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

"I told you, I'm going to kill you."

He threw a punch with all his might.

The force originates from the feet, travels through the waist, abdomen, shoulders, and arms, and finally converges in the fist.

The cursed power condensed, forming a black light on his fist.

That phenomenon only occurs when the time difference between a physical attack and the release of magical power is less than 0.000001 seconds.

"【Black Flash】!!!"

Tiger Rod's fist struck the real man in the chest.

Unlike all previous attacks, Black Flash's curse power condensed into a single point, directly piercing the boundary between body and soul.

In that instant, the core of the real person's soul was pierced through their entire chest cavity.

The real person was sent flying backward, crashing through the water wall and rolling seven or eight times on the ground before coming to a stop.

He lay on the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and spreading across the road.

The spot on his chest where the black flash struck had a hole punched through the shape of his soul.

It wasn't just physical injuries; even the soul was blasted through.

A real person can regenerate their physical body, but the wounds of the soul take much longer to heal.

The real man lay there for a few seconds, then struggled to his feet. Looking at the two men attacking him one after another, he revealed a sickly smile.

"What a fresh inspiration! Is this what death is?!"

I can do it now.

The real person steadied himself, tilted his head to an exaggerated angle, and opened his eyes wide.

"Expanding the field, [Self-Isolation Enton]"

The power of the curse erupted from beneath the real person's feet, spreading outwards like a tide. A barrier was instantly formed, and a dark shadow rose from the ground, sealing off the sky and the surrounding area.

Mashiro and Itadori were pulled into the area.

The space inside the realm is completely different from the outside; both the sky and the ground are filled with bottomless darkness.

All around were constantly shifting human arms, countless hands reaching out from the darkness, fingers slowly wriggling, palms turning.

The instant the domain unfolds, the guaranteed hit effect of the non-action transformation takes effect.

Mashiro felt countless hands simultaneously trying to guide out the essence of her soul, based on the same principle as the reverse method used by the real person before.

However, Falun is currently stabilizing her soul, and his technique cannot put her into a state of immobility again.

Unfortunately, Falun Dafa doesn't have time to analyze the domain for her right now. Oh well, maybe next time.

Tiger Rod stood in front of her. He could feel the presence of those hands in the domain, and he could feel them trying to touch his soul.

Su Nuo snorted coldly inside his body, and countless slashes appeared, instantly shattering the domain.

Su Nuo's voice reached the soul of the real person, filled with mockery.

"I'll spare your life because you gave me a good show. Whether you can run away or not is up to you."

That wretched Sukuna!

As he ran, he released the modified humans stored within his body, and more than a dozen modified beings of various shapes were released and pounced on Itajima.

Tiger Rod did not slow down. The modified creature pounced in front of him. He dodged to the side and slammed his right fist into its abdomen from below.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one, and the fifth one.

One punch, one kick, one kill.

His anger increased his spell power output by at least 30% compared to usual, and each strike created a shockwave of spell power on his fist.

But after dealing with the cyborgs, the real person had disappeared without a trace.

"They got away." He wiped his fist and turned to Mashiro.

Mashiro walked over and stood beside him.

The two pairs of small wings were still on her head, and a few strands of the silver feathers that covered her eyes were blown by the wind.

She raised her hand and pushed the blindfold aside, revealing her crimson eyes and bloodstains on her wing feathers.

"Let him go, he's awakened his domain." Mashiro pulled Murasame back into his palm. "Next time, he won't just run away."

Itachi turned around, looked at Mashiro's eyes hidden by her wings, and then at the pair of small wings curled inward on the side of her face.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Mashiro raised her hand and gently tapped his forehead with her fingertip, as if nothing had happened.

"Your training is quite good. You can actually use Black Flash now. That's beyond my expectations."

"Hehe, I just used it without thinking." Itajimaru put away his fierce aura and scratched his head. "Mashiro-nee, your wings..."

