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

After a moment of silence, Mechanical Maru watched the three-wheeled vehicle prepare to leave, and his heart tightened.

"It's alright, it's a tricycle, you can stay here."

"Huh?" Miwa turned around in surprise, then smiled. "Okay."

After the tricycle came over, he whispered that the passionate atmosphere between Todo and Itadori was really hard to approach.

Mechanical Maru watched her quietly, listening to her slow complaints, occasionally echoing her softly.

Such moments were too wonderful, and he couldn't help but drift into daydreams.

If, if one day, could he truly stand by her side instead of being a puppet?

I just stayed quietly by her side, listening to her speak in silence.

I felt the joy of being by her side with my own body, breathing the same air as her.

He listened to her calling his name again and again, and that soft, melodious voice echoed in his mind countless times.

Would this bring me closer to her?

"Mechanical Maru, get on board, we're leaving." The voice of the tricycle pulled him back to reality from his fantasy.

Fantasy is so beautiful that reality is so painful.

Mechanical Maru desperately suppressed his inner longing and nodded gently, "I'm here."

The voice remained the same mechanical tone, unable to convey even the hoarse, trembling tone of the person in question.

However, it's better if the message doesn't get through.

A traitor like him may only be qualified to express his love to the one he loves on the day he dies.

That's fine, that's fine...

The bus started, its taillights flashed briefly, and then it drove out of the highway exit.

Hu Zhang stood in the middle of the road, waved his hand a few times, then put his hand down and put it back in his pocket.

"What do we do next?"

“Let’s train,” Fushiguro Megumi said after thinking for a moment.

"Huh? Can't we go explore Tokyo?" Kugizaki sighed.

“Not today.” Kiyotaka Ijichi walked over. “A message came from the window, asking you to investigate.”

Tiger Rod took it, glanced at it, and his eyes lit up. "Finally, we can get out!"

"What?!" Kugizaki leaned closer. "All three died in the same way? Assassinated by a cursed spirit at their front door?"

Fushiguro took the tablet from Itadori's hand. "Did all three of them tell the management company that the automatic door was never closed?"

Itadori and Kugizaki's eyes lit up: "Isn't this just one of those urban legends!?"

Senior students, do you know?

I've been working hard on club activities since I came to Tokyo!

Huzhang clenched his fist, his face full of excitement.

"Calm down." Fushiguro Megumi looked at the two making a scene and felt like her head was about to explode.

“This task will be completed by the four first-year students together. Advisor Kujo will be absent today due to other commitments,” Kiyotaka Ijichi told them.

"Shunping, you come too!" Huzhang said, pulling Shunping, who was standing quietly beside him.

Shunping was stunned. He thought that a novice like himself wouldn't start doing tasks right away.

I was pleasantly surprised, but also a little nervous.

"I will do my best!" Shunping nodded, his eyes showing determination.

"Oh, right, Miss Kujo asked me to pass on a message to you," Kiyoshi Iji called out to Itajitari.

"what?"

Chapter 86 Unexpected Plan

All intelligence has been cut off.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

He had been waiting for a long time; those in the upper echelons who had tipped him off should have sent encrypted communications after the meeting ended.

The usual time should be within two hours after the meeting ends, but now it's much later.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

The previous traitors no longer want to be traitors to humanity?

It might be possible for normal people, but it's unlikely for the higher-ups in the world of sorcery.

Therefore, there should only be one possible outcome.

He turned and went inside.

The real person sat in a chair, resting his chin on his hand, with his hair peeking out from between his fingers and hanging on the table.

He was yawning as he read a novel, flipping through the pages quickly every now and then; it was clear he wasn't very interested in it.

Lou Hu stood by the window, a map of Northeast China spread out on the table, with circles drawn next to the labels of several cities, spaced unequally apart.

This is the place it intends to send those cursed spirits to attack.

The words of the bearded man are not sung. The words of the camel are not sung. The house is filled with vinegar.

"The top leadership has been purged." (This appears to be a fragment of a longer text, possibly a corrupted or incomplete sentence.)

"They're all dead?" Zhenren and Louhu were somewhat incredulous.

"They're all dead." The sound of their voices filled the air, followed by a series of exclamations and incomplete sentences.

"Ding-dong." The doorbell rang, and a soft sound rang out.

"The killings during the meeting were publicly stated as an attack by a cursed spirit." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.)

"Five hands that move?" Louhu said.

"There shouldn't be just him." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

The man picked up the cup, took a sip, and then laughed, saying, "So someone instigated this, then there's only one answer, isn't there?"

"Kujou Mashiro." (This appears to be a fragment of a poem or poem, possibly a poem or poem, and doesn't form a coherent sentence or paragraph.)

Where did this genius come from? He completely disrupted some of his previous plans.

Louhu looked at the remaining skeleton of the man, the beautiful woman, the window, the kang, the arch, the apple, the upright, the handsome man.

了鞒聊撕艹な奔洹�

This variable was not included in the plan.

He spent a long time making the preliminary arrangements.

Under his plan, internal strife will continue at the top.

Conservatives and reformers are choking each other, pushing and shoving each other between the people buried on either side of them.

Internal friction creates information gaps, which can provide him with intelligence, divert his attention, and create loopholes within the college.

These gaps were supposed to be opened simultaneously before the Shibuya Project was launched.

Now that the leadership has changed, all sources of information have disappeared simultaneously.

This means that a new decision-making model will emerge there, which is more efficient and direct, and may even be highly centralized.

He didn't know exactly who was in charge of this model, but he knew that Gojo Satoru and the silver-haired girl were definitely involved.

If the replacements are chosen by the two of them personally, Shibuya's plan will need to be completely recalculated.

But this is the mindset of the weak.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences. It's impossible to translate meaningfully without understanding the intended meaning.

"The swift elimination of the high-ranking officials means they will be in a state of chaos for some time." (This is a quote from a Chinese writer, possibly related to a political or economic movement.)

"This period of time will not be long, but we can seize this opportunity."

Louhu looked up from the table. "Hua Yu is dead. The three cursed spirits created by the fingers still need time to gel. Even if there are gaps, we won't have time to seize them."

"There's enough time." (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context.)

"Look." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

He pulled another folded map from his pocket and unfolded it.

Tokyo subway map.

"Previously, we could wait for the upper echelons to slowly decay, waiting for internal strife to create a breach. Now, the college has become stronger internally. Internal strength means they can concentrate their efforts on dealing with external issues. But concentration has its problems."

His finger was pointing to the very center of the subway map.

Shibuya Station.

“Concentration means that their judgment will focus on one point. As long as pressure is applied to multiple points at the same time, they must disperse. No matter how fast Gojo Satoru is, he can only be in one place at a time. If another place is large and dense enough, he must choose one.”

The man leaned forward, looking at the subway map, then at the endless stream of people rushing about.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

The two locations are far apart, with different routes and different deployments.

"Gojo Satoru and Kujo Mashiro must be held back at the same time; holding back only one is the same as not holding back at all."

The skeleton of the cow was exposed. The remains of the cow were scattered across the island. The skeleton ...

He drew a circle on the first spot with his finger.

"They used top-tier cursed spirits to increase their numbers, attacking in groups of three, along with the help of a curse master. No matter how strong Gojo Satoru was, he couldn't clear them out quickly while protecting those around him."

His finger moved to the second position.

"On the other side, tents and people are used to divide the battlefield, covering the entire area in tents, and using the original humans as bait and hostages."

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