The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

The three of them ate and chatted.

Dongyang Ping asked many questions about the advanced sorcery department.

Course schedule, task system, who the teachers are, what is the approximate level of the students...

Mingming answered each question without hiding anything.

Because she didn't consider these things to be secrets.

Moreover—she was becoming increasingly curious about this man.

And there's that constant sense of oppression...

"Mr. Dongyang," she suddenly asked, "who exactly are you?"

Dong Yangping looked at her.

"An ordinary person. Just someone who trains a little harder than others."

Dongyang Ping immediately realized, "Oh, no, I said before that I'm a sorcerer."

Mingming pursed her lips, disbelieving, but didn't press further.

Everyone has secrets, and she had hers too.

Moreover, she had already realized that Dong Yangping had lied about some key parts of what he said.

But what she said wasn't comprehensive.

The two understood each other without saying a word.

The courtesan standing nearby suddenly asked, "Mr. Dongyang, what was the request you mentioned earlier?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"I established a private company, a private institution."

"I need some information about the world of sorcery."

"Also, if we encounter any cursed spirits that we can't deal with, we would like to ask for your help."

Mingming frowned.

"this one?"

"That's it."

Dong Yangping said, "I also have my own intelligence channels, but you guys know more about what's going on inside the world of sorcery."

"Would you two be interested in registering your names with me?"

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, I won't let you do anything dangerous. It's just intelligence sharing and occasional cooperation."

He meditated for a while.

"How much?"

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"Settlement is monthly. The base salary is 200,000, with additional pay for tasks. If you're not comfortable with that, you can sign a contract with my company."

Mingming's eyes lit up.

Two hundred thousand, basic salary?

She only earns tens of thousands of yuan for each task she completes now, which is practically free.

"Deal." She held out her hand.

Dongyang Ping grasped it.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Anka-hime whispered from the side, "So hasty? What about me? What about me?"

Dong Yangping looked at her.

"Would you like to join too?"

"I...I was just asking..." Ange-hime blushed. "I might not have time..."

Mingming glanced at her.

"Songstress, don't be a coward."

Angehime blushed even more.

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"Okay, you'll get a share. But since your level is low, your salary will be lower, 100,000. The tasks will be paid separately."

Angehime was stunned for a moment.

"Me too?"

"Hmm." Dongyang Ping nodded. "I think your technique is quite useful."

In a sense, it is indeed a divine skill, but it has little effect on him.

The geisha was happy.

"Thank you, Mr. Dongyang!"

After finishing their meal, the three of them left the restaurant.

Night had fallen, but the neon lights of Ginza were still flashing.

Mingming carried the giant axe and walked in front.

Angehime followed beside her, holding her phone.

"Mr. Dongyang, could you please provide your contact information?"

Dong Yangping gave them the number, and the two saved it.

"Contact me anytime if you need anything," Dong Yangping said. "We can also chat if there's nothing else to do."

Mingming nodded.

Just as she was about to say something, suddenly—Dong Yangping's expression changed.

He looked up and gazed at the other end of the street.

Mingming followed his gaze.

There was nothing there, but she sensed a cursed force.

Very strong.

And it's getting closer very quickly.

"What's wrong?" Angehime asked anxiously.

Dong Yangping did not answer.

He sensed through his bioelectrical perception that someone was approaching.

The intensity of the bioelectricity emanating from that person was... very strange.

It's not the kind of weirdness that's very strong, it's very "stable".

It's as stable as a mountain.

Moreover, he had never seen the way that bioelectricity fluctuated before.

"Someone's coming, and they're not weak."

Mingming gripped the giant axe tightly.

Three seconds later.

A man appeared on the street corner.

He's very tall, at least 1.9 meters.

He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, with no expression on his face.

What's most striking is his hair—

No, that's not hair.

Is it yarn?

He was wearing a knitted hat with two little ears on it.

It looks... kind of cute.

But no one dared to laugh.

Because the oppressive aura emanating from him seemed rather strong.

But it doesn't seem very strong...

Dong Yangping's expression was somewhat strange, because the bio-electric waves emanating from this person were truly bizarre.

Mingming's expression changed.

"Ms. Night Moth..."

Angehime was also stunned.

"T-Teacher..."

Is the noctuid moth the right path?

