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

"There is no room for negotiation on this matter; all you have to do is cooperate."

She glanced at the others who seemed to still harbor resentment, but dared not utter a word under her tyrannical power.

"If you don't cooperate, I don't mind finding someone else to sit in your seats; there are plenty of people who want to sit there."

The old men's faces all turned pale.

But Mashiro clearly didn't care: "This matter is over. Meeting adjourned."

After saying that, Mashiro got up and walked towards the door.

No one behind them dared to utter a sound.

After the meeting ended, Mashiro found Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru, leaning against the window and wearing sunglasses, asked Mashiro after seeing her, "Were you throwing a tantrum in there again just now?"

"What do you mean by throwing a tantrum? Can't you speak more politely?"

Mashiro glanced at him and said, "This is called overall planning and comprehensive leadership."

"Okay, okay, so what are you planning?"

"I'm going to make things public about the world of sorcery. You'll be at the press conference afterwards."

"Huh? Should I go?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure?"

"It's better than going up like this, isn't it?"

"The way you are..."

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and looked Mashiro up and down: "It really doesn't suit you."

"I'm not going to argue with you now, just finish your work."

Mashiro snorted coldly, not bothering to investigate the implied meaning in his words.

"But didn't you scare those old men pretty badly just now?"

"They brought it on themselves."

Mashiro said, "What kind of time is this? They're still trying to cover it up. Someone should have woken them up a long time ago."

"But do you really think telling the public is a good thing?"

After a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru asked.

"I want to make sorcery and cursed spirits more entertaining, and even create cursed tools that allow ordinary people to deal with cursed spirits."

Mashiro spoke of what she was thinking: "Cursed spirits originate from negative human emotions, and this method can greatly reduce ordinary people's fear of the unknown."

"Makes sense."

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Then I'll go and prepare."

......

That afternoon, in a hotel banquet hall in Tokyo.

The audience was filled with reporters, their cameras and microphones pointed at the podium.

Gojo Satoru walked onto the stage, sunglasses perched on his nose.

He glanced at the audience and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Hello everyone, I'm here today to announce something."

“The cursed spirits are real.”

"Spellcasters do exist."

The audience erupted in uproar, a cacophony of camera shutters clicking and blinding flashes.

"Mr. Gojo, was the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' that went viral online the work of a sorcerer?"

Gojo Satoru raised a finger: "It was done by the enemy of the sorcerer, the curse master. But don't worry, the curse master involved has been eliminated by us."

"So, are some of the urban legends we hear true?"

Another reporter raised their hand and spoke.

"Some of it is true, so if you encounter anything strange, remember to run away immediately and don't go looking for trouble."

"Mr. Gojo!"

"Ah, it's time. There will be an announcement regarding the relevant matters. Please read it carefully."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru turned and left the stage, then as if he had just remembered something: "Oh, right, friends in Shinjuku, remember to escape as soon as possible."

Chapter 227 Global Live Broadcast

As soon as he finished speaking, the room full of reporters erupted in uproar.

"Mr. Gojo, why are people from Shinjuku fleeing?"

"Is something big about to happen?"

Gojo Satoru did not answer these questions, only saying at the end, "There will be an announcement in the next couple of days regarding the details."

After saying that, as if to prove something, he flew out the window.

The news was broadcast that evening.

Tokyo, the whole country, and even the world were in an uproar.

On the street, news was being broadcast on a large screen.

An office worker looked up and read the whole thing, but didn't drink his coffee as it got cold.

"The cursed spirit... is it real?"

"Then what we usually see isn't an illusion?"

Inside the izakaya, someone is holding up their phone.

"Look, the sorcerer has been revealed!"

"real or fake?"

"How could an official press conference be fake?"

"So, the things that escaped into the city are real?"

"Damn, could the dark figure I saw yesterday also be one...?"

On X, the topic immediately surged to the top of the global trending searches.

The cursed spirit is revealed.

Comments kept popping up one after another.

"Finally admitted it, I've been saying for a long time that something was fishy."

"Oh my god, are we in great danger right now?"

"It's alright, we've gotten by like this all these years, haven't we?"

"Wow, the Japanese can fly!" (AI translation from Chinese)

"Is it only Japan that has superheroes? Don't we have any?" (AI translation from English)

So, is Iron Man real?

"Was the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons also released by a sorcerer?"

"Don't stir up trouble, those were released by the curse master."

"Holy crap, there are such things as curse masters?"

So, there have always been two groups of people fighting in this world, and we just didn't know it?

"From what he said, it seems to be three forces."

......

Mashiro sat in the operations room, scrolling through her phone.

The comments scrolled by rapidly.

She glanced at it a few times and then put down her phone.

Public opinion is something that some people believe, some don't, some are afraid of, and some take advantage of the situation to spread rumors.

This is all normal; at least the news has spread now.

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

......

Mashiro, along with Kinji, left the vocational high school.

"Go to the government?"

Kinji followed behind, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

"Yes."

Mashiro nodded and said, "Haven't you always wanted casinos to be legalized? Go talk to the government first, then the TV station."

"Why would you contact a TV station?"

Kinji was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"Live broadcast, the decisive battle in Shinjuku, I want the whole world to see it."

As Mashiro spoke calmly, Kinji was completely stunned.

It took him a while to come to his senses.

"I'm going, is it true?"

Government building.

In the reception room, a middle-aged man in a suit sat opposite.