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

His task now is to stop Gojo Satoru together with Louhu.

There were three other people not far from the platform. Zhang Xiang was standing at the front, while Huai Xiang and Xue Tu stood on either side.

They were some distance away from the two top-tier cursed spirits.

"Lou Hu." Zhang Xiang looked at Lou Hu and Tuo Gen, who were on high alert, pursed his lips, and called out to Lou Hu.

He led his brothers around and headed towards the ground-level staircase leading to the next floor. "We'll go somewhere else first."

Upon hearing this, Lou Hu turned around and looked at the three brothers with whom he had never gotten along, and snorted coldly.

"Just don't run away on your own."

Zhang Xiang didn't say much and left with his brothers.

After climbing a few steps and coming out of Louhu's sight, Bloodstained, with his huge mouth agape, chuckled and approached the swollen-faced man.

"Big brother, where are we going?"

"Find that Yuujin Itadori that Bad Guy mentioned before." The shrewd man was silent for a moment. "If he really is our brother, then we have to help him."

The villain turned to look at him from the side, and the three brothers' footsteps overlapped in the empty stairwell.

"Big brother, helping him means we have to go to war with those cursed spirits," Xue Tu said, looking at the swollen face.

He didn't have a good impression of Hisahito Itadori, the one who had hit him so hard.

"It's alright, we brothers are one," Zhang Xiang said with a slight smile.

“We brothers are one.” Bad Guy repeated what his eldest brother had always told them. “Then, eldest brother, do you know where he is?”

"do not know."

The man with the bad face paused for a moment: "So how do you plan to find it?"

"Keep searching until you find it."

"...As long as you're happy, big brother."

The villain shrugged helplessly. If the eldest brother decided to do it this way, the younger brothers would just follow suit.

In any case, they weren't very interested in those people's long, complicated, but seemingly unreliable plans.

They joined because the conditions offered sounded good, and the world after the plan succeeded would be more suitable for their kind of half-human, half-cursed spirit existence.

But they don't have any survival pressure, they don't need to eat, they are not bound by the rules of human society, and they only need enough magical power.

With his hands behind his head, he breathed on the ceiling of the stairwell and said with a smile.

"So, does that mean this can be considered a spring outing?"

It would be quite pleasant for the brothers to stroll around Tokyo together and then have a couple of fights to warm up.

“Brother.” Xue Tu turned his head, his mouth splitting into a wide grin, and earnestly corrected him, “Shouldn’t this season be considered an autumn outing?”

"It seems so, let's treat it as an autumn outing then."

"Great!"

The three brothers chatted as they walked toward the outer part of the tent.

Based on his elder brother's judgment, Itadori Hisahito will definitely start from the outer perimeter after entering.

The other two had no objections.

Chapter 103 Preparations

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.

In the operations room of this high school, Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair.

He crossed his arms and placed them on his lap, with an eye mask on his face, and was resting with his eyes closed.

On the table in front of me lay half a bag of cookies and a drink that I had only taken a few sips of.

People around were repeatedly checking the communication channels and barrier monitoring data, and footsteps echoed from one end of the corridor to the other.

He heard all of this, and then, the moment the tent rose, he felt the fluctuation and opened his eyes.

Has he finally arrived? Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long.

He finished the drink on the table in one gulp, then stood up, stretched his arms back, and moved his body around.

Leyan Temple, sitting in the center of the operations room, saw him stand up and said seriously, "Is it time to begin?"

“That’s right.” Gojo Satoru shook his neck one last time, making a series of cracking sounds. “The tent has been unfolded.”

Great, I've done my physical activity, time to go see my old friends.

Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, and the cold wind from the corridor rushed in, causing his collar to flip up to one side. "I'll go first. You guys take care of the rest of the work."

He glanced behind him; the people in the operations room were getting busy.

Nocturnal Moth Masamichi stood in front of the main control panel, his hands supporting him on the countertop, his back to the door.

Gojo Satoru smiled and flew out the door.

Moth gazed intently at his departing figure, then stared at the control panel screen in front of her for a moment.

