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

"Come forth, my mighty army."

Liao Geqiu ψ Pan Dan, Zhi Zhong Huan Yin

Upon receiving the order, the twenty-odd top-tier cursed spirits that had been huddled in the shadows immediately became restless.

Countless scarlet eyes opened and surged out of the shadows in a rush.

Before the ones in front could even get their footing, the ones behind had already pounced on them.

"Rustle and rustle".

The fine, terrifying friction sounds blended together, mixed with the roars of the cursed spirits.

Some only poked half their bodies out, their claws gripping the ground while their lower bodies remained in the shadows, desperately trying to climb upwards.

One of them couldn't squeeze up, so it opened its mouth and bit the back of the neck of the one in front.

But one of them swung its claw at it and shoved it back into the darkness.

"Hey, don't get so worked up."

The skull provoked the search, and the search was fierce. The search was fraught with peril, and the search was sluggish ...

Gradually, all the cursed spirits appeared at the Zen Temple, forming a vast, dark mass.

The top-tier cursed spirits all have their own unique ugliness, and they're considered relatively good; the first-tier cursed spirits are even more bizarre and varied.

Some of them look like hairless wild beasts, with bone spurs sticking out of their backs, making a cracking sound with every step they take.

Some were even wriggling, unidentified matter, without a head, only a huge mouth that opened and closed.

"Tsk, a bunch of maggots."

Su Nuo looked at the cursed spirits in front of him with disdain and snorted coldly.

"This is truly an insult to Lord Su Nuo's eyes."

Rimei naturally obeyed Su Nuo unconditionally and chimed in.

"..." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

Aren't all cursed spirits pretty much the same? It's rare to find one that's good-looking, like the Four Calamities.

了魈玖丝谄挥芯澜嵊谡庑ーЫ懦咦ǖ姆较蜃呷ァ�

"The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons begins now!"

"Roar!"

了魃砗蟮闹淞榇缶菜孀潘拿疃�

Countless cursed spirits, flying in the sky, walking on the ground, and swimming in the water, transformed into a black tide that surged out of the ancestral land of the Zen temple and headed south.

Wherever they passed, the lights went out one by one.

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

That's right, after the intense heat and humidity of the air, the strong branches of the staff were blown down.

As the parade of a hundred demons proceeded, the city descended into panic.

This is Tokyo, the neon city that never sleeps!

For the people here, the nightlife is just beginning.

In other words, countless ordinary people were fortunate enough to witness the parade of a hundred ghosts at night.

A man who had just finished get off work stood at the entrance of a convenience store, unscrewed his drink, and looked up at the sky.

There were no stars in the Tokyo sky, and even the moon was nowhere to be seen today, as if it were being blocked by something.

Just as he brought the bottle to his lips, ready to drink, he noticed something moving in the sky out of the corner of his eye.

Are you seeing things?

He rubbed his eyes and opened them again.

When he finally saw what was in the sky, the drink in his hand instantly fell to the ground.

The giant, whose exact height was unknown, was covered in mouths, and its eyes were fixed on him.

"Huh?!"

The drink was spilled all over the floor, and he stood there with his mouth open, unable to utter a single word.

......

The sliding door of the izakaya was kicked open, and several drunk men came out, arm in arm, still laughing and joking.

Countless dark figures were seeping out from the wall across the street—one, two, countless, densely packed and innumerable.

"Hey, what's that...?"

"A prank?"

"It's coming!"

"Aaaaaaah, help!"

......

Someone raised their phone to try and capture the scene.

The moment the screen lit up, a cursed spirit's face was already pressed against the camera lens.

"Click".

The photo freezes in time.

The face grinned under the flash, revealing a gaping, bloody mouth.

The phone's owner slumped to the ground, liquid dripping down his trouser leg.

"There's a ghost! Run!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

The crowd erupted.

Screams, footsteps, and the sounds of things being knocked over blended together.

A father ran frantically with his daughter in his arms. The daughter looked back, but the dark figure had already disappeared from the street corner where they had just stood.

"Dad, what's that?"

"Don't look!"

The father pressed his daughter's head into his arms, not daring to slow his pace even slightly.

The convenience store clerk hid behind the checkout counter, covering his head and trembling.

The glass door outside was being slammed shut, and a cursed spirit was banging on it with its head.

......

On the overpass, all the cars stuck in traffic stalled.

The driver leaned out and saw that in the city below the bridge, a black tide was spreading through the streets, swallowing one intersection after another.

Is this the end of the world?

Someone murmured.

The sound of sirens came from afar, but was quickly drowned out by screams.

The TV station's live broadcast van stopped halfway, and the reporter held the microphone, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now, now we've appeared on the streets of Tokyo..."

Before he could finish speaking, the screen suddenly shook, and the camera crashed to the ground.

In front of the screen, in countless family living rooms, people stared at the television, feeling uneasy.

The issue naturally caused an uproar on social media.

"Something really happened in Tokyo!"

"Is it real or just another publicity stunt?"

"I guess it's AI, www"

"A real parade of one hundred demons? I'd love to see that too."

Messages flooded the screen, and many even expressed a desire to witness it firsthand.

了髡驹谧钋懊娴闹淞璐耐飞希┦幼哦�

Seeing Tokyo, which had almost become a demonic realm, a smile crept onto his face.

"That's it, monkeys, contribute more fear for my army."

Sukuna looked down at Tokyo and fell into deep thought.

This does seem quite interesting.

How about trying this sometime?

But the thought of having to deal with so many cursed spirits made her feel it was too much trouble.

Forget it, fighting personally is more likely to ignite her passion.

Chapter 217 The Great Battle Begins

Inside the operations room of the vocational college.

As Mashiro watched the countless red dots on the screen getting closer and faster, her face darkened.

So fast!

No, if it were a curtain, then...

Although some of his decisions were purely gambles, it cannot be denied that he does have some brains.

At this rate, we should arrive at the college before dawn today.

No longer staying in the operations room looking at the screen, Mashiro turned and went downstairs quickly.