Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Yuuto walked to the principal's office door, knocked, and a steady voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Yuuto pushed open the door, and there sat Masamichi Yagami behind his desk, wearing sunglasses. He was tall and strong, and exuded a calm and composed aura.

On the sofa next to them, a giant panda was engrossed in reading a comic book.

Hearing the door open, the panda looked up, paused for a moment when it saw Yuuto, and then waved its paw:

"Hey, Yuuto, long time no see."

"Panda, what are you saying? I just saw my sister when I brought her to her job interview a while ago."

Yuuto was somewhat helpless in the face of the pandas who didn't have a very clear sense of time.

Then, Yuuto turned his gaze to Yagami Masamichi, cleared his throat, and solemnly spoke:

"Principal Moth, there is an emergency to report."

Masamichi Nobi nodded, made Yuuto a cup of tea, and pointed to the chair in front of him:

"Sit first."

Yuuto took the teacup, sat down, and began to speak:

"This afternoon, I rescued Fushiguro Megumi at a factory on the outskirts of the city."

He got straight to the point, "The mission intelligence said there were several level-three cursed spirits, but in reality, there is a level-two cursed spirit hidden there, which is extremely intelligent."

Upon hearing this, Yae frowned, while Yuuto connected his phone to the computer on the desktop and sent the report to Yae Masamichi.

The moth's expression grew increasingly serious as it looked at the document, and it remained silent for a long time afterward.

Unable to contain its curiosity, the panda approached and, staring at the report on the computer, exclaimed in shock:

"How is it possible to turn humans into infected beings?"

Yuuto said with absolute certainty, "I can confirm that those Kabane were once human."

"The most direct evidence is that they did not disappear directly after death like ordinary cursed spirits, but their bodies were still preserved."

Yuuto paused here, lowering his voice:

"This thing is still in its growth stage. It's only at level two now, but if left unchecked, it could very well evolve into level three."

"You two should both understand the immense disaster that a cursed spirit capable of infinitely transforming humans would cause."

The panda listened, completely bewildered. The moth remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking:

Are you sure this intelligence is accurate?

Yu Ren nodded solemnly.

Moth Masakado took off his sunglasses and rubbed his temples:

"I will immediately notify all teachers and students at the Tokyo campus, instructing them to be on high alert and report any similar monsters immediately, and then send people to hunt them down."

"Furthermore..." At this point, Masamichi Nobi hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"In addition, you should write a detailed report and submit it to the director's office."

Yu Ren sneered, "The General Manager's Department? What good are those useless people?"

Seeing that Yuuto had spoken so bluntly, Masamichi Nobi did not respond.

He'd heard that kind of talk far too many times.

Moreover, Yuuto's words were too blunt, and he didn't know how to respond.

Panda chimed in from the side: "I think Yuuto is right. All those people in the director's department do all day is hold meetings and argue."

Last time we went on a mission, the intelligence was wrong, and we almost got wiped out. The report we submitted didn't even get a ripple.

The moth glared at the panda, who shrank back, but its gaze remained fixed on Yuu-ren.

"Alright, I'll refine the report and submit it. But regardless of the Directorate's reaction, the Tokyo campus needs to be prepared."

Yuuto stood up to leave, saying one last thing before departing:

"That thing ran away. I don't know when it will reappear, but there will definitely be a next time."

If we can't solve it by then, even more people will die.

The moth paused for a moment, then nodded: "Understood."

After leaving Tokyo High School, Yuuto got into his car and prepared to go home.

On the way, Yuuto informed Nishimiya Momo, Miwa Kasumi, and the familiar sorcerers from the Two Days First-Class Sword Hall about the plague.

They should be extremely careful if they encounter such a situation, and if they do not have enough companions with them, it is best to retreat immediately and call for backup.

Finally, he revised the report and sent it to the relevant departments in the director's office.

After doing all this, Yuuto opened the system panel again.

After a systematic evaluation, Yuuto's current combat strength has reached the level of a second-level sorcerer.

But this doesn't even include the cursed spirits controlled by the Spirit Binding and Commanding system, or the various items in the system's inventory.

If the number of cursed spirits controlled by the Spirit Binding Technique is full, plus the system items, even a near-level one sorcerer would not be a match for Yuuto.

He could even provoke a level one sorcerer.

