Gojo reincarnated in Attack on Titan
When he wakes, the name Alex comes first.
A voice—panicked, young, unfamiliar—echoes in his head, filled with memories of stone walls, Titans, and fear. But beneath it lies another presence: calm, amused, immeasurably confident.
Gojo Satoru.
Alex—no, Gojo—blinks at the wooden ceiling of the barracks, heart pounding.
“Okay…” he whispers, pressing a hand to his chest. “This is either a really weird dream… or I stole some kid’s life.”
Sometimes his thoughts are light, amused, detached from the terror everyone else feels. Other times, fear hits him out of nowhere—raw and genuine—and he knows it isn’t his.
That’s Alex’s fear. Not mine.
But the confidence? The instinct that tells him nothing here is truly untouchable?
Yeah. That’s definitely me.
As the world reveals its cruelty—Titans, secrets, walls built on lies—he feels something vast and familiar pressing against him, sealed but not gone. The rules are different here, and for once, Gojo Satoru doesn’t understand everything.
New world, new laws… guess I can’t just brute-force this one.
So he walks forward, half-man, half-memory, wondering whether he’s meant to reclaim his old self or live out the life Alex was supposed to have.
For the first time, the strongest doesn’t ask how to win.