Dongyang Ping's heart stirred.

He recognized the name; it belonged to the principal of the Spellcasting Academy.

An important figure in the future.

But what's in front of me...

He looked at the tall man wearing a woolen hat.

Is this the right way for the noctuid moth?

Why does he look... a bit simple-minded?

Night Moth walked over, his gaze falling on Dong Yangping.

The eyes behind the sunglasses revealed no emotion.

But he stopped and stood three meters away.

"Mingming, songstress," he spoke, his voice low, "Is the mission complete?"

"Yes, yes," Anka-hime whispered, "Just finished."

Nocturne nodded, then looked at Dongyangping.

"Who is this?"

Dong Yangping met his gaze.

"Dong Yangping. Freelancer."

Moth Zhengdao remained silent for a few seconds.

Those eyes hidden behind the sunglasses seemed to be scrutinizing something.

"Ordinary people?"

I guess so.

Notoshima did not press the matter; he simply said, "Thank you for taking care of my student."

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

Did he find out?

"I saw that cursed spirit just now," Moth said. "You saved them."

Dong Yangping nodded, then suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

In other words, Moth was watching from beginning to end, but Dongyangping did not notice him.

This is a bit outrageous; one should never underestimate the people of the world.

"It was just something I did."

Moth Masakazu remained silent, then spoke: "Your power... is quite special."

Dong Yangping's heart skipped a beat.

"It has no magical power, yet it possesses that kind of energy," said Moth Masamichi. "I've never seen anything like it before."

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

Moth looked at him and suddenly said, "Would you be interested in coming to the vocational college?"

Mingming was stunned.

Angehime was also stunned.

Dong Yangping was also stunned.

What's going on?

"A vocational college?"

"Hmm." Moth Masamichi nodded. "Your situation is worth studying. And—"

He paused.

"You're strong. Strong enough to protect my students."

Dongyang Ping remained silent for a few seconds.

"Thank you for the invitation. But I don't plan to do that at the moment."

Nocturnal Moth nodded.

"You can come anytime." He took out a business card. "This is the address of the college."

Dong Yangping accepted it.

Night Moth Masamichi glanced at Mingming and Angeji.

"Let's go. I'll take you back."

Mingming glanced at Dongyangping.

"Mr. Dongyang, we'll be leaving now."

"Okay." Dong Yangping nodded. "Contact me if you need anything."

Ange-hime also waved her hand.

The three disappeared into the night.

Dong Yangping stood there, looking at the business card in his hand.

Highly skilled in sorcery.

The Night Moth is on the Right Path.

interesting.

He put the business card in his pocket and turned to leave.

Under the moonlight, his shadow stretched very long.

Meanwhile, the man in the woolen hat was walking down another street with two students.

"Teacher," Mingming suddenly asked, "why did you invite him?"

Night Moth Zhengdao remained silent for a few seconds. He was in a precarious situation because of certain things...

"Because he's very strong. And—"

Night Moth paused for a moment: "He doesn't belong to any faction."

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Anka whispered from the side, "Teacher, that person...is he very dangerous?"

Nocturnal Moth thought for a moment.

"It's dangerous," he said, "but not dangerous for you."

Why?

"Because of the way he looks at you," Moth said. "It's the way he looks at his juniors, not prey."

Mingming fell silent.

She remembered Dong Yangping's last words.

Contact me if needed.

That tone really sounded like an elder speaking to a younger person.

She suddenly felt that this person wasn't so mysterious after all.

But it's stronger.

Because—those who are recognized by the righteous path of the Night Moth are not weak.

Dong Yangping got home very late.

The lights in Shen'er's house were already off.

The lights were still on in Yuki's room, and you could vaguely see her fiddling with the instruments.

He went into his room and sat down.

The events of tonight are still replaying in my mind.

Unseen.

An empress.

The Night Moth is on the Right Path.

Highly skilled in sorcery.

The other side of this world is gradually unfolding before him.

Dong Yangping picked up the business card and looked at it.

Highly skilled in sorcery.

Perhaps I really should go there someday.

but not now.

Now, he still has a lot to do and some new ideas.

It's time to give Shen a break; we can't let that guy live such a comfortable life anymore.

If we were to spoil the heavens and the tyrant, the sin would be immense.