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

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Extreme fear had subconsciously suppressed his vocal cords, allowing him to produce only a few breathy sounds.

He tried to straighten his back, and it took him several attempts to succeed.

He stood up and swallowed hard before he slowly recovered.

"Talk, talk about what?"

He tried to sound calm, though his trembling legs betrayed him: "You...do you know who you're going against!"

As he spoke, his confidence seemed to grow back.

The commander glared angrily and shouted, "We are here under orders. You alone cannot fight against a nation!"

"?"

Seeing the commander become arrogant again, Mashiro was filled with surprise.

What does that mean? Does it mean you have to force her to kill someone?

Are there really people who won't shed a tear until they see the coffin?

You'd better think carefully before you speak.

Mashiro reached out and slashed through the remaining interior walls of the vehicle, completely exposing the battlefield scene.

The commander and his guards stiffly twisted their necks as the hellish battlefield came into view.

Soldiers with severed arms and legs lay in pools of blood, their screams echoing throughout the battlefield.

Most of the injuries weren't caused by the real Shiro; it was their indiscriminate attacks after they fell into chaos that led to this hellish situation.

Explosions and flashes of light filled the battlefield, as tanks were overturned and planes were shot down by Masashiro.

Oh, and there were some explosives in the logistical supplies.

“I could have killed you all at once, but I spared you because you are still human.”

Mashiro raised an eyebrow and said, "So, answer my question again, and I'll determine whether you're human or not."

"Of course it's humans, haha."

The commander forced a smile; he had finally come to terms with reality.

If we continue to cling to these unrealistic fantasies, we'll really die here!

Can the US or anything like that guarantee he won't die right now?!

"So, what would you like to discuss? I will do my best to accommodate your request."

"I still prefer your rebellious side. Can you go back to that?"

Mashiro scoffed at the commander's fawning manner, then reached out and pulled up a chair from their combat vehicle that was still intact, and sat down.

"You're joking. I thought it through before I spoke."

"Humph."

Mashiro snorted coldly, then asked him, "What about the Nightmare Emperor's apology? What about the fragrant Yan Guan φ Pu Zhao Mi Yue He Zhong School Jun?"

The commander was taken aback: "The Nightmare...?"

"If you don't know, then never mind."

Mashiro stared at him and asked, "What tasks have you been assigned?"

The commander was silent for a few seconds, his eyes flickered, and he was a little conflicted.

But when he caught a glimpse of the battlefield beside him, his body trembled, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

His voice lowered: "Capture the sorcerers inside the barrier and take them back for research."

“You guys are really bold. You dared to believe him and send your troops into the barrier without investigating the matter properly.”

Mashiro sneered: "You guys are just what you call a suicide squad. If things go smoothly, we'll continue; if not, we'll find another way."

"This is an order from the state," the commander gritted his teeth. "A soldier's duty is to obey."

"If you were truly that loyal to the country, you wouldn't be so easily frightened by me that you've revealed the information."

Mashiro said coldly, "Congratulations, once you enter this barrier, there's no way to leave."

What does "cannot exit" mean?

The commander was taken aback and hurriedly asked.

"Literally, once you enter this barrier, there's no way out. Not to mention you, even ordinary sorcerers can't get out."

"A typical sorcerer?"

The commander immediately extracted the key words, his eyes brightening slightly: "So you have a way to get out?"

"Is there any way for me to have any relationship with you?"

Mashiro, unwilling to say anything more to them, stood up and said, "Find a place to hide with your soldiers."

"Please wait a moment!"

The commander quickly stepped forward and, in a moment of excitement, reached out to grab Mashiro.

But the sudden murderous intent emanating from beside Mashiro brought him back to his senses, and his body froze.

Get any closer or you'll die!

His sixth sense, honed over years on the battlefield, kicked in. Although it had become dulled from being away from the front lines for so long, it returned somewhat under the pressure of death.

Nevertheless, he was also responsible for the soldiers under his command.

"Please wait a moment, sir!"

He stepped forward again, and despite trembling all over, he mustered his courage and called out to Mashiro: "Please tell me how to get out. Even if you kill me, I must find a way to save my men!"

“No. Save yourselves.” Mashiro said coldly, the life or death of these people had nothing to do with her. “This is an ultimatum. From now on, don’t have anything to do with me anymore.”

"Wait, don't go!"

The commander frantically chased after him a few steps, pleading, "Please, without your help, sir, I..."

"Shut up."

"What exactly do you want us to do to give us a way to survive?"

The commander gritted his teeth and knelt down on the ground to perform a dogeza (a form of prostration).

In his mind, the dogeza (a Japanese prostration gesture) is the Japanese way of making a request: "I'm willing to do anything that we can do!"

"What kind of awareness did you have when you said that?"

Mashiro turned around and stared straight at the commander kneeling on the ground: "Can a mere group of ordinary people bear the heavy responsibility of a sorcerer?"

“Ordinary people are lucky to die a gruesome death when facing a sorcerer,” she said coldly. “If being willing to do anything is such a heavy thing, then don’t say things you can’t do.”

"but......."

Mashiro's heart softened again as she looked at the commander who was still kowtowing.

She sighed and delivered the final blow: "You're all you think about, your subordinates."

Although we can't actually bring so many people out of the barrier, let's still give them a message.

"Me... eh?"

When the commander heard the first half of the sentence, he thought it was all over, but then it seemed like things had taken a turn for the better, leaving him stunned.

“My method can’t get so many of you out. You should just find a place to stay temporarily. There aren’t any powerful sorcerers in this barrier.”

Mashiro said to the commander, "In a few days, the barrier will open by itself, and then everything will be over."

Upon hearing Mashiro's words, the commander looked up, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "What if it wasn't opened?"

"The fact that the barrier wasn't opened means the sorcerer lost, and human civilization has been defeated."

Mashiro said calmly, "That's it. If you kill another person inside the barrier, I will settle accounts with you."

"Ah, okay." The commander was still kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at Mashiro, and then asked, "So, will you win?"

Hearing the question from behind, Mashiro tried her best to stay composed, turned around, and revealed a confident smile.

“NAH, I'D WIN.”

Chapter 215 Preparation

"Then good luck to you, I'm leaving now."

Mashiro left those words behind and didn't look back at the soldiers who were still screaming in agony.

She swayed and disappeared into the night in the next second.

The night wind swept across the battlefield, leaving only a scene of devastation.

The commander knelt on the ground, gazing in the direction she had disappeared, and remained there for a long time.

That phrase, "We will win," echoed repeatedly in his mind.

He had never heard such confident words before, but because they were so confident, he was afraid that he might be setting a bad example.

But the commander was helpless in this regard, just as Mashiro said, ordinary people like them were powerless to do anything about it.

All he could do was pray for her in his heart.

The commander knelt and made the sign of the cross in front of him: "May God help you."

Then he stood up, looked at the hellish battlefield in front of him, mustered his strength, and cleaned up the mess behind him.

Even though they created this mess themselves.

On the other side, Mashiro hurried along and soon arrived at the vocational high school.

She looked up; the college's protective barrier had been reinforced with several more layers, all to guard against any potential attack.

It may not be possible to simply isolate him, but it can serve as a warning.

A white figure emerged from the night and landed in front of the gate.

The sorcerer guarding the gate was startled at first, but after recognizing her, he breathed a long sigh of relief.