Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

However, when facing a sorcerer, it's like rotten wood meeting heavenly fire.

Even a random level 3 sorcerer could easily take on multiple opponents.

Therefore, the most precious treasure of the plague was the thirteen figures beside him.

They are all Kabane transformed by sorcerers.

They stood quietly in a row, like soldiers awaiting inspection.

Unlike ordinary Kabane, their appearance is almost unchanged, the only special feature being the blue light pulsating on their chests.

The plague put down its wine glass, stood up, and walked toward them with a calm and graceful gait.

"Good evening, everyone," he greeted softly, as if attending a salon.

No one responded, and of course no one would respond.

The plague ignored them and began to admire their own works one by one.

These are mostly independent sorcerers in the world of sorcery, not affiliated with any faction. Their levels are generally between level three and four.

The reason they were chosen to be converted into Kabane, rather than those who had joined the organization with greater strength, was because they were the ones chosen.

It's because of two words:

"cautious!"

This is what the plague considers its greatest strength.

He never confronts others head-on, and he never fights a battle he's not confident of winning.

Upon seeing a sorcerer stronger than oneself, the first reaction is always to run away. Running away is not shameful; survival is what matters.

In addition to that, he has another characteristic.

Extremely averse to their own kind.

Those low-IQ cursed spirits act only on instinct, their minds filled with nothing but killing and eating. What right do they have to be considered part of the same species as him?

Their very existence is an insult to him.

And what about those intelligent, top-tier cursed spirits?

Even more annoying.

Because they would threaten him.

In short, he felt that no cursed spirit in the world was worth existing except for himself.

He turned around, walked back to the armchair, sat down, and picked up his wine glass again.

As your gaze travels through the layers of tunnels, it's as if you can see the city of two hundred thousand people overhead.

The plague was planned to start in the slums on the outskirts of the city, where people were going missing and the police were too lazy to even file a case.

Then it spreads outwards, silently like a virus.

By the time the world noticed the anomaly, the city had already become his lair...

In a remote mountain area on the outskirts of Tokyo

Louhu didn't know how long she had been walking.

He was born from the lava underground, and the moment he opened his eyes, his mind was filled with knowledge of this world.

Humans, sorcerers, curses, and that omnipresent aura that he instinctively loathed.

But he didn't rush to deal with the humans.

Because he sensed something else. An aura very similar to his own.

Louhu leaned on the cane he had picked up from somewhere, his one eye fixed on the forest ahead.

His head was crater-shaped, and his skin was rough like solidified lava, but his expression was unusually calm.

"It's just ahead."

He walked through the woods, his footprints scorched black by the intense heat.

The further you go in, the more pronounced the breath of the forest becomes.

Louhu stopped in an open space. There was nothing in the center except for a patch of wild grass.

But Louhu knew that the source of that aura was right here.

It is not yet formed; it is still in the gestation stage.

He sat cross-legged, his cane resting on his knees.

"Then we'll wait."

Sunrise and sunset, three days passed.

On the fourth day at dusk, the energy in the center of the open space suddenly surged.

The ground cracked open, and countless vines poured out from the cracks, intertwining, growing, and weaving into a human shape.

A body covered in leaves, eyes entwined with branches.

Hanamichi was born...

Tokyo, the skull of the corpse

A full day has passed since that rooftop battle.

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 world of sorcery is currently in turmoil, with many powerful figures emerging and undercurrents surging.

She had long coveted Xia Youjie's body, but had never been able to find a suitable opportunity to make a move.

She originally had enough patience to wait, but last night's accident had worn down her patience considerably.

She suddenly didn't want to wait any longer.

Since the opportunity presented by heaven won't come, then we'll go and get it ourselves.

A thousand years of accumulation culminates in this moment!

"Okita Souji, it's time for you to see the light of day again." (This is a phrase used in Chinese, implying a sense of impending doom or loss.)

Before them was a peculiar container, within which a human-shaped silhouette could be vaguely seen.

Okita Souji, captain of the first division of the Shinsengumi during the late Edo period, was the top master of the Tennen Rishin-ryu school of martial arts. He surpassed his master, Kondo Isami, at the young age of twenty and was known as the Heavenly Sword of the Bakumatsu period.

He died of tuberculosis at the age of 26, but in his short life, he killed countless curse masters and cursed spirits.

His innate technique was called the Demon Binding and Slaying Technique, and he possessed the level of a top-tier sorcerer while he was alive.

Liao Ba Chai  Huan Chan  Ji Sheng �

Her true form, the brain with teeth, slowly detached from Kaori Itadori's body.

The brain hovered in mid-air, wriggled for a moment, and then extended a thin, flesh-colored tentacle that pierced into Okita Souji's skull.

Chapter 43 Gojo Satoru's Great Gift

The morning sunlight shone on the ancient school buildings of the Magic Academy, where Yuuto stood with Sora in front of the main gate.

Qiong was wearing her newly issued college uniform, her long silver hair tied into twin ponytails, and her red eyes looked around at the unfamiliar environment.

With a height of 152 cm and a delicate face, she looks two years younger than her actual age.

"Let's go." Yuuto ruffled her hair.

Qiong tugged at his sleeve and obediently followed behind.

Masamichi Yagami personally received him in his office. The formalities were completed quickly, after all, he was someone Gojo Satoru had spoken to on his behalf.

As she was leaving, Moth showed a rare smile: "The Void Affinity Technique is a very rare technique. Develop it well."

Qiong nodded without saying anything.

After completing the formalities, Yuuto was pulled by Gojo Satoru to the school's coffee shop.

The decor was in the traditional style, with wooden tables and chairs. Gojo Satoru plopped down and ordered three desserts and a drink.

While inwardly marveling at how much this guy really liked desserts, Yuuto ordered a cup of black coffee from the waiter.

Gojo Satoru, biting his straw, joked, "Your sister is quite cute. She's just too clingy to you."

Yuuto smiled but didn't reply.

The sun was shining brightly, and since there were already few students at the college, the coffee shop was even less crowded.

There were only two customers in the entire coffee shop: Yuuto and Gojo Satoru.

The two talked about many things, but mainly about Xia Youjie.

Wu Tiao is like a pervert on the train, constantly asking Xia Youjie about things, sometimes asking the same question two or three times.

After a long while, they finally chose to stop asking questions, still feeling unsatisfied.

Yuuto looked at Gojo Satoru, and after carefully preparing his words, he said to him, "Satoru, there's something I need to tell you."

"Speak." Gojo Satoru didn't even look up, focusing on the cake in front of him.

"My technique, 'My Mind is My Principle,' has made another breakthrough." It's time to bring out the technique I created and explain my abilities once again.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru stopped moving and then looked up at him.

Yu Ren raised his hand, and a ray of lightning shot out from his palm.

The blue-white electric light was more solid than before, and tiny arcs of electricity could be faintly seen dancing on the fingertips.

"I convinced myself that it was only a matter of time before Raiden was upgraded."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lightning suddenly surged.

Gojo Satoru was so shocked that he forgot about Yuuto.

Is this the Mind-Control Technique?

So powerful, so terrifying?

Become stronger through imagination.