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

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced at the reflection of the last few lights on the Tokyo Tower.

He turned and left.

At 1 a.m., Ijichi's car was parked on the side of the road in the port area.

Mashiro opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Satoru Gojo was in the passenger seat, his legs propped up on the glove compartment, playing on his phone.

He glanced at Zhenbai in the rearview mirror; there was a small bloodstain on her cuff, but otherwise she looked no different from when she got in the car.

"All three have been resolved?"

"Ah."

"Where are his superiors?"

"Sato Hikaru said before he died, 'Hanayama-in, and there are others above him.'"

Gojo Satoru put his phone in his pocket: "Kayama-in is in charge of budget approvals at the Kyoto General Office. Moving against him will trigger a full-scale backlash from the higher-ups."

Zhenbai's fingers lightly tapped on her knee.

"Let's keep it for now and talk about it after the exchange battle."

Are you sure the exchange battle went smoothly?

Mashiro glanced at him: "That's precisely because something will happen, we'll talk about it later."

Gojo Satoru nodded without asking any further questions. He pulled up his eye mask and leaned back into the headrest.

Ichi started the car.

At 2 a.m., Mashiro returned to her apartment.

She placed Yoshio Tanaka's laptop on the table and opened it.

A screenshot of the encrypted email has been sent to Nanami.

Nanami's reply came very quickly.

"Nanami": He is the head of the Secretariat of the Directorate General, directly under Hanayama-in. He has the authority to approve budgets and prioritize tasks in the window system. Sato Hikaru is his direct subordinate.

"Mashiro": Received, leave him alone for now.

"Nanami": Okay.

Mashiro sat on the sofa, turned off her phone, and closed her eyes to think.

The three executors are dead, but the one who gave the order, Huashan Yuan, is still alive, and he has someone above him.

There are nine days left until the sister school exchange program.

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There's still 4k at night.

Chapter 36 Shifting Winds and Clouds

The top floor of an abandoned hotel.

The beard was covered with scars, and the scars were on the surface. ...

Behind him, on the floor of the room, a real person sat cross-legged, his arms having completely regenerated.

He was flipping through a paperback book with a curled-up cover and pages that had been repeatedly folded.

I turned two pages. Then I yawned.

"How boring." He casually tossed the paperback aside, and the book bounced back after hitting the corner of the wall. "When will Louhu wake up? At least I'll have someone to talk to."

In the corner, new shoots kept growing from the severed part of Hua Yu's left arm, only to wither away again.

Mashiro's cursed power invaded its right arm, continuously damaging the wound.

Hua Yu can only repeat this process, repairing her body little by little.

In the very center of the room, half of Louhu's body was placed.

Most of the curse power was absorbed by Cong Yu. The few seconds that the blade remained inside Lou Hu's body when he was stabbed were more fatal to him than the spatial rift that tore his body apart.

It's simply impossible for them to return to the point where they can appear in exchange battles.

The man rolled over and sat up. He glanced at Louhu, then looked up at Ao.

"Can Louhu still keep up with the plan given his current condition?"

"We definitely won't be able to make it in time for the exchange battle." The old man sighed, "We're going to miss it!"

"Mashiro, Kujo Mashiro." Masato's face lit up with an excited smile when he mentioned Mashiro.

"How interesting. Her soul is completely unaffected by my abilities. I could sense it the first time, but the second time I encountered it, I couldn't even sense the shape of her soul."

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"The priority of the third condition seems to have to be raised. Kujo Mashiro is hindering the plan more than expected."

The real person sits cross-legged upright, leaning forward dramatically, almost touching their face to the skull. The posture is so graceful and relaxed that one can hardly move without feeling the weight of the weight. The person sits upright with legs crossed, leaning forward so far that their face almost touches the skull. The posture is so graceful and relaxed that one can hardly feel ...

"As far as I know, Sukuna's vessel and she are siblings, and they have a very good relationship."

The iliac crest, the lone blind ship, the bad and perverse, the narrow and timid...

Hearing this, even Hua Yu looked over.

The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

“Eh, but Sukuna’s vessel is in that high school, right?” Masato tilted his head. “Gojo Satoru is there too, we can’t deal with him either.”

"That depends on you, Master."

"Look at me?" The real person was taken aback.

"You need to expand the scope of your experiment."

"Really?!" The man spun around in his chair. "So, increasing the number of test subjects will draw him out, right?"

The punishment was severed, and the body was covered in soot. The body was covered in soot ...

"what?"

"Is Kujo Mashiro's technique truly an imitation?"

The text appears to be a jumbled mess of characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

The real person blinked: "Bigger than Su Nuo?"

The skull waved thanks to the cup, the emperor cut the ψ promise and said to the two.

The man didn't think about these things deeply. He had already stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked towards the door.

"Then I'll go do the experiment now!"

His figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, his footsteps echoing down the stairs, one step at a time, growing ever more distant.

......

Training room for higher vocational college students.

Mashiro sat in the center of the sofa, her hands folded on her knees.

She sat very properly, but because she was too short, her feet couldn't reach the ground, and her toes dangled on the edge of the sofa, swaying gently.

Opposite him was Gojo Satoru, who occupied two-thirds of the sofa, with his legs crossed, one hand resting on the backrest, and the other holding an unopened can of soda.

Yujin Itadori and Kento Nanami stood beside him, leaning against the wall.

"Before the exchange battle, apart from the real person, the others shouldn't cause any trouble."

Mashiro looked at the rare lineup in front of her and spoke softly.

Gojo Satoru sat opposite her with his legs crossed, taking up two seats by himself.

Meanwhile, Hisahito Itadori and Taketo Nanami stood to the side, leaning against the wall.

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs and swung them around: "The real person? That patient?"

Mashiro nodded and revealed the information: "The real people are a curse born from humanity's hatred and fear of each other."

"His technique of non-action transformation can change the shape of the target's soul."

"The shape of the soul?" Itachi tilted his head, asking with some doubt, "What's the use of changing the shape of the soul?"

Mashiro didn't speak; she stretched out her hand with her five fingers spread.

Several water spheres condensed in the air above her palm, and then were precisely shaped into human figures. The transparent liquid flowed around the edges of the figures, maintaining their outlines.

"Under his spell, the physical form will be guided by the form of the soul."

With a slight twitch of her fingers, the human-shaped water sphere began to deform.

The arms were stretched and stretched, with extra lumps bulging at the joints, the legs were sunken inward, the torso was twisted, and the head split open from the middle.

A human-shaped mass of water transformed into a monstrous alien in three seconds.

"He can turn humans into this, and even sorcerers will be affected after being touched by his hands several times."

Nanami leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.

The silence in the training room lasted for about three seconds.

Gojo Satoru's expression also turned serious. "Is there a way to turn it back?"

Mashiro shook her head, and the water sphere dissipated, turning into mist and mixing with the air: "As far as I know, no."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head, sighed, and said, "I'm going overseas for a few days."

Itadori looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise: "Master is going overseas?"

"I'm going to meet someone named Etsuku Yuta." Gojo Satoru paused for a moment. "He's a year ahead of you, so he's your senior."

Itadori blinked: "Is it that amazing?"

"Special Grade." Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a smile, regaining its usual arc. "Very impressive."

The mouth of the tiger stick is open in an O shape.