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

Kugizaki held a half-empty can of coffee in his hand, and Itadori had a half-eaten piece of bread next to him. He stared at the setting sun, still chewing.

Fushiguro leaned against the doorpost, his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking at the sky in the direction of Shibuya.

The jade dog lay quietly at his feet.

Now that his magical power is increasing, he releases his shikigami from time to time, just like taking them for a ride.

Shunping stood quietly to the side, looking into the distance.

Mashiro walked over and tossed the plastic bag from the convenience store to Itadori, saying, "You guys share it, have some more."

Huzhang caught the bag, took out a can of green tea, and pulled the tab.

"Isn't it against eating too much before a war?"

"Eat more if you don't want to slack off in battle," Mashiro said, looking at him. "Unlike before, when a battle would be over in one go, this will be a war of attrition."

"I hope they don't come tonight." Kugizaki put the jar on his lap. "Let me go back to sleep. I just realized this morning that my dorm bed is still very soft."

“Unlikely,” Fushiguro said, his eyes still fixed on Shibuya.

Kugizaki sighed. "Can't you just go along with me this once?"

"No."

"alright."

Shunping stood up, dusted off his knees, and looked up at the sky.

"The moon is so bright tonight."

Upon hearing his words, everyone looked up.

The eastern sky had already darkened, and the moon was faintly visible through the thin clouds, casting a pale silver light.

There were no stars in the sky, only the lonely moon hanging there.

Before they could continue admiring the moonlight, their phones vibrated simultaneously.

Five cell phones rang with notification sounds at the same moment, the mingling of the ringtones sounding particularly jarring in the quiet evening air.

"gone."

Huzhang placed the unfinished green tea on the steps.

The can tipped over, and the remaining beverage spilled down the steps.

"They're here, they're here."

Kugizaki pulled three nails from inside his coat and tucked them between his fingers.

Fushiguro Megumi stood up, and Tamaguchi straightened up as well.

......

In the direction of Shibuya, a black, hemispherical barrier slowly rose from the ground.

It spreads outwards from Shibuya Station, forming a tent.

The edges of the tent covered the neon signs of the commercial street, the rooftops of the apartment buildings, and the traffic lights at the intersection.

The last ray of moonlight was shut out; war was about to begin.

Mashiro summoned Murasame, its blade gleaming fully in the moonlight, trembling slightly, as if it too yearned for a thrilling battle.

That's true, she hasn't been fighting much lately, and she's starting to get restless.

Mashiro smiled, gently waved the Murasame in her hand, and put on the headset specially made for Kokichi.

"I'll go ahead first. You all follow Ichiji's instructions."

Mashiro started walking towards Shibuya.

"it is good."

They each put on their headsets, connected to the channel, and heard Ijichi's voice in their ears.

"You will split into two teams and enter through entrances A and B. Be careful."

"receive."

They replied, exchanging a glance.

Haddō chuckled and said, "Don't die, okay?"

"Hmph, you're the one who should be punished. If you dare to do what you did last time, I'll kill you." Kugisaki chuckled and snorted.

"Set off."

They ran towards the tents in different directions, ready to carry out their respective tasks.

The moon was completely obscured by clouds; tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Shibuya has officially become a battlefield.

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Volume 1, the Beginning Chapter, has officially ended. Next up is Volume 2, the Shibuya Incident.

Chapter 101 Celebration!

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Chapter 102 Account

Inside the tent, countless ordinary people were trapped inside, unable to get out.

The crowd was packed around the edge of the tent, a huge, dark mass, incredibly noisy, making it impossible to tell who was talking.

"Hey! What's going on?"

At the front of the crowd, an older man pounded on the tent, his fist making a dull thud, but the tent didn't budge.

"Damn it, I still have to go to the company to work overtime!"

"Huh? What's so special about you working overtime? I have an appointment later!" The gaudy-dressed delinquent clicked his tongue, kicked the account book, and staggered back several steps.

He squatted down, clutching his foot, his face flushed red, and remained silent for a long time.

"Hey! Can you hear me over there?" A fat man squeezed to the front of the tent in the crowd and shouted, "Hurry up and call that guy named Gojo Satoru over here!"

"Who is Gojo Satoru?" The people around him looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they did not know.

"I don't know either, but I heard that if that guy named Gojo Satoru doesn't come, none of us will be able to get out!"

The fat man wiped the sweat from his face and said through gritted teeth.

"Who said that?" A burly man next to him looked at him suspiciously.

"How should I know? That's what everyone's saying!"

"So who are you all?!"

"We are all truly everyone!"

The two started arguing, each shouting louder than the last, and it looked like they were about to come to blows.

People around them retreated, clearing a small space for them, afraid of being affected.

"Why are you so panicked? Just stay where you are, and we'll be rescued soon."

The girl not far away watched them, shook her head, fiddled with her phone, and sighed, "It's just that the lack of signal is a bit annoying."

The fat man, who had just been arguing, suddenly turned around and looked at the girl.

He looked frightened; his eyes bulged out, making him appear quite intimidating.

Didn't you see it just now?

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Everyone at the intersection was sucked into the station just now, in that instant, it felt like they were dragged in by something!"

He involuntarily took two steps forward, his voice filled with panic, "That's absolutely not something a human could do, just like this thing blocking our way!"

"This is a supernatural event! Staying where you are is suicide!" He continued to the front of the tent, banging on it and shouting for Gojo Satoru to come in.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, then filled with panicked noise.

"What did he say? He inhaled it?"

"It seems so, I think I just saw it!"

There's really no one at the station!

"What on earth is going on?!"

......

"Just as planned, a trap was set up outside to lock up ordinary people."

At Shibuya Station, on the lowest level, B5F, the entrance is... (The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about a person standing on a low platform).

They scrolled through their phones, oblivious to the fact that the tram hadn't arrived yet, only occasionally complaining about the lack of signal.

Then some people echoed him, and it gradually evolved into a group of people cursing the telecommunications company as a tax thief.

Louhu looked at these humans who were about to die without even realizing it, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Then, with some doubt, he asked the tadpole-shaped cliff face, "What is the meaning of this question?"

"Hehe." He chuckled softly, his voice trembling slightly.

He spoke, his tone undisguisedly playful, "No matter how many traps there are, they're just decorations for that guy. All the arrangements are just for the final killing move."

After saying this, he left the wine-drinking hut, and said, "I will not rest until I have finished speaking."

His steps were unhurried, exuding composure, as if the outcome was already decided.

Louhu watched his figure disappear into the shadows around the corner.

"An unpredictable man." Louhu shook her head. "Never mind him, as long as the plan goes smoothly."

The Thögen beside him remained silent, simply standing there.

Tuogen had long been corrupted by the vulgarity and stubbornness of the demons, and had also been corrupted by the demons. He was now a man of few words, and had no choice but to accept the fate of the demons.