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

Duanmu Yan picked up the seal on the table without changing his expression: "I walked too long at the beach with Riko last night and twisted my ankle."

Xia Youjie raised one eyebrow, said nothing, and his expression was exactly the same as Yi Dizhi's.

He closed the door, leaving Duanmu Yan alone behind his desk. He slammed the seal onto the document with a force that finally regained some of the decisiveness expected of a chairman.

"That despicable fish, with its wicked reputation, is a traitor! It's outrageous! It's like a treacherous scoundrel!"

Chapter 171 Yigu Youtai

One day in October 2009, Duanmu Yan put down the documents in his hand.

In the past two months, the six little ones have successfully entered a private elementary school in the suburbs of Tokyo. As the resident counselor sent by the Federation, Haibara takes them to and from school every day and has become the most popular big brother in the whole school.

Megumi learned to hide her dog from people, Maki learned to control her strength in PE class, and Nanako and Mimiko gradually stopped getting angry at strangers.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

The world of sorcery has gradually gotten back on track. The assistant supervisors at the Federation's dispatch center no longer need to cater to the whims of different factions, and the efficiency of allocating tasks to sorcerers below level one has increased by a full 40% compared to the era of the Elders' Council.

Although the three major families still have some minor conflicts from time to time, with three family heads sitting in the upper echelons of the Federation, none of them can cause any major trouble.

What surprised him most was Xia Youjie. Since he no longer had to take care of his child all day, this stay-at-home dad would occasionally come to the office to help with stamping documents.

Every time he comes, he brings his new cat, with pure white fur and a pair of custom-made mini sunglasses around its neck, sitting proudly next to the pile of documents.

When Gojo Satoru first saw this cat, he immediately bristled and pointed at Jetsu's nose, accusing him of plagiarizing his portrait rights.

Then the following week he brought home a gray shorthair cat with a neatly trimmed fringe on its head, and he told everyone that he had chosen it based on Jay's appearance.

When the two cats met in the office, they hissed at each other, and their two owners argued with each other, creating a chaotic scene.

Duanmu Yan stood by watching this farce, and for a moment the thought of raising something flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

Jay found a cat that resembled Satoru, and Satoru found a cat that resembled Jay. So, whose cat should he find? He can't possibly find one that resembles Riko, and he certainly can't find one that resembles himself—that would be too strange.

So he gave up the idea of ​​getting a pet and chose to go on vacation with Riko.

The sweet few weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

On a sunny morning, Duanmu Yan was hunched over his desk reviewing the weekly reports on the activities of the Cursed Spirits from various regions when Yi Dizhi knocked on the door and strode in carrying a document.

His expression was more solemn than usual. He placed the file on the table, pushed up his glasses, and said with a hint of relief in his voice, "Chairman, the student you mentioned named Yuta Otsukoshi has finally been found."

Duanmu Yan stood up from his office chair, grabbed the coat draped over the back of the chair and slung it over his shoulder with a swift and decisive motion, showing no trace of the languid, aching back he had displayed while hunched over the desk stamping documents.

As Ichiji was carrying a stack of newly organized documents and about to walk inside, he saw his chairman's posture, paused, and his eyes behind his glasses immediately narrowed alertly.

"Chairman, are you leaving? These documents haven't been processed yet. There are two more reports this afternoon regarding unusual activities of cursed spirits in the Kyushu region that require your personal review."

Duanmu Yan strode up to him, patted Yidizhi's shoulders heavily with both hands, and then gave him a thumbs up: "Yidizhi, I'm counting on you, because you are the person I trust the most."

It was as if a switch had been flipped, and Ijichi's eyes instantly reddened.

He quickly wiped his eyes with one hand. "Yes! I won't let you down, Chairman!"

Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind of emerald green swept out of the office window. Duanmu Yan transformed into Tuonado, his figure drawing an arc in mid-air as he sped off towards the Guandong region.

He looked down at the city skyline rushing past below, and a faint sense of guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.

Is it a bit unfair to entrust someone with your trust in Ichiji by asking them to help with documents?

However, after only a moment's thought, he packed up the problem and the guilt and threw them to the back of his mind.

Never mind, it's harmless.

As he flew, he flipped through the report again. "Yota Ekiku, seven years old, is currently hospitalized in a hospital in the Kanto region due to illness. His guardian is not around for a long time, and his medical and living expenses are paid through regular bank transfers."

He closed the folder, his gaze piercing through the clouds to the distant, gray-white cityscape. "The future God of Pure Love, huh? Then let me meet you."

……

In a hospital in the Kanto region, the corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Yuta Etsukotsu had just finished receiving an IV drip. He held a cane that was taller than him in one hand and used the other hand to support himself against the wall of the corridor as he slowly moved along the corridor.

The hospital gown looked unusually large on him; even with the cuffs rolled up several times, it still slipped down.

He was an introverted person by nature, and his family didn't care much about him. They quickly paid the medical bills, left some living expenses, and then rarely showed up again.

While children his age were chasing and playing on the playground, he could only stay alone in his hospital room, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

Fortunately, I recently met a little girl who lives on the same floor. The two girls, who are about the same age, chat occasionally, so I'm not too lonely.

As he was walking, his vision suddenly darkened, and a figure appeared in front of him, blocking the sunlight streaming in through the window.