In addition, thanks to his efforts over this period of time, Yuuto paid off all the points he owed yesterday.

This morning we encountered the plague. Although we were unable to resolve it, the Kabane it transformed into provided Yuuto with a huge amount of points, nearly 2000.

Yu Ren doesn't plan to use these points immediately. He intends to save them up until he has 15,000 points, at which point he will upgrade his Thunder Technique to the intermediate level.

In this way, his own combat power should be able to cross the second level and reach the level of a near-first-level sorcerer.

Chapter 33 Hirokazu Hitaka

The morning sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. Qiong nestled in Yuuto's arms, her back pressed against his chest, her legs curled up on the tatami mat.

Yuuto had one arm around her waist and the other was scrolling through his phone. Sora's attention was entirely on the tablet, which was playing an anime that Yuuto couldn't name.

She watched intently, occasionally shifting back to adjust her position and press herself even closer.

At 152cm tall, she fits perfectly in my arms, making me feel like a docile kitten.

As Yu Ren was scrolling through videos, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. His fingers paused, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The image is a passport photo of a man in his early thirties with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat tired look in his eyes. The caption is in bold red font:

[Exclusive] The first trial of the Tokyo residential area murder case is about to begin; the husband was found guilty because of his calm demeanor!

"A calm expression is enough to be a crime? What the hell? Can't they at least have some decency when it comes to headlines?" Yu Ren cursed these unscrupulous marketing accounts in his heart.

He clicked on it out of curiosity. The video was a compilation of news clips with a very fast-paced narration:

"Two weeks ago, a murder occurred in a residential area of ​​Tokyo. 31-year-old Taichi Matsumoto was accused of murdering his wife, Yumi Matsumoto."

"The prosecution alleges that the defendant's unusually calm demeanor after his wife's death, coupled with suspicious circumstances such as the 100 million yen insurance payout, are sufficient grounds for a motive to commit murder..."

"It is understood that there is no physical evidence, no eyewitnesses, and no murder weapon in this case."

"But the prosecution said that a year ago the man had purchased a huge life insurance policy for his wife, and if she died, he would receive about 100 million yen in compensation."

"Furthermore, according to surveillance footage, only Matsumoto Taichi appeared in the corridor of the entire building during the time of the incident."

Yu Ren exited the video and searched for "Matsumoto Taichi". The results were overwhelming, with online public opinion almost unanimously concluding that he was the murderer who killed his wife for insurance money.

"A scumbag who killed his wife didn't shed a single tear when she died."

"A hundred million in insurance money, what else could it be but a motive for murder?"

Amidst the overwhelming barrage of insults, the occasional comment that a conviction cannot be made without witnesses or physical evidence is immediately met with a torrent of abuse.

"Did you get paid to cover for him?"

"What a good dog."

Yu Ren's heart sank—this couple seemed to be his tenants.

He immediately exited the video platform, opened the rental management software, entered Matsumoto Taichi's name, and the information quickly popped up:

Tenant: Yoshikazu Miura

Room number: Room 203, Building 7

Check-in time: one year ago

Note: The room is occupied by a husband and wife, the wife is Matsumoto Yumi, and the daughter is Matsumoto Yui.

It turns out that Matsumoto Taichi was just a name he used in public; his real name was Miura Yoshikazu.

After confirming it, Yuuto quickly recalled the details.

He had met the couple before; the man was a man of few words, and would only nod slightly in greeting when they met.

The woman had a gentle personality; occasionally, when she returned with a shopping basket, she would smile and say to him:

"Hello, landlord."

Their daughter is adorable; she always wears two little pigtails.

Yu Ren remained silent for a few seconds. A perfectly good family of three had collapsed overnight, and now they had to endure an overwhelming barrage of public criticism.

Japanese online discourse has always been rife with bizarre and extreme opinions.

Even more problematic is that Japanese court rulings often follow public opinion rather than considering substantive evidence.

Qiong noticed that something was wrong with Yuuto and turned around to ask in confusion, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Yuuto forced a smile: "It's nothing."

Qiong didn't ask any more questions, but snuggled closer to him, pressed her face against his chest, and continued watching her tablet.

After a while, Qiong suddenly spoke softly, "Brother."

"Ok?"

"I'm going to the vocational college next Monday."

"Yes, I'll personally take you there."