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

The blanket sealed her in, preventing her from getting up.

She stared at the charging cable port on the bedside table for two seconds, sighed, and slowly sat up.

The blanket slipped down and piled up around her waist, and her hair hung down, covering half of her face.

She shook her head, brushed the hair away from her face, revealing her delicate and lovely little face.

three people.

She yawned, walked barefoot on the floor, and headed towards the bathroom.

Ten seconds later, the sound of water was heard.

Not long after, Mashiro came out again after washing up.

Her hair was tied up, her red eyes were clear, and her expression became calm and indifferent.

It's the Kujo Mashiro that everyone knows.

She picked up her phone and dialed Nanami's number.

"Nanami, have you found out the details of the technique?"

The sound of papers turning over came from the other end of the phone.

“Found it.” Nanami’s voice was as deep as ever. “Sato Hikaru is a level three sorcerer, and his technique is low-level sorcery perception. Sakakibara Shigeru and Tanaka Yoshio are not up to par. I’ve sent you their addresses.”

Mashiro looked at the three lines of address that popped up on the screen.

"understood."

"Be careful, it's best not to leave any evidence," Nanami warned calmly.

Mashiro was silent for a moment, then asked him, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the voice came through again, "I was the one who messaged you to accept the urgent task, so I bear some responsibility."

"Besides, they dared to use me to plot against a minor, they should pay the price." His tone became menacing, then softened after a pause.

"All sorcerers are rubbish, especially the higher-ups. Be careful."

"Oh, I see."

After hanging up the phone, she zipped her coat up all the way and went out the door.

Chapter 35 A Dark and Windy Night for Murder

9 PM, Saitama.

Yoshio Tanaka's old home was an old-style detached house with several roof tiles missing and knee-high weeds growing in the yard.

The living room lights were on, and the television emanated a muffled sound.

Mashiro entered through the back door, and the lock was silently severed by the spatial cutting.

Yoshio Tanaka sat on the sofa watching a late-night variety show. There was half a bottle of beer on the table, his laptop was on, and the encrypted email interface on the screen was still open.

He heard something and turned his head.

Masashiro's crimson eyes shone in the darkness.

Yoshio Tanaka's body trembled, and he suddenly turned around.

A mouse glanced at him and then ran away.

He let out a breath and wiped away his cold sweat. "Oh, it was a rat."

He turned around, intending to continue watching the variety show, but suddenly saw someone standing in front of him.

Tanaka Yoshio screamed in fright, then stared wide-eyed at the person in question: "You're that..."

Mashiro had no intention of wasting words with him; Murasaki pierced his heart.

A knife.

His mouth was open, but he couldn't say anything.

The beer can rolled off the table and smashed on the floor, spilling the remaining beer onto the tatami mat, leaving a stain.

Mashiro blurred out and withdrew from the rain, then picked up her laptop.

The encrypted email on the screen was sent to "Hanayama-in".

She took the photo, closed the laptop, and put it in her arms.

The laughter of comedians on TV variety shows filled the quiet room.

Then, a fire destroyed everything.

10:15 PM, Nerima Ward.

Shigeru Sakakibara's apartment is on the fifth floor. Mashiro came up the stairs, and two of the hallway lights were broken.

She arrived at the door of her target and knocked.

The door opened, and Shigeru Sakakibara, wearing glasses and holding a pen in his hand, appeared.

His pupils contracted the moment he saw Mashiro, but he wasn't as surprised as Yoshio Tanaka.

“Kujo Mashiro,” he said.

"Ah."

Shigeru Sakakibara took a step back, gripped the pen tightly in his right hand, and the pen tip drew an arc in the air.

The documents on the desk suddenly flew up, their edges gleaming with a magical light, like a swarm of spinning blades rushing towards Shinpaku.

The first sliver of paper cut her face, leaving a shallow mark.

Click-clack.

The second piece, cut in the same spot, broke on its own.

Shigeru Sakakibara continued to draw arcs with his pen, sending more papers flying, while he himself retreated to the window, his left hand fumbling for the window lock behind his back.

Mashiro walked straight through the encirclement of paper blades, the blades hitting her body without even cutting her clothes.

A slash across the rain.

The pen broke in two, and the fingers holding it fell to the ground.

Shigeru Sakakibara looked down at his severed finger, and before he could even cry out, the second knife had already pierced his heart.

Mashiro drew her sword, and the scattered papers on the ground were stained with blood.

The surging water washed away all traces.

She picked up Sakakibara Shigeru's body and threw it into the lake.

11:40 PM, Port Area.

Hikaru Sato lives on the 23rd floor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of Tokyo Tower, and at this time, more than half of the lights have already been turned off.

Mashiro climbed up the floors one by one, knowing that Sato Hikaru could sense the increasing fluctuations of her cursed power as she approached.

Soon, we arrived at the entrance, which was wide open.

Mashiro looked up and gazed into the room.

The lights were all on, and a suitcase stood in the entryway, half-filled. There was no one in the living room.

"It came a little later than I expected."

The sound came from the French windows. Sato Hikaru stood with his back to the door, his right index and middle fingers gently touching his temple.

Mashiro stood still, without saying a word.

"You go to Saitama and Nerima first." Sato Hikaru turned around.

His eyes glowed with a faint magical light as the spell was activated.

The distribution of cursed energy throughout the room was precisely marked in his perception, and the flow of cursed energy within Mashiro's body was as if it had been illuminated by a searchlight.

"Are they both dead?"

Mashiro did not answer; Murasaki appeared in her right hand.

Sato Hikaru drew his cursed dagger, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and lowered his center of gravity.

“You’re not the first person to try to mess with Kazan-in,” he said, then charged at Mashiro. “But he has people above him, and you can’t kill them all.”

The short sword pierced Mashiro's left shoulder with precise angle.

Sato Hikaru's ability to sense curse power allowed him to anticipate the flow of his opponent's curse power, and this strike landed precisely on the weakest point in her defense.

But it was no use; it didn't even cause the slightest wound.

Sato Hikaru's pupils suddenly contracted.

Cong Yu slashed upwards, cutting through his left wrist that was holding the knife, the blade emerging from the back of his hand.

Sato Hikaru gritted his teeth and suppressed his screams.

He didn't let go; instead, he pressed down with his pierced left wrist, trying to trap Cong Yu in the bone, while simultaneously grabbing Zhen Bai's neck with his right hand.

Mashiro did not loosen his grip on the hilt of the sword; a spatial slash appeared and severed his right hand.

Sato Hikaru knelt on the ground, both his hands were useless, and the short sword fell to the floor, bounced, and slid under the sofa.

Mashiro pulled Murasaki out of Sato Hikaru's left wrist.

Hikaru Sato looked down at his drooping arms, then looked up at Mashiro.

He smiled, a bitter smile of resignation.

"Yeah...you'll find out sooner or later anyway..."

The rain pierced his throat.

His words were cut short by blood.

The sound waves vibrated, and everything in the room was destroyed into pieces.

Sato Hikaru's body was thrown out of the window and fell to the ground, where it was unrecognizable.