Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Chapter 108 Real Person

Shinjuku, 3 a.m.

The neon lights of Kabukicho were still flashing tirelessly, but the crowds had dispersed, leaving only a few drunkards staggering out of the izakayas.

No one noticed that the darkness deep within the alley was twisting.

A crack suddenly appeared, and a foot stepped onto the wet ground.

Barefoot, with skin so white it was almost translucent.

However, unlike ordinary humans, it was covered with black stitches, extending from its ankles to its face, like a roughly pieced-together doll.

Then, the entire body emerged from the crack, its movements eerie and sending chills down one's spine.

From a distance, he looked no different from an ordinary human. He stood there with his medium-length blue hair hanging down from his shoulders, covering half of his face.

He was wearing a long black robe, the hem of which trailed on the ground.

His heterochromatic eyes, blue on the left and gray on the right, made him look like he stepped out of an anime.

He stared blankly at everything around him, like a newborn baby.

Then he looked down at his hands, turning them over and over, as if familiarizing himself with every joint and every inch of skin on his body.

Immediately afterwards, all sorts of information flooded into his mind.

High-level cursed spirits, especially those of the Calamity level, possess complete intelligence from the moment of their birth.

"I was born from hatred and fear of one another," he murmured to himself, his voice soft and childlike.

"So, my name is Zhenren (real person)."

"I am a true human being!"

The real person tilted their head, and long blue hair slipped down from their shoulder.

He looked up and saw several moths fluttering under the streetlight. He stared at them for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

That smile was clean and pure, like a child seeing the world for the first time after opening their eyes.

Then, the real person slowly walked towards the place where humans were gathered.

Over the next few days, Makoto wandered the streets of Shinjuku like a newborn baby, full of curiosity about everything.

On the first day, he walked into the convenience store, stared at the colorful rice balls on the shelf for a long time, reached out and squeezed them. They were soft and mushy, and the packaging bag made a grating sound.

The next day, he squatted down on the street and watched the ants moving their nest. He reached out and crushed one ant after another, then destroyed the entire anthill and watched the panicked ants scatter in all directions.

"How interesting," he murmured to himself.

But before long, he got tired of playing with ants.

Humans are far more interesting than animals, and by a significant margin.

This is what the real person is thinking at this very moment.

His first attack on a human was in a small alley in Shinjuku 3-chome.

A drunk office worker in a suit stumbled into the alley, squatted down against the wall, and vomited all over the ground.

The real person stood at the alley entrance, tilting their head to look at the man.

He walked over, squatted down, reached out and gently touched the man's shoulder, then gave a strange smile.

Transformation through non-action.

The man's body contorted in an instant, his bones, muscles, and skin feeling as if kneaded by an invisible hand. A few seconds later, the man was no longer human.

His limbs were twisted into a pretzel shape, his head was rotated 180 degrees, and his facial features were rearranged.

Its eyes are on its forehead, its mouth is crooked to the side of its cheek, and its nose has shrunk into a fleshy growth.

The real person stood up, tilted their head, and looked at their "work".

"Not quite satisfied." He frowned. "It needs to look better next time."

He turned and left, disappearing into the depths of the alley.

From then on, the nights in Shinjuku were no longer peaceful.

The real person has no fixed base or pattern of action; like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows of the city, they appear and strike randomly.

Every human who fell into his hands was tortured to extreme pain.

The cruelty of the methods was beyond imagination.

Those he captured were in a living hell, with no desire to live and only wanting to die.

But once transformed, even death becomes a luxury.

Each time, he meticulously observed every detail of the work, recording the reasons for both failures and successes, and then adjusted his techniques in the next experiment. His growth rate was beyond imagination.

To him, humans are nothing more than toys that he can mold at will.

He finds human suffering, fear, and despair amusing.

He has no concept of good or evil, no empathy, and is only curious about who he is and what he can do.

He is pure evil.

Evil born from hatred among humans.

Although the real practitioners are extremely secretive, targeting lone individuals and those living in slums, the efficiency of the sorcery world today is not what it used to be.

After failing to find any clues about the missing persons using conventional methods, the police department reported the matter to the Spellcasting Alliance.

The task was assigned to several level-three sorcerers.

