Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

There's a person hiding in the convenience store on the right. Their magical energy fluctuations are very weak, probably because they were scared out of their wits after being thrown into the barrier and are hiding there.

In a detached house further away, two people with magical energy were standing very close together, as if they were acting together.

There was no hostility.

Mashiro wasn't going to waste any more time here and continued walking forward.

She raised her head, her gaze passing through the wings and sweeping across the buildings on both sides of the street.

She could sense that many eyes were looking at her from different places.

The fact that a silver-haired girl who looks about twelve years old is walking alone inside a dangerous barrier is strange enough in itself.

She simply kept walking forward, towards the deepest part of the neighborhood.

As they crossed an intersection, the scrutinizing gazes disappeared; no one wanted to clash with this girl who clearly didn't seem human.

Then, the instant she crossed the third intersection, she sensed a murderous intent.

Clear, intense, undisguised, and brimming with malice.

Mashiro did not stop after sensing it.

She acted as if she knew nothing, simply brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and continuing on her way.

The killing intent followed her, getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more impatient.

Mashiro's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, but she quickly suppressed it again.

An ambush.

She didn't turn around, nor did she release any incantation; her steps remained unhurried.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to ambush him.

She maintained her relaxed pace as she turned the next corner and entered a narrow alley.

Its narrow field of vision makes it ideal for ambushes.

If he wanted to launch a surprise attack, this would be the best ambush spot for him.

Sure enough, the killing intent suddenly erupted the moment she stepped into the ambush area.

A loud crash came from the roof of the apartment building on the left. The concrete railing was shattered by a kick, and fragments were still flying in the air.

A dark shadow, enveloped in sharp magical power, descended from the sky.

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Chapter 162 Gathering Monsters

The man chose a very tricky angle and swooped down from directly behind Shiro.

He enveloped his right hand with magical power, which condensed into a wind blade about two meters long, aiming at Mashiro's nape.

"We succeeded!!"

His expression was contorted, and the voice he roared was filled with ecstatic joy.

A gust of wind swept through the air, and the wind blades whistled as they cut through the air.

A wind-attribute technique that uses compressed air to create wind blades, specifically designed to break through spell power defenses.

Less than two days after the Death's Return event began, he had already killed six warlocks like this.

None of them lasted more than three seconds under his sneak attack.

Those who were ambushed could only react quickly by deploying spell power for defense, but unfortunately, his spells were specifically designed to counter defense!

The man was extremely arrogant; there was no one he couldn't kill.

He had already planned out everything that would happen when he glided down from the sky.

He beheaded the brat with a single stroke, then landed gracefully, gathering a gentle breeze at his feet.

Everything will go as I expect.

Seeing that Mashiro didn't even turn her head, he laughed even more exaggeratedly.

"That kid is a kid, his reaction time is the slowest I've ever seen!"

As the distance drew closer, the wind blade was less than three meters from the back of his neck when he crashed into an invisible net.

Fine, thread-like cracks spread out less than two meters behind Shinshiro.

It is as thin as a hair and so transparent that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

The man flew at an extremely high speed, diving at over 100 kilometers per hour, and the wind pressure he generated blew his hair back.

He obviously didn't see the crack in the net at all.

Then he crashed into it.

"His."

The sound was very soft, like a tailor's scissors gently gliding across silk.

"Thump, thump..."

Then came several muffled sounds.

The ambusher's body was torn into dozens of pieces in mid-air. His pride in his speed not only failed to help him defeat his enemy, but instead pushed him into the abyss of death.

The golden beetle peeked out from behind Mashiro's shoulder and announced in a cute voice.

"Killed one swimmer, gained five points, current score: ten points."

Mashiro glanced down at the scattered pieces on the ground and snorted coldly, "Magnifying the dark side to kill, falling into arrogance, and wasting one's life."

We've been inside the barrier for almost half an hour, and this is the only one who has taken the initiative to attack.

My skill level is around level two, and I only have five points. How long will it take to kill them?

Mashiro sighed; she really didn't want to waste her time.

It would be great if more people like that came to her, preferably all at once.

"Ok?"

As Mashiro thought about this, an idea formed in her mind, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Since I don't have time to look for them myself, I'll just let them come to me.

Do you understand what "gathering monsters" means?

Mashiro changed her destination; she wanted to go to the center of this barrier.

......

The intersection is at the end of the fourth block.

Four main roads converge here, offering an excellent open view within this cluttered architectural landscape.

There is an artificial fountain that is still in operation in the middle of the intersection. There is a crack in the bottom of the pool, and a lot of water has flowed down below.

There was a body lying on a bench next to the fountain; it had probably died yesterday.

Mashiro stepped over the corpse and stood on the stone at the very top of the fountain.

Tall enough, and eye-catching enough!

Mashiro nodded, quite satisfied.

Then she closed her eyes and released the fluctuations of her own magical power from within her body.

Mashiro slightly suppressed her spell power, only allowing the fluctuations to be displayed at a level roughly equivalent to that of a level one sorcerer.

If she's too strong, she'll scare those people; if she's too weak, she won't attract Lu Ziyun.

This level should be about right.

Mashiro, who was ready, looked up at the sky and began to wait.

"Ok?"

In Mashiro's vision, an entrance appeared in the sky within the barrier, and a man's figure emerged.

Now, becoming a swimmer can only be done voluntarily, so their skills must be pretty good, right?

Mashiro watched him fall freely from the sky, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

I can't sense any magical power. Could it be some other kind of divine power or curse?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The man screamed as he fell from the sky, his face disheveled by the wind, "Holy shit!!!"

Is he Chinese? Or could he be a time traveler?

Mashiro was taken aback, and his expression turned serious.

Then, with a "thud," he fell to the ground and turned into a puddle.

"...Not buddy, right?"

Mashiro tilted his head, a question mark appearing above his head. "Is he really an ordinary person?"

How did he get in? The outside should have been cleared out by relevant personnel; ordinary people shouldn't be able to get in, right?

Mashiro's expression darkened. Had something unexpected happened outside again?

As she was lost in thought, several waves of energy entered her perception of magical power.

She turned around and saw a figure emerge from the stairwell and stand on the edge of the rooftop, looking down.

Next, at the convenience store on the right, someone appeared behind the curtains, pulling back a crack to observe.

Behind the mailbox on the street corner directly ahead, a fool squatted down, thinking no one could see him.