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

But clearly, things don't always change according to one's wishes.

The deer's speed had far exceeded the range of acceleration provided by the projectile spell.

She appeared at the third frame position that Naoya had set, the iron rod wrapped with an electric arc strong enough to melt steel, and smashed straight towards Naoya.

Naoya was terrified; he couldn't take this attack, or he would die!

He didn't care if there would be a pause for even a second, and barely managed to turn to the side.

The iron bar grazed past his shoulder, the electric arc burned the sleeve of his kimono to ashes, and then shocked his right arm.

"what!"

Naoya cried out in pain; this blow had crippled one of his hands!

Chapter 176 The Death of Naoya

Along with the pain came the backlash from the procedure itself.

The ironclad rule of casting spells is that if the action is interrupted, it freezes for one second.

The deer landed in front of Naoya, who retracted his iron rod and swept it horizontally with his backhand.

"One second."

The iron bar struck Naoya's side at the exact moment the freeze dissipated!

Naoya flew through the air and crashed into a vending machine at the alley entrance.

Glass bottles clattered and rolled all over the floor, and various drinks were smashed and broken, spilling all over Naoya.

He dared not linger and immediately climbed out of the broken glass.

With his blond hair covered in soda foam, Naoya, who always cared a lot about his fashion sense, immediately decided to cast a projection spell again.

At 24 frames per second, continue the escape at top speed.

"But unfortunately, I've already seen through it; 24 movements per second."

The deer was already waiting at the point where it landed in the first frame.

"Are warlocks these days only at your level?"

She crouched on the edge of the roof, her left hand supporting her chin, the iron rod planted on the ground. "How are you going to deal with Su Nuo if things continue like this? You can't just rely on that guy, can you?"

A soft and lovely voice came through, but to Naoya it sounded much like a devil's whisper.

Naoya's pupils contracted; he couldn't stop himself from falling into that position.

Then he saw the deer stand up in mid-air, switch the iron rod to his left hand, and clench his right fist.

A tiny fist. Probably only half the size of himself.

The fist struck Zhizai squarely in the chest. Although he had mobilized all his magical power to protect himself, he still couldn't withstand the immense force.

Naoya let out a muffled groan and flew backward.

Another second of pause prevented him from adjusting his posture to reduce the damage.

Naoya crashed straight to the ground, breaking countless ribs.

"boom!"

The deer didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

Appearing in front of him, another serious ordinary punch was thrown, which Naoya blocked with his hands crossed.

"Click".

That was the sound of an arm bone cracking.

He fell to the ground, his consciousness fading.

The deer stood less than two meters in front of him.

Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the blue sheen beneath her small, rounded shoulders made her look even more delicious and tempting.

The black skirt fluttered in the wind, and there was a hole in the over-the-knee sock on her left leg, making her skin appear even whiter and more delicate against the surrounding black.

A cold light gleamed in his azure eyes.

"Why did you stop running?"

The deer's adorable appearance and the ever-increasing magical power within it created a striking contrast.

Naoya bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to clear his mind and launched the projection spell again.

But before he could do anything, the iron bar came crashing down.

For the next few seconds, Naoya had no idea how he had survived.

His body was like a punching bag for this little girl, being hit from head to toe, leaving no part of his body unscathed.

Naoya crashed onto the ground in a narrow alley.

The deer fell from the sky, and the iron rod was aimed straight at his face.

With his last bit of strength, Naoya rolled to the side, the iron rod grazing his ear and embedding itself in the ground.

"boom!"

The electric arc exploded from the iron rod, and cracks spread in all directions.

A pebble flew past his face, leaving a bloody gash.

The little deer stepped right in front of him.

He grabbed Naoya by the throat with his left hand and slammed him against the wall.

He closed his five fingers together, digging his fingertips into the sides of his throat, making him only able to make faint hissing sounds.

He pressed the iron rod against his chest with his right hand, the tip of the rod aimed at his heart, and an electric arc condensed into a small, pulsating point of light.

“The Zen temple is truly righteous.”

Xiao Lu's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it, and it carried a blatant murderous intent: "I should thank you, because you ran away, I had the opportunity to do more than just watch the show."

Naoya opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat was being squeezed and he couldn't make a sound.

The only thing left on his body that could still move was his eye, which stared at her.

Fear, resentment, and a trace of arrogance that never faded until death.

The next second, a blinding blue light flashed in the alley, and then everything returned to darkness.

The smell of burning filled the narrow alley. The deer withdrew its hand, and Naoya's body slid down the wall, leaving a dark bloodstain on the brick wall.

She turned around, the iron bar dragging on the ground, leaving a thin scratch.

The deer looked up at the sky.

That guy should still be over there; she needs to go back.

The side effects of the Mythical Beast Amber have begun to backfire, with fine cracks appearing on its skin.

The electric arc inside the body began to leak out through the cracks, adding a touch of broken beauty.

She looked down at her body and scoffed.

She had a vague feeling that the guy liked seeing her like this.

The deer sighed, leaped onto the roof, and then its figure flickered between the buildings.

Each landing widened the cracks on his body, his azure eyes fixed on the ever-approaching silver-white figure ahead.

Mashiro stood at the end of the narrow alley, surrounded by people lying on the ground.

She had already cleared out all the Zen monks from the scene, and Cong Yu had just sheathed her sword.

Sensing the familiar curse power, Mashiro raised her head.

A blue light was flying this way in the sky, moving very fast, sometimes up and sometimes down.

The electric arcs within the amber beast grew sparser, and the tiny figure encased within became increasingly clear.

The fawn landed in front of her, its body swaying slightly upon landing.

The clothes remained undamaged thanks to the curse, but the over-the-knee socks were riddled with holes of various sizes.

She looked up at Zhenbai, whose clear blue eyes were just as bright as before, but beneath them lay an undeniable weariness.

"His name was Zenin Naoya, right? I killed him."

Her voice was very soft, but she started breathing slightly after she finished speaking.

Mashiro looked at the fawn covered in cracks in front of her, took two steps forward, and the fawn lost its support and leaned forward, falling into Mashiro's arms.

Mashiro reached out and caught her, supporting her back with one hand and pressing her forehead with the other.

The fawn was small, nestled in her arms, its slightly rapid breathing hitting her.

"Thanks a lot."

Mashiro patted her head, and the magical power of transformation from nothingness seeped into the deer's body from his palm, repairing the cracks in her soul layer by layer.

The fawn's body trembled slightly, its breathing gradually calmed down, and its long eyelashes trembled in the moonlight.

Mashiro picked her up, and the little deer nestled against her chest.

Itachi ran out of the alley, followed by Maki and Mai.

As soon as I reached the alley entrance, I saw Mashiro holding that little girl in strange clothes.

"Mashiro-nee, what happened to her?"

Itachi's voice was low as he looked strangely at the deer dressed like a magical girl.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

Mashiro carried the deer towards the alley entrance, glancing at Itadori as she passed him.

The injuries on his face have gradually healed, and he seems to be fine now.

"Well done."

Haddō grinned. "Of course."