Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Author: Want to Leave but Don't Want to Leave

Synopsis: [Female protagonist with superhuman abilities + semi-invincible + happy ending with resolution of regrets + exhilarating battles]

Duanmu Yan is a humble person who always answers other people's questions with gentle manners and likes to help weak cursed spirits return home at night...　

"Does a cursed spirit deserve to die?"

Duanmu Yan: "Nonsense, if you don't die, am I the one who should?"

Why won't you let us go?

Duanmu Yan: "Let you go? Don't make me laugh. Even if you beg me, I won't let you go."

Louhu had fought him twice.

"So he's a top-tier mage? Looks like we can have some fun now."

"Are you kidding me? You want me to stop Duanmu Yan? Everyone knows he's a cursed spirit killing machine! His methods are extremely cruel!!"

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The introduction is insufficient; please read the main text.

Chapter 1: Transmigrating to a World of Spells, I Choose Nava as My Starting Point

(Dear readers, what kind of woman do you like?)

1. Cute and adorable loli

2. A lively and cheerful JK (high school girl)

3. A mature and generous confidante

4. To carry on the legacy of Prime Minister Cao

5. (Additions are welcome.)

"Why, why is it that only humans cannot be slaughtered and eaten?"

Duanmu Yan, who was scrolling through videos, frowned sharply when he saw this sentence.

The video features the recently popular anime, Darwin's Incident.

"What kind of Sima bastard is this? How dare a monstrous human-animal hybrid utter such words?"

"Damn, this author is a genius, creating such a genius work. It's undoubtedly a piece of garbage!"

Duanmu Yan stood up abruptly.

"I heard there's an even more outrageous plot twist coming up. I really admire those people; how do they even eat that?"

"Fine, I've made you hungry from all the scolding. I'll go out and buy some instant noodles."

As soon as he stepped outside, a beam of light blinded him, and then he was uncontrollably flung to the side.

He then saw the true nature of the white light; it turned out to be a large red truck.

Why is there a "Great Fortune" sign posted in front of my house?

……

The night rain in Tokyo was cold and dense, like countless needles pricking down.

The alley was so narrow and cramped that the three of them could barely walk side by side. The streetlights shone weakly, casting long, twisting shadows on the wet stone pavement.

A young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old was running frantically, not watching where he was going, and he slipped and fell on the muddy road.

He braced himself on the ground, his hands covered in mud and water mixed with some indescribable filth.

He couldn't control himself, so he used both hands and feet to struggle forward two steps, managed to stand up again, and continued running.

My lungs felt like a broken bellows, burning hot. Every breath I took had a metallic taste, and my wheezing echoed loudly in the empty alley.

Behind me was nothing but empty space, with only the rain falling incessantly.

But the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, and his skin was taut.

This feeling is like when you were a child and the living room lights were turned off, you would run desperately to the bedroom, always feeling like something would reach out from the darkness and grab your feet.

Back then he was just scared, but now he knows that something is really chasing him.

Three minutes ago, Duanmu Yan opened his eyes in this godforsaken place.

Standing in a living room lit with warm yellow light, the sound of rain pattering outside the window.

A man and a woman, who looked quite kind, were smiling at him.

But soon, the two of them went limp and collapsed on the ground in an awkward position that was creepy.

He couldn't see what was moving; it was like the air itself was moving.

Then he started running. His body moved on its own, and by the time his brain caught up, he was already in the alley, running so hard his lungs felt like they were going to explode.

Rainwater streamed down my hair and neck, seeped into my collar, and slid down my spine in a cool, refreshing way.

He suddenly turned his head and glanced behind him.

Under the dim yellow light, only fine rain threads could be seen, intertwining obliquely.

"Hold."

What on earth is this? I just transmigrated here, I don't even know what this body is called, and I'm going to die like this without any explanation?

His stomach churned violently, and acid rushed to his throat. Duanmu Yan gritted his teeth and forced it back down, his mouth filled with bitterness.

Now is not the time to be disgusted.

He could still feel it.

Not only were his hairs standing on end, but a chill seeped from his very bones, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

Pain is not a dream.

Something else got mixed in with the sound of rain.

Sizzle... Sizzle...

It felt like fingernails scraping glass, or like something wet licking against the wall.

The sound drifted, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, becoming clearer and clearer.

He understood instantly.

Damn it, that bastard is messing with him.

It's like a cat playing with a mouse; it's not in a hurry to kill it, but enjoys watching its prey panic and run away.

On what grounds?!

The thought had barely formed when a surge of anger welled up inside, dispelling some of the fear.

But my legs were so weak they wouldn't obey me, as if they were filled with lead, and my lungs felt like they were stuffed with sandpaper, each breath scraping painfully.

He was too exhausted to run any further, so he bent over, braced his hands on his knees, opened his mouth wide to inhale, and made a hoarse sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat.

Am I going to die?

Having just transmigrated here, how could I die such a miserable death in a dark alley?

I didn't even get a hot meal...

Suddenly, everything became bright.

A pale blue, semi-transparent screen popped up without warning, suspended in the misty rain. Raindrops passed through it without leaving a trace.

He closed his eyes, shook his head, and then opened them again.

The screen was still there, emitting a faint glow.

It's not a hallucination.

In the upper left corner of the screen, a few lines of text popped up:

[Host detected to be near death, system activated in emergency]

system?

He stared, stunned, at those two words. Then another line of text appeared:

[Match complete. Host constitution is compatible with the following templates:]

Below are three options arranged side-by-side, each with a brief explanation:

[1. Li Xinnan - Summoner of the Flame Dragon Armor]

A pianist with the bloodline of fire, he is introverted and calm, with a high degree of compatibility with the armor. His fighting style is composed, and he is good at controlling the rhythm.

Weaknesses: Too introverted and indecisive, prone to internal conflict when faced with problems.

[2. Li Haotian - Summoner of Xingtian Armor]

Possesses powerful willpower, capable of upgrading armor; has a strong sense of responsibility; and knows how to comfort people.

Weaknesses: Too mild-mannered and patient, even somewhat weak, lacking decisiveness in crucial moments.

[3. Duanmu Yan - Summoner of Nawa Armor]

The son of a detective, he is calm and decisive, with exceptional observational skills and combat intuition. His fighting style is fierce and direct, and he is adept at finding weaknesses. He is affectionately known by his enemies as "Oxer Killer".

Weaknesses: A bit arrogant, stubborn, and occasionally doesn't listen to advice.

A line of small text flashes at the bottom: [Please Select]

Behind me, the sizzling sound grew closer, and I could almost imagine the sensation of a wet, sticky body rubbing against the wall, and a gust of wind carrying a fishy smell swept across the back of my neck.

His eyes quickly scanned the three options.

Although he liked all three of the armored male protagonists, he didn't like the personalities of the first two, so he rejected them outright.

Duanmu Yan, clad in armor, is described as "calm and decisive," "fierce and direct in her fighting style," and "skilled at finding weaknesses"...

And then there's that last name—Oxser Killer.