A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 111 Intelligence and Response - Part 1

The intense gunfire and explosions gradually subsided.

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, the smoke and dust mixed with the stench of blood slowly settled and dissipated, leaving behind only a scene of chaotic vehicle wreckage, bullet-riddled building facades, and the lifeless attackers lying in pools of blood.

Kamau leaned against a car riddled with bullet holes, panting heavily.

He endured the excruciating pain and used his still-mobile hand to press down hard on his other arm.

There was a strange wound there, created by the strange magic of the Evolutionary School, and fine, tender green branches were constantly growing from the edges of the wound.

This strange technique, similar to a "parasitic seed," will dissipate on its own after a while when the caster stops supplying magical power. It's not a big deal, but it looks creepy.

He looked around and saw that Gracia, Tobias, and the Japanese team were all unharmed, with not even the hem of their clothes disheveled, which was a stark contrast to his own disheveled and bruised appearance.

The black sorcerer with dreadlocks couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Amazing! Are you the most elite task force? The kind that excels in skirmishes and specializes in handling these kinds of emergencies?"

"That's obviously not true, I'm not worthy."

Yoshino Junpei didn't hesitate to make fun of himself, his expression serious.

"Teacher Miguel has extensive practical experience, and Senior Nichisha possesses top-tier combat capabilities within the school, but I'm actually just a rookie."

"Really? You're a first-level mage and a rookie?" Tobias couldn't help but point to the anti-material warheads that had been stopped by Yotsuki and embedded in the gel body and retorted.

Hiromi Hiraka gently reminded him, "Junpei, you can be a little more confident."

"Alright, senior." Shunpei smiled, hands on his hips, a hint of pride in his expression.

"This time I didn't cause any trouble, and I even deployed my shikigami in time to protect everyone, so I won't be modest—hehe, I'm really amazing!"

Beside him, a European sorcerer whose abdomen was riddled with shrapnel, the remains of which had just been removed by his companion with a dagger, was now trembling as he tightly tightened a blood-stained makeshift bandage around the wound to stop the bleeding.

He endured the excruciating pain that nearly made him faint, his voice trembling uncontrollably and breaking: "How many people on your side are like him—masters who can easily handle that kind of attack—possessing the skill of a first-level mage—approximately?"

While remaining vigilant about his surroundings, Hiromi Hitsugaya calmly replied, "Currently, there are eighty-seven officially registered practitioners of all ages who have been confirmed by the evaluation system to consistently meet the Level 1 standard."

Of these, about forty are practitioners from family-based lineages.

"Eighty-seven?!" Several European sorcerers, whose injuries varied in severity, gasped in shock. Even the pain from their wounds seemed to be temporarily overshadowed by the sheer number.

"A lot, really?" Yoshino Junpei asked, somewhat confused.

He clearly lacked a clear understanding of the significance of this number on a global scale.

"So, how many masters of this level are there in the entire European sorcery world?"

The man in black, whose design was inspired by Marlon Brando, replied bitterly, "There are only about two thousand Level One sorcerers like Ms. Gracia who have been active in the public eye for a long time and have publicly proven combat achievements. All the countries, schools, and societies in Europe combined are probably around two thousand."

Half of the people who went to the airport to pick you up were from there.

Each of them is a "big figure" or "dangerous element" with a name and background, who is highly valued and guarded against by various forces.

If we include the hidden forces of the three major knightly orders, the official institutions of various countries, and the undisclosed first-level combat power of those ancient families—

The most optimistic estimate might be forty?

But this encompasses the entire resources of nearly two billion people within the sphere of influence of the Magical Arts Association!

Shunping blinked and said something that left all the sorcerers present speechless: "But on our side, among the newcomers like myself and Senior Riche, who have been learning about curses from scratch for less than a year, there are already more than twenty people who have reached or are close to the first level —"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. Even the others who were cleaning up the mess and interrogating the prisoners in the distance subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

The evening breeze swept through the messy streets, swirling up the spent cartridge cases on the ground, making a clattering sound.

"—This is terrifying." Finally, the sorcerer disguised as a gang leader could only mutter these words, his eyes filled with disbelief and dread. "Is this the legendary predetermined fate? Is this what it means to prosper by obeying and perish by defying?!"

While the few European sorcerers who were still able to move freely continued their interrogation techniques, Gracia suddenly leaned lightly closer to the car and asked curiously, "The way you deflected the attack just now—"

You're actually quite adept at using advanced techniques like "domain expansion"? Aren't domains difficult to master?

Hiromi glanced at her, skipped the answer, and asked directly, "And what about you? From the start of the attack until now, you've been floating around observing as if nothing happened."

"This isn't something a level one mage could easily do, is it?"

"Oh, I've always known how to do that," Gracia said matter-of-factly. "For me, the technique is like a natural extension of my body's organs, as natural as breathing and heartbeat; I don't need to consciously master it."

"Then I always will be," Hiromi Hitsugaya replied calmly. "Please don't treat established facts as issues that need to be investigated further."

These kinds of questions often don't have the dramatic answers you're looking for. Now, please be quiet and focus on the present.

Just now, one of the prisoners, a particularly young fellow who looked like a college student, was the first to succumb to Johannes's brutal and cruel interrogation and confessed.

The nail was driven into the nail crevices and then hammered, and the pain was amplified several times by the resonance of the "Chuling Incantation," making it unbearable for a normal person.

"Alas! I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop hitting me! Please!" he cried out in a sobbing, broken voice, tears streaming down his face.

Johannes immediately stopped, scratched his head, and smiled sheepishly: "We need to figure out who attacked us and why. You should start with that; if you explain it clearly, everyone will suffer less."

The young man collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, and said haltingly, "Because—because of that well-known theory of intensity cycles," we are the evolutionary school within the European Federation of Magical Arts, advocating for the complete breaking down of the boundaries between humans and cursed spirits—

Regarding the hybridization, crossbreeding, and fusion of humans and cursed spirits, we have already achieved some results, and have even created a agent that can "half-become a cursed spirit"—

However, current production is still very low, and the failure rate and distortion rate are extremely high.

I heard that in order to obtain a successful case, the researchers even used a top-tier cursed spirit that the monarch had gone to great lengths to capture!

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