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

Mashiro stood up and tapped her fingers lightly on the keyboard twice. "Two clerical staff, one technical staff member, and they have superiors."

“Sakakibara Shigeru’s former section chief, the one who was promoted to the director’s department.” Gojo Satoru put his sunglasses back on. “The section chief’s account was remotely logged out in the early morning. The logout record shows that the IP address came from a certain address in Kyoto. But this address went through three redirects, and the final location still needs further analysis.”

“That’s enough.” Mashiro put her phone in her pocket. “You’ve memorized Sato Hikaru’s curse characteristics, so all that’s left is to find them.”

Gojo Satoru looked at her. Mashiro's face was expressionless, but her fingers were typing on the phone screen much faster than usual.

The expression he had when he rushed back from Saitama overnight and saw Itadori's corpse was gone; it had been replaced by this calm and focused look.

Mashiro put away her phone and said to Gojo Satoru, "Tell me the address once you find the person."

Gojo Satoru nodded and left the room.

Mashiro followed and left, then closed the server room door. The motion-sensor lights in the corridor automatically turned off, plunging the entire floor back into darkness.

As they walked out of the administrative building, Ijichi lowered the car window and watched the two approach.

"Mr. Gojo, are you done investigating?"

"The investigation is complete."

Iji didn't dare to ask directly who they had found, and simply nodded.

Mashiro sat in the back seat, took out her phone, and opened LINE.

Nanami's chat window was still stuck on the last message. She typed a few words and sent it.

"Mashiro": Three people. Shigeru Sakakibara, Yoshio Tanaka, and Hikaru Sato.

Nanami's reply came very quickly.

"Nanami": Hikaru Sato submitted his annual leave application a week ago and will begin his vacation the day after tomorrow. If you need to contact him, tomorrow night is the best time.

"Mashiro": I understand.

The phone screen went dark, and the car fell silent again.

Mashiro leaned back in her seat, slowly drawing two circles on her knee with her fingers before stopping.

Those three people were executors, not planners, but even executors have to die.

The remaining person is still in the director's office in Kyoto.

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I woke up to find that the number of novel readers worldwide had decreased by 1000 times, but my number remained unchanged!

Waaaaah, so many people are watching! Thank you everyone, meow~

If you, dear readers, find any issues with the setting, please comment below. I genuinely didn't have time to meticulously check against the original work while writing.

I've tried my best to fix what I can, but if it's too difficult to fix, then please be lenient and consider it a mutation caused by the world adapting to Mashiro.

That's all, meow!

Chapter 34 The Eve

When Mashiro returned to the apartment, it was still dark.

She took off her shoes in the entryway, threw her dusty coat into the washing machine, and went into the bathroom.

As the hot water sizzled down, she closed her eyes and began to tally up what she had gained that night.

After Cong Yu drained Hua Yu's severed arm, her magical power far surpassed that of an ordinary level one sorcerer, and she was capable of fighting a fully-fledged special-grade cursed spirit on her own.

Then there's the domain aspect.

The entirety of the leaking coral realm, namely the Iron Mountain of the Coffin, was witnessed by Mashiro from its unfolding to its shattering, leaving an incomplete imprint within the Dharma Wheel.

The way the barrier is constructed, the flow of magical power within the domain, and the transformation point from the physical body to the external space.

She only grasped the general idea of ​​these things and had not fully experienced the damage and pressure caused by the expansion of the domain, which resulted in her not being fully adapted.

She came out of the bathroom, her hair still wet, and stood in the middle of the living room.

A surge of magical power erupted, and silvery-white light spread from beneath her feet, attempting to form a domain.

The boundary of the area was vaguely extended by less than half a meter before bursting open like a soap bubble.

Mashiro frowned, tapping her fingers lightly on the side of her leg as she pondered.

Not only is she still lacking in the domain, but she can't even unleash the initial form of her full magical power.

Does expanding a domain consume so much spell power?

Or is it because her true nature is that of a demonic being, which makes her rather special?

Mashiro sighed and gave up thinking about it.

Since I can't figure it out right now, I might as well wait until I have a better understanding of the domain and more spell power before making a decision.

Mashiro gathered the water droplets on her body, threw them into the pool, and then changed into a set of loungewear.

I was just about to go to bed when my phone screen lit up.

A training selfie sent by Itajō via LINE.

The silly, pink-haired PE student, covered in sweat, gave a thumbs-up in the background, against the backdrop of the dusty walls of the underground training field.

"Yujin": Image.jpg

"Yujin": Gojo-sensei said that if I practice for a few more days, I'll be able to catch up for the exchange competition (?o?o)??

Mashiro stared at the photo for a moment, a smile spreading across her face.

"Mashiro": Don't push yourself too hard.

"Hiruto": Mashiro-san is the one

"Yujin": I'm going to rest now, goodnight (|3[▓▓)

"Mashiro": Goodnight.

She turned off the screen, placed her phone next to her pillow to charge, left a bedside lamp on, and gradually fell asleep.

When Mashiro woke up, the light filtering through the curtains had turned orange.

An afternoon in Tokyo.

She buried her face in the pillow and muffled it for a few seconds.

Then she turned over, wrapped the blanket around her waist twice, and spread her hair messily on the pillow, with a few strands of silver hair sticking up high.

He barely opened his eyes a crack, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There was a tiny crack in the ceiling. She stared at it for a long time, without thinking about anything.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Mashiro ignored it and buried her head even deeper into the pillow.

About thirty seconds later, the phone started vibrating again.

An arm emerged from under the covers, groped around on the bedside table, and pulled out the charging cable.

The phone slipped to the ground and continued to ring.

Mashiro rolled over and leaned out from the edge of the bed, reaching out to grope around on the floor.

My finger touched the phone case, I picked it up, and the screen was blindingly bright.

"Incoming caller: Gojo Satoru"

She swiped to answer the call, held the phone to her ear, and didn't say anything.

"Hello? Hello? Are you alive?" Gojo Satoru's voice came through the receiver, still as irreverent as ever.

“…Hmm.” Mashiro responded groggily.

"What's that sound? Did you just wake up? Do you know what time it is?"

Mashiro took her phone down and glanced at the time on the screen. 3:24 PM.

She put the phone back to her ear: "...3:20, what?"

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud, "So you sleep in too."

"Otherwise what?" Mashiro's voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up. "You don't need it because you can have unlimited refills."

What the heck is "unlimited refills"?

Mashiro didn't explain. She pulled the blanket up, curled up her knees, and shrunk into a small ball, revealing only her face and the hand holding her phone.

"So, what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then his tone became serious: "Three people, we've found the addresses, how do we divide them?"

Mashiro curled up in the blanket and took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes, and her crimson pupils regained their clarity.

"Don't separate them, leave them all to me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Gojo Satoru's tone returned to its usual nonchalant manner: "Should we get together or solve this separately?"

Let's solve it separately.

“Sato Hikaru has the ability to sense curses; he will know if you get within three hundred meters of him.”

"It doesn't matter if he knows. He's not a top-tier cursed spirit; he can't escape."

Gojo Satoru chuckled lightly: "Then I'll wait for you in the car. Ichichi said that overtime pay tonight will be tripled."

"You can send it to him."

"I don't handle payroll; that's headquarters' job."

"Then you should tell Ichiji to demand ten times the subsidy."

"...It won't be approved, will it?"

"cut."

See you tonight.

The phone screen went dark, and Mashiro remained lying on her side, her hand holding the phone resting on the pillow.