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

Mashiro smiled as she felt the swirling magical energy emanating from her and receding into the distance.

"Since we're already here, let's stay a little longer."

She inserted Cong Yu into the stone fence at her feet, released her hands from the knife handle, and extended her palms.

Flames erupted, instantly enveloping all the arriving sorcerers.

A wall of fire, over three meters high, was created, and heat waves surged into the sky, distorting the space itself.

The glass in the buildings shattered under the high temperature, and the shards melted in the heat wave before they even hit the ground.

Someone shouted, the voice coming from the alley directly in front.

"She's going to burn us all alive! Get out of there!"

A sorcerer rushed out of the alley, his legs enveloped in pale blue magical energy.

He accelerated toward the wall of fire, breaking a piece of the road with each step, pushing himself to the limit, trying to use speed to rush through the flames.

He pushed off the ground and jumped up in front of the wall of fire, leaping three meters high to the top of the flames.

The moment he leaped up, the wall of fire shot upwards.

Before he could even scream, his body turned to ashes in mid-air.

Grayish-white powder drifted down from above the flames and landed on the charred asphalt.

Mashiro laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the crossroads surrounded by flames.

"Does anyone else want to try?"

The warlocks inside the encirclement were crammed together in the middle of the crossroads, back to back.

The walls of fire around them were getting higher and higher and were still getting closer.

Some people gripped their spell implements tightly, their fingers trembling.

Some people were backing away, bumping into the people behind them and then pushing forward.

Some people ran in other directions, only to find that all the exits were blocked by flames.

Mashiro stopped laughing and looked at the sorcerer below with icy eyes.

"Fall into hell with my supreme strike."

A flaming bow appeared in Mashiro's hand. Although there was no dust explosion, the pure fire attack was enough to burn everything to ashes.

"【Stove·Open】".

Mashiro released his grip, and the arrow shot towards the ground.

"boom!!!!"

At the center of Tokyo's second barrier, it burned into hell.

"Thirty-seven swimmers killed, 185 points gained, current score: 200 points."

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Chapter 164 Thor

Mashiro withdrew her curse power, and the flames she released gradually died down.

The central intersection of Tokyo's Second Barrier has become a still-smoking crater.

The road surface was baked dry, cracked, and blackened, and most of the buildings around were destroyed and were still burning.

The air was filled with the smell of burning meat, mixed with a hint of the sweet, fishy smell of roasted meat.

Mashiro stood beside the ruins of the fountain, which had been completely destroyed and the water at the bottom of the pool had been evaporated.

"Thirty-seven swimmers killed, 185 points gained, current score: 200 points."

A golden beetle emerged from behind her shoulder, its voice soft and sweet, while a small dharma wheel above its head spun continuously.

I hadn't looked closely before, but now Mashiro has noticed that the golden beetle has a small dharma wheel on its head.

It seems there's a setting where each beetle's appearance reflects some of its owner's characteristics.

Mashiro reached out and touched its Dharma wheel, somewhat surprised.

"So it actually has a physical form."

Then she reached up to touch the top of her head, but found nothing.

"Ugh."

Mashiro sighed, ignoring the beetle's complaints, and continued to spin the Dharma wheel on its head.

"I wish I could also turn the Falun wheel."

After letting his mind wander for a moment, Mashiro put down the beetle in his hand and started thinking about serious matters.

She now has 200 points, enough to add two rules.

The first rule is that points can be transferred between each other; this rule is essential.

But she felt there was no rush to exchange points with non-swimmers for the second one, which allowed her to quit the Death and Return to Swimming.

It's only the second day, and everyone who has accumulated 100 points is a powerhouse. They won't just quit the game like this.

And it wouldn't be good to use up all the points now.

Mashiro pondered, tracking the tomb's location. He then proceeded to investigate, but the text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about a person's actions.

I'll just add the first one and keep 100 points on hand to deal with whatever comes my way.

Yes, that's a safer approach.

Mashiro nodded, beckoned the golden tortoise that was constantly flying around her, and stopped just as she was about to speak.

She felt a strong gaze upon her.

The hairs on my neck stood on end, and goosebumps rose on the back of my neck as if I had been hit by static electricity.

That kind of aura could only belong to that person.

Mashiro smiled excitedly and slowly raised her head.

A person was standing on the collapsed roof opposite.

His silhouette was made exceptionally clear by the thick smoke behind him, and his blue hair was blown back by the hot wind.

That hair, without a doubt.

Who is this visitor?

Naturally, he is the most famous person in Tokyo's Second Barrier.

Thor: Lu Ziyun 1.

He took a step forward, stepping off the edge of the rooftop, his body leaning forward like an eagle surveying its prey from the edge of a cliff.

Hmm, I don't know why, but when Mashiro came up with this analogy, I suddenly felt like eating barbecue.

Mashiro suppressed the random thoughts in her mind. This person was not like those small fry before; his magical energy fluctuations enveloped the entire block.

Lu Ziyun's aura carried a pure and undisguised fighting spirit, the instinctive reaction of a pure battle maniac facing another powerful opponent.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Then Lu Ziyun spoke first: "Did you do all of this?"

Even though they were so far apart, their conversation was perfectly clear.

Mashiro patted the beetle's head to make it disappear, then nodded and said, "I did it."

"Hahaha."

Lu Ziyun smiled, the corners of her mouth curving upwards.

Upon hearing Mashiro's admission, his eyes lit up with pure excitement.

"Very good, the sorcerers in this barrier are all too weak."

Lu Ziyun loosened her grip on the iron rod. "I've been waiting for a long time, waiting for a strong person."

The iron rod slipped from his grasp and fell, tumbling several times in mid-air.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, it crashed onto the scorched ground, embedding itself a third of the way into the earth, even sending up a wisp of dust around it.

He landed right behind her, his feet touching the ground, less than five meters away from Zhenbai, in a very clean and efficient manner, without any unnecessary movements.

When he stood up straight, he was about half a head taller than Mashiro.

The hairstyle is Nezha-style, with two braids tied upwards on either side.

Mashiro carefully examined Lu Ziyun, looking her up and down.

"Lu Ziyun 1".

Mashiro spoke first, calling out his name directly.

Lu Ziyun paused for a moment, somewhat surprised.

He reached into the ground and picked up the iron bar, then looked at Mashiro and asked, "You know me?"

"Hehe, of course."

Mashiro chuckled and raised a finger. "A sorcerer from four hundred years ago, possessing lightning-attribute magical power, who received the power of the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber. He is now a powerful being!"

A precise and concise summary. How about that? Were you scared by the box weapon?

Mashiro looked at the silent Lu Ziyun with a smug grin.

Lu Ziyun narrowed her eyes when she saw Zhenbai's gaze, and said with a hint of displeasure, "How do you know all this?"