Abnormal Moon

You could tell from his droopy, dead fish eyes that he had absolutely no interest in this so-called concert.

"I don't know anyone here, so I'll just give these two tickets to the teacher. Or if the teacher doesn't like going to concerts, you can give them to anyone, or even throw them away."

Roy took the two tickets, his expression somewhat subtle.

If Pochi-chan heard such heartless words, she'd probably turn to dust on the spot.

But why did Pochi give Fushiguro a ticket?

That child isn't someone you can approach just because she's good-looking. Given her level of social anxiety, she'd probably be more likely to avoid a handsome guy like Fukuro in fear.

After all, handsome guys mean having a fulfilling life, which is the type that people with social anxiety fear the most.

"May all the popular people in the world die!" When she's alone, socially anxious Pochi-chan would definitely hide under the covers and shout like this.

"Alright, let's go back to school!"

Roy accepted the two tickets and smiled at the three students in front of him.

"I've assessed your skill level. Go back to school and start targeted training. Also, Wild Rose, I'm going to punish you for going to the clothing store to buy clothes after you killed a level four cursed spirit!"

"How did the teacher know?"

Kugizaki Nobara looked at Roy with a face full of terror, her hands and feet curled up in a ball.

To avoid being discovered, she deliberately left the clothes she bought in the store, planning to sneak away later pretending to have a stomachache to retrieve them.

"Does the teacher have the ability to spy on others? Ugh, how annoying! Teacher, are you going to become a voyeur? Going to girls' rooms in the middle of the night to spy on them while they shower or something!"

"I have no interest in that."

Roy's lips twitched, then he gave her a forced, insincere glance.

"Besides, someone with a figure like yours isn't worth being spied on, is he?"

"..."

Kugizaki Nobara's expression froze instantly, veins bulged on her forehead, and she ground her teeth with a ferocious and menacing look.

If she didn't know she couldn't win, Kugizaki Nobara would have pulled out her hammer and fought him to the death right now.

What's wrong with her figure!

Aside from not being tall enough, he's clearly quite well-endowed!

"I think so."

Yuji Itadori completely missed Nobara Kugisaki's murderous expression and quickly raised his hand to agree with Roy's statement.

"Kugizaki's figure is really bad, isn't it? He's not tall and his butt isn't big either."

"You brat, I'm going to cripple your mouth today!"

Roy cared a lot about these three students.

Upon returning to the college, he immediately devised a training plan for the three students based on their current abilities.

Yuujin Itadori's training is the most basic. Roy, considering that he can't even use his spell power now, designed a training program for him to learn and master the basics of spell power. Nobara Kugisaki's strength is relatively balanced, but none of them are outstanding. The only solution is to strengthen her foundation in all aspects.

Megumi Fushiguro's training is the most arduous. His physical fitness is very weak, so he must undergo targeted training. At the same time, his techniques have great potential, so the development of techniques must keep pace.

night.

Roy walked out of a phone card operator's store in Tokyo.

He glanced at the crowds coming and going around him, then turned and walked into the alley deep inside the building, setting up a soundproof barrier and a barrier to keep bystanders away.

Roy inserted the newly issued SIM card into Arisaka's phone, then opened the Imaginary Pocket and took out the girl wearing a blue haori.

After the girl emerged from the imaginary space, her mental connection with Roy was successfully rebuilt. Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then she opened her agate-like gray-green eyes.

For a fleeting moment, a lively light shone in her pupils.

Her eyes darted around excitedly like a cat's, then paused when she saw Roy, her expression turning blank again, becoming as lifeless as an executioner.

Roy was looking down at Arisaka's phone and didn't notice what was happening.

He turned on his phone and dialed a number.

Then he handed the phone to Ms. Okita.

"Hello, who is it?"

The call was answered quickly, and a deep, slightly magnetic voice came from the other end. It was completely different from the numb office worker's tone, and there was an elegant and composed charm in it.

"Are you the one who posted the ad on the dark web targeting first-year college students?"

Under Roy's control, Ms. Okita spoke to the person on the other end of the phone in a cold voice.

Roy found the mission Awasaka mentioned on the dark web before his death, noted down the contact's phone number, and immediately bought a new card to make contact.

To prevent exposure, he even had Ms. Okita disguise herself as a curse master.