Following the clues, although they didn't find the real person, they discovered the real person's work in an abandoned shopping street in Shibuya.

It was a modified human body, with twisted limbs, a deformed head, and displaced facial features.

Sorcerers can clearly perceive the differences between humans and cursed spirits.

Therefore, they recognized the modified creature as human the moment they saw it.

All of them were newcomers who had only recently awakened their magical powers after the Songjiang Incident, when the world's magical power surged.

At this point, they were completely unable to accept it. Two of them, who were more mentally weak, were already kneeling on the ground vomiting.

The level-three sorcerers slumped in a corner of the abandoned commercial street, their faces ashen.

One of the youngest children, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, vomited up everything in his stomach, and the sour smell filled the air.

The team leader was slightly calmer, but his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably.

He had seen cursed spirits and exorcised many, but he had never seen anything like this before.

To turn a living person into this state and still keep them alive, to let them continue to wail.

"This is not something we can handle."

The team leader forced himself to calm down, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed his superior's contact number according to procedure. He reported the situation and requested a higher-level sorcerer to handle it.

They didn't know what level of cursed spirit it was, but everyone knew that it was beyond their capabilities.

After the incident in Shibuya Ward was reported up the chain of command, and after task assignment, it was ultimately handled by the Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

The task fell to the panda.

When the news arrived, Panda was cleaning a metal part in his dormitory. His round head was slightly lowered, and he was holding the rag in his two paws, moving slowly and deliberately.

Tom lay down at his feet, the cat looking like a pool of liquid melted by the sun, its blue-gray fur spread out on the wooden floor, its tail occasionally flicking.

Jerry squatted on Tom's stomach, holding a piece of cheese in his hand.

The panda put down the rag and picked up its phone. The screen displayed task information.

An abandoned shopping street in Shibuya Ward is suspected to be haunted by a special cursed spirit. The danger level is high, and experienced personnel are needed to handle the situation.

He glanced at the signature and confirmed that the task had indeed been directly assigned by his superiors.

"We've got work to do." Panda put away his phone, looked down at the cat and mouse at his feet, and said in a more serious tone than usual, "Suspected special cursed spirits, not low level."

Tom and Jerry, though they haven't enrolled in college yet.

But he has already reached the same level as a sorcerer, and the level is not low, it is level one.

However, it has many limitations, such as not being able to perform tasks independently.

Their thoughts and state of mind are very unstable, and they need to be accompanied by someone with whom they have a good relationship before they can go out to carry out missions.

In more than 90% of cases, it's the pandas who are in charge of taking care of the animals.

Tom opened his eyes, tilted his head, and then pulled a huge toolbox from behind his back. Opening it, he found it stuffed with hammers, wrenches, anvils, mousetraps, firecrackers, and a rocket pack.

It's like an extradimensional pocket, with infinite space.

The panda sighed, "No need to bring so much. Let's go."

The cat and mouse exchanged a glance, then simultaneously pulled out a small flag from behind their backs that read "OK," and followed the panda, swaying as they went out the door.

Shibuya, an abandoned shopping district.

The panda stood at the alley entrance and saw the modified body through the dim light.

His round face was expressionless, but his claws were clenched. Tom peeked out from behind him, glanced at him, and then silently pulled a white cloth from behind his back and covered his head with it.

Jerry perched on Tom's shoulder and held up a small sign with a crying face drawn on it.

“Let’s go, let’s find him.” Panda strode into the shopping street. Tom and Jerry followed behind him, one pulling a flashlight from behind his back and shining it on the road, the other taking out a piece of cheese from his pocket and munching on it as they walked.

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The real person was squatting behind the window of an abandoned clothing store, with medium-length blue hair hanging down, covering half of their face.

His heterochromatic eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, like two polished glass beads.

He stared at the three figures at the alley entrance—no, to be precise, two figures and a panda.

"Three animals that can walk upright, and they also possess immense magical power..."

The real person tilted their head, their long blue hair slipping down their shoulders, and the corners of their mouth slowly turned up. "This is so interesting."

A real person emerged from behind the shop window, their long black robe swaying gently in the night breeze.

He stood in the middle of the street, tilting his head to look at the panda, a half-smile playing on his lips.