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

Mashiro scoffed, "Or do you think I'm an idiot who wouldn't even think of this?"

"You're right, there are indeed benefits, as for what they are..."

Su Nuo paused, then smiled even more broadly, "Then please look forward to it."

"Stay tuned...?"

Mashiro pondered for a moment, then looked up at her again: "So you're not planning to run away now? Or are you planning to take on both me and Gojo Satoru by yourself?"

"Heh, I don't care if you all come at me at once."

Su Nuo glanced at the battlefield beneath her feet. "But you still have things to finish, right? How about we talk about it next time?"

"So, it's time to set a time for the final battle, right?"

"Yes."

Su Nu nodded: "This kind of battle can't start so easily."

"You're right."

Mashiro understood Sukuna's meaning: "Our battle is actually taking place in the chaotic south of the city! What a mess!"

Mashiro made a rough estimate and then said to Sukuna, "Ten days from now, in Shinjuku, how about it?"

"it is good."

Su Nuo turned around, preparing to leave: "Don't disappoint me when you perform in Shinjuku ten days from now."

Then she took a step and then stopped.

"Rime".

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure swept in from the direction of the college.

Rimei landed beside Su Nuo, head down, not looking at anyone.

"gone."

"Yes, Lord Su Nuo."

Rimei responded and followed her as she flew into the distance.

Mashiro looked at Rimi thoughtfully, but did not stop her.

She watched their figures disappear into the horizon before slowly falling back to the ground.

Gojo Satoru had somehow walked up to her, his hands in his pockets.

“That Rimei came from the vocational college.”

"Hmm, I roughly know what she did."

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers: "Fingers?"

"Yes."

Mashiro nodded: "Rime should have taken this opportunity to retrieve Sukuna's last finger."

"A fully-formed Sukuna, how exciting."

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, his azure eyes gleaming with excitement: "I'll lead the charge on the day of the final battle."

"you sure?"

"of course!"

"Chichu, don't embarrass yourself too much later."

Mashiro nodded and said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment: "I never lose."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Mashiro brushed him off, then pondered the feasibility of her plan.

She had an idea to finish during the ten-day break.

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Chapter 226 Revealed

The next day, at the college, in the conference room.

Mashiro sat at the head of the long table, with several family heads and high-ranking members sitting beside her.

She glanced at everyone, then gently tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"了鞅徽渡保，脑焯寤救考呙穑，晒Ρ；ち颂煸颐挥腥宋，俏颐堠耐耆だ！"

As Mashiro spoke, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere relaxed.

But then Zhenbai changed the subject: "However, there are still many problems, such as..."

"That's right, the internet is full of discussions about the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons right now."

A younger executive nodded and said, "Furthermore, several modified beings have escaped into the city, and there have already been eyewitness accounts of them."

"so what?"

An old man frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

"The matter of the cursed spirit can no longer be kept secret; too many ordinary people have seen it."

Mashiro paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I'm going to reveal the matter of curses."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment, then suddenly became noisy.

"Publicize the world of sorcery? Are you crazy?"

"You think you can just break a thousand-year-old rule of the sorcery world like that?"

"It will cause panic. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Several old men from sorcerer families slammed their fists on the table, spitting as they spoke.

In contrast, none of the members of the three major sorcery families spoke; they simply watched indifferently from the sidelines, their lips turned down in a forced smile.

Who are these old folks? Which rural family did they come from to Beijing?

How dare they challenge Lord Mashiro's authority! They're courting death.

Mashiro listened without saying a word.

She only spoke after they had finished arguing.

"I said I would go public."

Mashiro's voice was icy as she looked at the dissenting group and said, "You outdated old fogies, I didn't ask for your opinion."

"What did you say?!"

One of the old men slammed his fist on the table and glared at Mashiro: "You little brat, I, Shimada Kohei, have eaten more salt than you've walked roads!"

Ignoring the guy, Mashiro glanced around and said, "Anyone else who objects can step forward now."

The meeting room was deathly silent; no one spoke.

Those elderly people who opposed it earlier were stubborn, but not stupid.

After seeing the ambiguous smiles on the faces of the three major families, he began to bury his head in the sand and did not say anything more.

Mashiro nodded: "Okay, no one else has any objections, right? That leaves only you."

Kohei Shimada's face darkened. "Kujou Mashiro, what do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

"threaten?"

Mashiro chuckled and shook her head slightly: "You're not worthy of my threats."

She stood up and walked over to Kohei Shimada.

Just as Shimada Kohei was about to stand up, Mashiro pressed him down into the chair with one hand, rendering him unable to move.

"Kujou Mashiro, what do you want to do!?"

Kohei Shimada was both anxious and angry, and began to struggle.

"Didn't you say you've eaten more salt than I've walked roads?"

Mashiro sneered, stretched out her hand and used a construction technique, creating a pile of salt in her palm: "I just wanted to verify if it was true."

You can't...

Before Shimada Kohei could finish speaking, Mashiro shoved the salt in his hand into his mouth.

"Ee! Uh!"

"Don't talk, keep eating."

Mashiro didn't let go until she had fed him all the salt in her hand.

"yue!"

Kohei Shimada immediately knelt on the ground and began to retch.

"Any more objections?"

"That's all...that's all!"

"That's more like it."

Mashiro sat back in the main seat, waved her hand to signal someone to take Shimada Kohei out and let him vomit outside.