What if I was the only person with an ability or power?

The question tempted me. Being the strongest, the most powerful was an intoxicating thought to have. If I was the only person with superpowers, what could the world do to stop me? My cursed energy enhanced my defense so much that a tank might not even kill me. They'd need big explosives, or powers of their own to stop me. 

I noticed just how toxic I was being about this and decided to clear my mind by doing the only thing I could think of in this empty room -- cleaning it. 

I grabbed the clock I slammed into the wall earlier in the morning and put it below my bed -- the nightstand was caved in itself so I couldn't put anything on top of it. 

While that happened I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I shivered and woke up ASAP. Any grogginess I still had was gone in an instant. When my vision cleared and my body was awake, I looked in the mirror. 

Brown hair cut short revealing a huge forehead, blue eyes, and a generally apathetic-looking face.

"... Who the fuck is that?"