"It doesn't block your view." Mashiro raised her hand and moved the pair of glasses that were covering her eyes again.

The wings were soft; after being pushed to the sides, they didn't immediately bounce back. They lingered on the silver hair for a few seconds before slowly sliding back to their original position, covering the eyes again.

"On the contrary, you can perceive it more clearly than usual. For example, your heart rate is at least twice as high as usual."

Itachi paused for a moment, then subconsciously pressed his hand to his chest; his heart was indeed beating very fast.

"So it's alright." Mashiro turned and walked towards the apartment, her petite figure illuminated by the faint sunlight.

Huzhang stood still, lowered his hand from his chest, clenched it tightly and then released it.

Then he started walking and caught up with Mashiro.

The two walked for a while, and the sun slowly rose, bringing color back to the streets.

"Mashiro-nee".

"Ah."

"Will those wings stay with you from now on?"

"...Ah, um. Once you're pulled out by a real person, you can't take it back."

"Won't it press on your chest while you sleep?" Itari asked thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand.

"...I haven't thought about this question."

"Try it tonight. If it hurts, I'll buy you a shorter pillow tomorrow."

"……Row."

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I've decided to conjure up Shinshiro's wings anyway. What do you think? This method is quite reasonable, isn't it?

I'm such a genius, meow~

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And what do you mean Tiger used Black Flash?!

Surprised? Because of Mashiro's presence, everyone's strength will increase compared to the original story.

Of course, I will also appropriately increase the strength of the villains, which will definitely deviate somewhat from the original setting, but there's no way around it, they can't beat Mashiro.

Please forgive me, meow!

Also, please don't worry too much about the timeline. I will speed things up a bit and let one event follow another.

That's all, meow!

Chapter 46 Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

When I got back to the apartment, the sun had just fully risen.

Mashiro took out her key and opened the door; the sound of the lock turning was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

After bringing Tiger Stick into the room, Mashiro bent down to take off her shoes, and her two little wings fluttered slightly.

"Mashiro-nee, is there anything left in the fridge?" Itari changed into slippers and went straight to the kitchen, taking her apron off the hook.

“Also,” Mashiro nodded and said, “I haven’t touched the things you bought last time.”

Huzhang opened the refrigerator door, and a cold white light shone on his face.

It was the same groceries he used to buy from time to time.

Chicken, green vegetables, tofu, and eggs.

"Okay then." He sighed and took the ingredients out. "Make some chicken noodles and stir-fry some vegetables."

"what ever."

Mashiro walked into the bedroom and took out clean loungewear from the closet.

White T-shirt and dark gray shorts, with light-colored underwear.

She held the clothes in her arms and passed by the kitchen. Huzhang was washing cabbage, and the tap was running. He didn't turn around.

The bathroom door was closed.

The light above the sink was a pale white. As Shiro put her clothes on the dry rack and straightened up, she saw herself in the mirror.

It sounds strange, but it really doesn't affect my vision. I can see things just as clearly as usual. It's just that there's a very faint silvery veil in front of my eyes.

Seeing that her silver hair had grown even shorter, Mashiro sighed softly, "I'll have to grow my hair back again."

Two pairs of wings emerged from behind her ears. Mashiro reached out and touched them, and as soon as her fingertips touched the edge of the feathers, the wings trembled slightly.

The silvery-white feathers are fine and soft, with very faint gray edges.

The pair on the sides of the face are smaller, curled inwards and pressed against the cheeks. The base of the wings is connected to nerves, so touching them will produce sensation.

There are two thin red marks behind its ears, left from when its wings grew out, and they have stopped bleeding.

She looked for a moment, then took off her clothes and prepared to take a bath.

Turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature to slightly hot.

Hot water poured down from the top of his head, flowing down his silver hair over his shoulders and back.

Water flowed onto the wings, causing the pair of wings covering the eyes to tremble slightly. Water droplets rolled down the outer edge of the feathers, while the inner down remained dry.