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

He then looked around and, finding nothing amiss, concluded that the area should be safe.

But the people who were here before kept running underground. Was something chasing them?

His heart sank, and he wondered what the situation was like underground.

Itachi took a deep breath, walked to the entrance of the subway, and looked down into the darkness.

"Are you scared?" Kokichi's voice came through.

"No." Itachi shook his head, his eyes resolute as he walked down the aisle.

Chapter 105 Locust GUY

Huzhang walked into the basement, where the lights were broken for some reason, plunging him into darkness.

Itachi walked cautiously in the darkness, strengthening his entire body with magical power to guard against any possible attack.

He walked cautiously for ten minutes, but hadn't even reached halfway down the basement level.

Kokichi's voice rang out again: "What are you doing? There are no cursed spirits on this floor."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Itachi awkwardly withdrew his spell and quickened his pace.

"...Normally everyone would be able to sense it," Yukichi said helplessly. "You should get some special training in your sensory abilities after this."

Huzhang scratched his head, unable to refute.

He quickly went down to the second basement level, where the lighting had been restored.

Tiger Rod breathed a sigh of relief; at least he didn't have to channel his magical power into his eyes to enhance his vision.

But he hadn't walked two steps when he saw the thing not far away.

Right there on the stairs on the second basement level, squatted a four-armed, locust-shaped cursed spirit.

Its four hands were each holding a headless human corpse, chewing on its neck.

Sensing the rising energy behind it, it turned around. "Oh? What are you looking at?"

Itachi's eyes turned cold, his hands trembled, and then he clenched his fists.

"You, you... you're a sorcerer, right?" it said, looking at Tiger Rod. "I'm very smart, I saw it right away."

Huzhang took a step forward, and his bones made a cracking sound as he clenched his fist.

“I’m asking you,” Tiger Rod looked at it, “where is a cursed spirit with stitches on its face?”

"There are stitches? W-what are stitches?" Locust Guy was stunned and didn't understand.

"Never mind, it seems you don't know where the real person is." Itachi gave up asking further questions; he needed to exorcise the cursed spirit.

“It’s a real person! I, I know!” Locust Guy pointed down with both hands, his expression strange. “He’s down there, I’m here, this is the protective tent.”

Is it protecting the tent?

Tiger Stick glanced at Locust Guy and saw a very thick nail driven into the ground.

Looks like that's it. I guess I can just destroy it.

"I see." Tiger Rod walked up to it and stopped. "Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome! And let me tell you, humans who transform into real people are really hard to eat!" Locust Guy was delighted, waving his four hands excitedly. "Because I'm smart, that's why I know!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a powerful, murderous punch struck its chest, sending it flying against the wall.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" Locust Guy hissed. "It...it hurts a little."

"He's still alive." Itadori was a little surprised, but quickly recovered. "Then I'll continue."

Before it could get up, Tiger Rod charged forward and struck its face with his left fist, which was imbued with magical power.

The locust boy tilted its head to dodge, but when it dodged the left punch, its right side was left unguarded.

And Itsuji's right fist had already arrived.

The punch landed right next to its temple, causing the locust's head to tilt to the left and it to roll half a circle on the ground.

It used all four arms to push off the ground and bounced up, taking several steps back and leaving several white marks on the square's paving stones from the barbs.

"Wait, wait a minute!" It raised an arm, which was still trembling.

"You, you fouled!" Locust Guy pointed at his fist, "You actually stole, you sneaked in!"

Tiger Rod snorted coldly. What's the point of talking about benevolence and morality when facing a man-eating cursed spirit?

He killed him, so hurry up and do it!

The locust boy blinked twice each of his small eyes.

"Then, then I'll change, change my tactics. I'm smart, I can adjust on the spot."

Upon hearing its words, Tiger Stick became cautious. How was it going to change tactics? Or rather, what tactics would a locust have?

The locust-guy contracted its body, then suddenly stretched it out again, leaping out like a real locust.

However, it did not attack head-on. Instead, it bounced onto the lamppost to the left of the tiger stick, hooked onto the lamppost and spun half a circle before bouncing towards the tiger stick's back.

The locust was secretly pleased with itself. This was a tactic it had spent hours devising. How about that? Wasn't it quite unexpected?

But only it thinks so.

Tiger Stick's eyes followed the locust guy's movements, and as it pounced on him, he suddenly twisted his body and delivered a powerful punch.

His punch was now a level heavier than before, this time imbued with even more magical power.

"boom!"

Tiger Staff's fist passed through the gap between its arms and smashed into its face.

Before it could even scream, Tiger Stick grabbed its arm and slammed it hard to the ground.

"boom!!!"

Another muffled thud!

After the locust boy's body hit the ground, it bounced into the air, flipped backward, and crashed heavily onto the floor tiles.

After a long while, Locust Guy finally propped himself up with his four arms and took a few breaths.

"Ouch, it hurts so much... But," it blinked again, "I, I've discovered it, you, you fight with your fists."

"Huh? Isn't this obvious at a glance?" Hadji sincerely admired the locust's vitality, even though he didn't understand what that sentence meant.

"No, no." Locust Guy stretched his neck and stammered, "I, I mean, your fighting style has been, has been seen through by me. Next, next step. I, I can predict it."

Tiger Stick walked up to it, but this time he didn't hit it.

He stood with his head down, looking at its upturned half-face.

Do you think you're very smart?

"Of course!"

Itachi was silent for two seconds. "You're not smart at all. In fact, you're so stupid that I want to laugh."

Locust Guy's mouth moved slightly, and his four arms trembled slightly, as if he was about to get angry.

"Since you ate people, you should be mentally prepared."

Haddock didn't intend to say anything more and interrupted it with its fist.

"boom!!!!"

A final loud bang was heard, and then the entire second basement level fell silent.

Locust Guy died completely from Itadori's furious punch.

The metal lampshade of the light fixture vibrated slightly, emitting a faint metallic hum.

Haddō stood for a while beside the gradually dissipating remnants of the cursed power, wiped his hands on his pants, and walked over.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, sighed softly, and then stomped on the nail next to him.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out, but the curtain had not yet been removed.

In other words, are there still nails like that?

Huzhang nodded and continued walking down.

On the communication channel, Kokichi's voice came through several seconds later.

"Hodgkin, how are things on your end?"

"The second layer is finished."

"Enemies?"

"Level one has been exorcised. I will continue to move down the line. The debt has not yet been lifted."

"receive."

Just as Itajō was about to say something more, a message that silenced everyone came through the communication channel before he could even open his mouth.

"Attention all personnel, Gojo Satoru's spell power coordinates have disappeared from the monitoring panel, confirming that he has been sealed."

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Chapter 106 The Three of Them

Exit 13 of Shibuya Station.

Mashiro passed through the tent wall, and a cold wind blew out from inside the station, carrying an indescribable fishy smell.

The light inside the tent was dimmer than outside, giving it a strange sense of oppression.