The power monitoring values ​​representing different areas of Shibuya are turning red one by one.

He took a deep breath, turned around, faced everyone in the operations room, and waved his hand, "Everyone, wartime alert! Use the communications facilities to notify all combat personnel!"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the operations room stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"Yes!"

His response came from a dozen or so people who stood up in front of the control consoles in each row.

Among them are original staff members from the vocational college, as well as people temporarily transferred from branches in various places in the past few days.

They ranged in age from their early twenties to their forties, their faces serious, bearing a sense of responsibility and mission.

Moth swept his gaze across the faces of the crowd, and a different feeling welled up inside him as he looked at them.

This is the kind of united sorcery community he wanted to see, not those rotten oranges giving blind orders and leading to self-destruction.

With everything prepared, everyone looked at the commander-in-chief, and no one spoke.

The moth raised its right hand and waved it forward.

"Let's begin."

At the command, the operations room erupted in noise: the sound of chairs being pushed aside, the beeping of walkie-talkies switching channels, and the rapid footsteps on the concrete floor all rang out simultaneously.

"Communications team, test the communication pods one last time. Logistics team, move out now to the pre-positioned supply depot outside the tent. Medical team, go with the logistics team, complete all deployments within thirty minutes!"

"Communication team received. Communication dummy vehicle is in position and will depart in five minutes."

"The logistics team has loaded the supplies onto the trucks and is now heading to the tent to wait."

"Medical team received, convoy to start."

"Notify all combat personnel that they are about to enter the fray."

"understand!"

Footsteps echoed like drums in the corridor, and the doors to each room opened and closed repeatedly as department heads emerged from their preparation rooms and joined the flow of people.

......

Inside the communications team's operations room, all team members stood in front of their workstations.

The room was small, with two rows of devices against the wall flashing green and yellow indicator lights.

A map of Shibuya was displayed on the projection screen in the center, with a dark circular area that was constantly expanding around the edge of the map, next to which was a real-time updated value of the curse power.

In the corner were several wooden crates, each about half a person's height, with black numbers sprayed on them.

"Captain, the communication golems have been debugged. All thirty-six in each group have passed the test!"

The deputy leader of the communications team straightened up from the pile of equipment, holding a palm-sized metal ball in his hands, and reported loudly.

"Okay, very spirited!"

The team leader patted the vice-captain on the shoulder, then turned around to face all the team members.

He looked at the people in front of him, some old, some young, some calm, some nervous, but everyone was looking at him.

He took a deep breath, then spoke loudly and forcefully: "All members! Listen up!"

The room quieted down, and he took two steps forward, standing to the side of the projection screen.

The dark circle on the projection screen was very noticeable.

"This is a daunting task; the future of humanity depends on this war!"

"Those damned cursed spirits actually want to replace us humans! If they win this time, humanity's future will be over!"

"I'm not exaggerating! Your mission today will determine whether every sorcerer who is fighting desperately in the tent can come out alive."

He patted the black area on the projection screen. "They need communication, they need to know the location of their teammates, they need to know which areas have been cleared and which areas still have enemies. It all depends on us!"

He stopped, his gaze sweeping from the first row to the last, and everyone's expression became solemn.

"We are not combatants, but we must make all other preparations for them!"

"Yes!"

"The sound is too soft, I can't hear it!"

"Yes!!!"

The chorus of responses echoed in the room, drowning out the hum of the equipment and the constant footsteps coming from the corridor.

The captain smiled and waved his hand: "Everyone, move out!"

With a roar, one car after another sped along, engines blaring.

The communications team's special vehicle drove out of the college's underground parking garage, exited the college's main gate, and left a red trail of light in the night.

The vehicle contained a communication puppet that Yukichi had prepared in advance. It was small in size, but it could ensure that there were no abnormalities in the communication within the account.

Their task was to circle around the Shibuya tent and deploy the communication golems from all directions outside the tent.

Each communication golem is an independent signal node, capable of maintaining uninterrupted spell communication within the tent.