Yuta looked up and saw a young man leaning down, speaking to him in a deep, magnetic voice, his tone friendly and gentle: "Young man, would you like to get to know each other?"

Yuta instinctively took half a step back: "Eh?!"

Duanmu Yan recognized him at a glance in the crowd.

It's not because I still remember what he looks like. To be honest, it's been three or four years since I transmigrated here, and the details of those characters that only exist in my memory have long since become blurry.

The ability to pinpoint this child was purely due to that extraordinary magical power.

Whose seven-year-old child has the same total magical power as Gojo Satoru, who has already been promoted to Special Grade?

It should be noted that Jay's total magical power is only three times that of Enlightenment, and even as the Son of Heaven and Earth, he himself is only at the level of ten times Enlightenment.

Moreover, this child has an extremely special constitution, storing such a huge amount of magical power within his body without leaking out in the slightest.

Only a few top-level spellcasters like them can control their spell power to this extent. Even top-level spellcasters like Zhang Xiang cannot completely hide the fluctuations of spell power within their bodies.

In other words, unless they encounter a sorcerer of the same level, no one will notice that this child is special. No wonder the sorcerer world only noticed it when Rika went berserk in the original work.

He looked at the thin, small boy in front of him, who had a wary expression, and mentally gave him a single assessment.

"What a promising talent."

Yigu Youtai gripped his cane, looking the strange adult who had suddenly appeared up and down.

If a stranger suddenly strikes up a conversation, your intuition tells you it's not a good thing.

But for some reason, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this stranger.

Chapter 172 Nature's Blessing

After unlocking Yatalis, Duanmu Yan gained an aura of being blessed by nature.

This aura is very subtle. As long as it is not an entity that actively harbors hostility towards it, no living being will feel any ill will towards it, including cursed spirits.

He himself comes with a passive aura that maximizes intimacy.

In other words, kidnapping children would be incredibly easy for him.

Yi Gu You Tai looked up and sized up the strange man in front of him.

His instincts told him that if a stranger struck up a conversation with him, he should immediately run away and find a nurse.

But the warmth emanating from the person in front of him was like a quilt that had been sun-dried in winter, making it impossible for him to equate this person with a bad person.

"who are you?"

Duanmu Yan smiled and said softly, "Just a stranger passing by."

A normal child would have run away long ago with that kind of answer.

But Yi Gu You Tai was no ordinary child. He tilted his head and looked at him for a few more seconds, and then actually started leading the way until they stopped in front of his own ward. Only then did he suddenly come to his senses.

He stared at his hand resting on the doorknob, his mind buzzing.

Good heavens, he actually brought a complete stranger to the door of his and another little girl's hospital room.

He turned his head stiffly, but it was too late to turn back now.

The door was gently pushed open. The ward was quiet, the curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight cast a soft halo on the white sheets.

On another hospital bed sat a little girl with long black hair draped over her shoulders. When she heard the door open, she turned her head and revealed a bright and innocent smile.

"Welcome back, Yuta!"

"Yes. Rika, I'm back." Yuta carefully moved the IV stand to the bedside, then turned to look at the door, tilting his head slightly. "And this is..."

He didn't know the stranger's name.

The aunt didn't know this person's name, but she brought him to the ward!

Duanmu Yan walked into the ward unhurriedly, casually closed the door, and magically produced a fruit basket and a carton of milk from behind his back, placing them steadily on the bedside table.

"Just call me brother. I didn't come to see you empty-handed."

His gaze lingered briefly on Rika's face before quickly shifting away.

She was indeed a very beautiful little girl. Her innate beauty made even her peers want to get close to her. No wonder some adults in the original story were bewitched by the curse.

He looked away, reached into the fruit basket, picked out the reddest apple, and handed it to Yuta.

Yi Guyou stared at the red apple offered to him, but did not reach out to take it.

Duanmu Yan withdrew his hand and patted his forehead. "That's right. It's best not to take things from strangers without permission."

He tossed the apple gently into the air and then snapped his fingers.

The apple stopped in mid-air, and the peel began to peel off automatically from the top, spiraling down in circles. The peeled flesh was divided into three parts by an invisible force, and flew neatly in three directions.

Duanmu Yan took a piece, took a bite, looked at the two stunned children, and asked vaguely, "Why aren't you eating?"

Yuta Otsukoku stared with his mouth agape, as did Rika, both of them staring blankly at the piece of apple flesh floating in mid-air before them.

Is this magic or a trick? No, no, even magic can't make an apple peel itself and fly to someone's face and stay there motionless.

“This is curse power.” Duanmu Yan swallowed the apple in his mouth and wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"A power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, not magic, but something that truly exists."

He leaned against the windowsill and began explaining in the simplest terms what magical power is, what magical spirits are, what a sorcerer is, and why ordinary people can't see these things...

He explained it simply, only covering the most basic framework.

After listening, Yuta remained silent for a long while, then raised his eyes and looked at him seriously with his dark eyes: "You're telling us so much because we have this talent?"

Duanmu Yan looked at the seven-year-old child and nodded. "To be precise, it's you. Your talent ranks among the top four of everyone I've ever seen."

Rika lowered her head on the hospital bed, her fingers curling gently on the sheets, but she quickly raised her head again, looking at Yuta's profile, the disappointment in her eyes replaced by pride.

Yuta truly lives up to her reputation as someone she approves of; her judgment has never been wrong.