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

"It's Lord Mashiro! Please come in!"

"Well, hard work."

Mashiro nodded and walked straight inside.

Hearing Mashiro's praise, the sorcerer stood up even straighter and replied in a very loud voice, "It's no trouble at all, Mashiro-sama, you commanded well!"

"oh oh."

Mashiro was caught off guard and startled by the sudden voice from behind her: "Why are you shouting so loudly...?"

After saying that, Mashiro walked into the college and disappeared.

"I scared Mashiro-sama..."

Upon hearing Mashiro's words, the sorcerer looked as if the sky had fallen: "I was hoping to improve, but am I going to be a doorman for the rest of my life?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Jue, I said I'd marry you when I become successful, but I might not be able to keep that promise..."

Ignoring his ramblings, Mashiro arrived at the open space in front of the school building, where a considerable number of people had already gathered.

Even the students from the Kyoto school moved here collectively to avoid being defeated one by one.

The students stood together, their expressions very serious.

Itadori and Fushiguro Megumi stood in one corner, Otsuko led Rika by the hand, and Kojima held Teppou.

In the very center of the crowd, Gojo Satoru was leaning against a tree.

He is back.

Gojo Satoru stood there, his white hair fluttering in the wind, even though there was no wind.

"This guy..."

Mashiro twitched the corner of his mouth, looking helplessly at Gojo Satoru: "Is this how you use 'no limits' for him?"

But even such an unreliable person, just by standing here, made the atmosphere in the entire college much more relaxed.

"Gojo Satoru..."

Sanlun murmured, his eyes suddenly reddening.

"Hey, hey, don't cry."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand with a smile: "I'm not dead yet."

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over every face.

"Listen up, everyone."

His expression turned serious as he said, "What we are about to fight is the biggest battle in the history of sorcery."

"But remember this."

He held up one finger, and a smile returned to his face: "With me here, we won't lose."

"As expected of Gojo Satoru, his words are truly thought-provoking."

Mashiro appeared next to Gojo Satoru and mocked him.

Gojo Satoru made an exaggerated expression and said, "Oh, Mashiro-chan, you're back."

"You clearly sensed it a long time ago, didn't you? Don't pretend."

"Haha, don't say that." Gojo Satoru patted Mashiro on the shoulder and said, "Is it resolved?"

"of course."

Mashiro slapped Gojo Satoru's hand away, then looked at the students in front of her and said, "Is everyone here?"

"Everyone who was supposed to be here has arrived."

Gojo Satoru nodded and said, "Except for those guarding Tengen who are still underground."

Mashiro nodded and looked around at everyone.

"Su Nuo's flesh-receiving process is complete, and he will arrive at any time. He will be replaced by a beast, and his body will be ravaged!"

"I don't know the details of the previous relationship between the two families. I've learned that they were once close friends, but now I'm just a stranger. I don't know what they've done to them!"

“If they come together,” Mashiro said, looking at him, “Gojo Satoru, Sukuna is yours for now.”

"Just to my liking."

Gojo Satoru smiled, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"The rest of you," Mashiro said, "guard the high school and protect Tianyuan. We must ensure the safety of everyone!"

The crowd dispersed in response, each going off to make their own preparations.

......

In the ancestral land of the Zen family, steam still rises from the secret place, with water vapor evaporating upwards.

Su Nuo stood up from the water.

Water droplets slid down her smooth shoulders and flowed down the curves of her body.

The initiation ceremony is complete.

This body now completely belonged to her; Kurusu Hana was utterly suppressed to the deepest recesses of her consciousness.

She stepped out of the water, her bare feet leaving a trail of wet footprints on the stone ground.

Rimei held the clothes and waited by the side with her head down.

"Rime!"

"Yes, Lord Su Nuo."

Li Mei came at the sound of the call and helped Su Nuo change his clothes.

After changing her clothes, Su Nuo left the secret place and came to the main hall.

How are you feeling?

The pinnacle of the nose was filled with a strange, indistinct, and unsettling air. The sound of the pinnacle of the nose was faint and easily distorted.

Su Nuo glanced at him: "It's alright."

“Speak,” Su Nuo said. “You’ve waited for me until now; you must have your own purpose.”

The ship was full of springs, and the quality of the donkey was gaps. The barbarians were still there. The reins were spun.

"I'm going to try to get into a vocational college," he said coldly. "I need your help with something."

Su Nuo remained silent, waiting for what was to come.

"Gojo Satoru wasn't originally supposed to come out in my plan, but since he's here, there's nothing I can do about it." (This is a fragment of a sentence, possibly a fragment from a poem.)

Su Nuo narrowed his eyes: "You think I'd work for you for nothing?"

"Of course not." The man replied, his voice trembling.

Su Nuo stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"interesting."

She raised her hand, palm facing forward, and...

The power of the spell flowed between their palms, binding them together.

As for the details of the transaction, only the two of them knew.

"So, what's next?"

The nightmare was like a stack of broken jade, and the sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the cave. The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the cave ...

He raised his arm; something was moving in the shadows.

Perhaps because of Mashiro's appearance, the cultivation of spirits has become increasingly simple under the balance, not to mention that he also has [Inaction Transformation] and [Spirit Manipulation Technique].

"These twenty-odd are top-grade, and countless are first-grade." (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context.)

Su Nuo glanced at it, but showed little interest.

"These are the kind of trash you're talking about? If they're just cursed spirits, don't forget the Exorcising Sword."

"Don't underestimate them; they're not just ordinary cursed spirits." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

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Chapter 216 The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

The pinnacle of vinegar climbed the suffocating, noisy and bustling, the spear just right.

To be precise, it can no longer be called a cursed spirit; it is a modified entity that is similar to a real person.

However, due to the need to manage the small-scale situation, the situation became increasingly complex and difficult to manage.

He forcibly injected resentment into the cursed spirit, allowing it to grow into a special-grade being. Then, using a human body as a vessel, he merged the cursed spirit with it.

If I had to put it in perspective, it's somewhat similar to being a virgin.

With a human body protecting it, neither the reversal spell nor the exorcising sword can harm the modified cursed spirit.

"This is the science of sorcery, Mashiro."

The joint was choked and confused.

He certainly wasn't prepared to break through the high-level specialization with just this much stuff; he only needed to create chaos and then seize Tianyuan.

A flawless plan, everything is ready except for the final push.

And now, the east wind has arrived.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent meaning. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.