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

"It's still the same as always, full of musty smells." The real man walked past the bearded man, his gaze fixed on the man's unkempt appearance.

"Not yet, Real Person." [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.]

"His reward for providing us with intelligence was to heal his body with the [Transformation of Non-Action], and only after he was healed could we kill him."

"Eh? This is troublesome." Masato sighed and walked up to Yukichi.

He looked down at the mangled body submerged in nutrient solution, reached out his hand and said, "Maybe I'll accidentally turn him into a caterpillar."

Kokichi looked up at Makoto's face and landed on his smile.

His lips curled upwards, and he said with murderous intent, "Come on, you bastard."

The real man's face also darkened. "You really dare to say that? Then I'll make sure you never open your mouth again."

"Don't do that, real person." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Breaking free from the constraints imposed by others is uncertain, so don't cause trouble at this critical juncture."

The real man snorted and placed his hand on Yukichi's head, covering it completely with his five fingers.

The moment their skin touched, Yukichi felt a cold, magical energy that didn't belong to him seeping down from the top of his head.

"You should thank me, you're even worse than a bastard."

The [Transformation of Non-Action] was activated, and under the guidance of the curse, Yukichi's soul was reshaped, with the missing parts being filled one by one.

Then his body began to change according to the appearance of his soul, and all his defects and aftereffects disappeared, and he became healthy.

After removing all the tubes connected to his body, Kokichi stood on the ground and moved around.

This is what a healthy body feels like!

The pain that had haunted him since birth has now vanished.

He had never felt so good before. He cheered for himself, drank for himself, and applauded!

Every breath was so smooth, and there was no longer a stinging sensation when my heart beat.

His body finally belonged to him.

He took several deep breaths. Despite his excitement, he forced himself to calm down and focus his attention on the enemy in front of him.

"You should be happier, right?" the real man said disappointedly. "It's infuriating that I managed to cure you."

"Because it's not time to be happy yet." Yukichi stared at Masato, his magical power surging.

"Heh!" The real person also got into position, revealing a cruel smile. "That's true, let's begin!"

Several puppets crawled out from the pipes behind Yukichi.

Each one was just like the one he used to control the three-wheeled dialogue system, its metal casing gleaming coldly.

The puppets' arms unfolded in unison, making a synchronized clicking sound, and the magical cannons in their palms were aimed at the real people.

The man spread his arms, his palms enveloped in magical power, and took a step forward, radiating a deadly threat.

The atmosphere of tension escalated, and a major battle was imminent.

But at that moment, a katana burst through the roof and plunged into the ground, embedding itself in the concrete floor less than a foot in front of the real person.

The blade was embedded three-tenths of an inch into the ground, and the part protruding above the ground trembled slightly.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted; he certainly recognized the katana and immediately looked up.

"This is the end."

The sound came from outside the hole in the roof.

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Chapter 96 and Kokichi (2)

The sound came from outside the hole in the roof.

The man took two steps back, raised his head slightly, and looked towards the direction from which the voice came from.

A shadow fell through the hole, its petite figure plummeting rapidly. When it landed, its knees bent and it braced itself with one hand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Her silver hair was lifted by the air currents as she landed, the ends spreading out behind her shoulders before falling back to their original positions.

Superheroes have landed!

Mashiro slowly stood up, looking at the surprised looks on everyone's faces, and was very satisfied with her successful entrance.

She reached out and grasped the handle of Cong Yu's knife, pulling it out of the concrete.

As the knife was pulled from the ground, it kicked up a small amount of cement debris, which landed at her feet.

"Kujou Mashiro." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

Few people would know that he would appear here with a real person. Is it a coincidence or premeditated?

Last time, when the real person told him there might be a mole within the organization, he didn't quite believe it. Now, however, he's completely convinced.

Could it be that not all those high-ranking figures in the sorcery world are rotten oranges? They actually planted spies among his ranks!

Looks like I'll have to do a thorough check of my team when I get back.

The real person ignored the iliac bud and the plan.

He looked at Zhenbai, his lips parted in a wide grin, revealing an excited smile.

He's really looking forward to a rematch!

What, you're saying it's not the second lead? Then don't worry about it!

"Kujou Mashiro, I've been waiting for you for so long!" Masato took a step forward, raising his hands from his sides with his fingers spread wide.

His magical power surged, and he was about to make his move.

The coffin was made of porcelain. The alliance of locusts... (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

"What does this mean, Xia You?" The real man's smile gradually faded as he looked at Ao Yu.

"Now is not the time." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

He took half a step forward and stood between the real man and the white man. The hem of his kasaya reached his ankles, and his sleeves fluttered, giving him a scholarly air.

Mashiro held Congyu in her hand, the knife tip pointing downwards, and looked at Ao.

"Are you here to arrest this traitor?" (Liaoyu Province)

Mashiro looked at him with displeasure.

Why only ask one question? That way, she can't say that!

"I have no obligation to inform you." Mashiro snorted coldly, arrogant and domineering, making up for his lack of height with his imposing presence!

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 most troublesome opponents are those who refuse to communicate; you can't get any information from them.

He had originally hoped to deduce how much the college knew from her reply, but now he could only guess.

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.

He didn't plan to fight here. Although Zhenren was very confident, he always felt that Zhenren couldn't beat her.

Regardless of the outcome if he takes action himself, it will be more troublesome if he gets bogged down and others arrive.

The transformation of a true person through non-action is extremely important; it cannot go wrong.

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 bondage with Xingji and us is complete." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Are you scared?" Mashiro stepped forward, relentlessly pressing the issue.

"Just pretend I'm scared." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

Shiny white fingers lightly tapped the hilt of the knife.

She knew she couldn't kill the real person now, so she changed her mind.

But now, alone with Meichan, I feel a sense of loss and helplessness.

The real person looked at the fish with dissatisfaction, and the others...

"You and she will meet again soon, and I won't stop you then."

After seeing and hearing this, Masato turned his gaze to Mashiro.

He slowly suppressed the fighting spirit and murderous intent deep within his heart.

"I'll definitely kill you next time." The real man raised his hands from his sides in a gesture of surrender, his fingers spread wide, and then turned and walked towards the door.

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

"A good thing?" Mashiro scoffed. "You third-rate trash are using fourth-rate techniques. It's a sign of weakness in you."

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

This kid in front of him is spouting quotations in every sentence; he really can't take it anymore!

He turned and walked away, pausing briefly at the doorway.

"Then we'll meet again sometime. Hopefully, you'll reconsider after we've demonstrated our strength."

The door closed behind them.

Mashiro sensed two waves of magical energy moving away into the distance at a very fast speed, disappearing from her perception range in an instant.

She stood still, turning her gaze away from the door and towards Yukichi, who had already taken the opportunity to change his clothes.

Standing beside the device with Kokichi, looking at the Rain still held in Mashiro's hand, he took a deep breath.

"You're here to kill me?" Kokichi turned his gaze to her eyes.

But what he saw were wings obscuring his eyes, rendering his deep breath ineffective.

"What if I say yes?" Mashiro teased him, seeing his nervous expression.