"Yes, it's me. You want to do this mission too?"

The man spoke with great interest, his tone full of amusement.

"I would be very happy if you were willing to join. The more people there are, the more at ease I will be. Don't worry about the money. There are three first-year students in the college right now. No matter which one of you brings in any student, I will pay the reward on the spot."

His meaning was very clear.

As curse casters, they have three targets to choose from. They don't need to compete for the target; they can get the mission reward no matter which one they capture.

This guy's goal wasn't to kill Itadori Yuujin and the others, but to capture them alive, and he didn't have a fixed target. His words were full of inducement, hoping that they wouldn't fight among themselves over the bounty and would focus their energy on capturing the students alive.

"Before that, I had some questions that I hoped to ask in person."

Ms. Okita's tone was as cold as ever, as if she were a completely emotionless, artificially created simulated personality, making it difficult to fathom the deeper meaning behind her words.

"Hmm? Missions on the dark web, in order to protect the client, never allow the client and the client to meet face-to-face. Don't you know that?"

The voice on the other end carried a hint of doubt, as if it had some reservations about her professional ethics.

All the mercenaries on the dark web are undoubtedly curse casters.

However, the clients may be different. They are very likely to be real-world businesspeople or politicians who post tasks on the dark web to eliminate rival companies or political enemies. In the first place, they cannot expose themselves, because once exposed, it will cause a lot of trouble on a societal level.

Moreover, if an ordinary client were to meet a sorcerer face-to-face and the result were to lead to robbery, extortion, or other similar incidents, the reputation of the dark web would be ruined.

This has happened before, and since then, the dark web has established a rule that mercenaries and their clients cannot meet.

But judging from the tone of the person on the phone, he was merely puzzled by it.

There was no feeling of apprehension or fear.

This suggests that he wouldn't be afraid even if he actually met a curse master, and he would be very confident even if he faced a curse master face to face.

Roy was still thinking about which reason would be better: "Actually, I'm a novice" or "I'm confident I can complete this task, but I need to meet him."

Suddenly, I heard the tone on the other end of the line relax.

"However, it's alright. Actually, I have an even bigger task to discuss with all of you who are curse masters. Let's set a time to meet with you all!"

Three more chapters will be added if the original chapter is missing.

Chapter 343 Infiltrating the Enemy's Base (64k)

Two days later.

Shibuya Ward, Tokyo.

The night was as still as water, and a gentle breeze blew, but it could not calm people's restless hearts.

A girl, seemingly stepping out of a painting, crossed the busy sidewalk and walked along the street into the boundless depths of the city.

The girl had shoulder-length short hair that was a mix of pink and gold, tied with a bright green bow at the back of her head. She wore a white off-the-shoulder tank top that revealed her smooth, pink shoulders, and black capri pants, exuding a youthful and energetic vibe.

Although the girl looked to be only about fifteen years old, her graceful figure constantly attracted the attention of passersby. Her well-proportioned breasts, slender waist, and long legs were as eye-catching as a rose in the night.

However, her expression was cold, and she exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, making people realize that this rose was not only beautiful but also thorny, and that they could only admire her from afar and not dare to touch her.

As night fell, the girl strolled through the city, the neon lights gradually receding into the distance, and the sounds of car horns fading into nothingness.

When she came to a deserted street that looked so dilapidated it was practically abandoned, the girl stopped and walked down a staircase into an alley.

Deep in the alley, amidst the flashing neon lights, lies a dimly lit bar.

The bar's entrance was decorated with strange talismans, making it look like a fortune-telling shop run by a sorceress. If word got out, it would likely be popular with students of school age and become a campus legend.

The girl ignored the talisman pasted on the door and pushed open the wooden door to go inside.

The wooden door creaked open, and the scene inside the shop came into view.

This is a small bar.

The dim yellow light hanging from the snow-white roof gave the impression that it might shake at any moment due to an earthquake. The few tables were neatly arranged around the perimeter, suggesting that some guests had already arrived. At this moment, several figures were sitting there.

At the bar, the man who was probably the owner of the bar was busy, constantly shaking a shaker.

Upon hearing the sound of the wooden door being opened, the man standing at the bar who was mixing drinks glanced toward the doorway, a refined and gentle smile on his face.

"Welcome, are you alone?"

"Ah."