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

Without a word, Louhu swiftly severed the section of hair that Gojo Satoru was holding in his hand, then grabbed her head and ran wildly into the distance.

A small whirlwind swept across the ruins. Gojo Satoru stood in the center of the whirlwind, looking in the direction where the water clock had disappeared, and casually tossed away the useless broken hair in his hand.

Having fought Duanmu Yan many times, he was very familiar with the flow of wind-attribute spell power, and this level of escape trajectory could not be hidden from his eyes at all.

It's not a good time to chase after them now, since there's still one enemy who hasn't shown up yet. If something happens to Maki and Ame during this opportunity, that guy Mu really will skin him alive.

"Oh dear... it seems my leave plan has fallen through, but if I just chase after him directly, Duanmu probably won't say anything. Anyway, my salary has already been deducted for a hundred years from now, haha."

……

At an amusement park in Tokyo, Duanmu Yan, wearing a casual jacket that matched Riko's, was queuing to ride a roller coaster.

He had already arrived here a few minutes before Gojo Satoru called.

Riko took his arm and stood on tiptoe to look ahead at how many rounds were left before it was their turn.

Just as Duanmu Yan sat down in his seat on the roller coaster and fastened his seatbelt, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

He took out his phone and held it to his ear: "Hey, is this Wu? You mean... you mean... knowing there were many of them, you still let them get away?"

He leaned back in his seat, letting Riko lean over to fasten his seatbelt. "Satoru, are you sure you can handle this? If not, let's get you a senior citizen card so you can collect your pension later."

He plans to laugh about this for ten years.

What did Gojo Satoru say on the other end of the phone?

Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone now showing genuine curiosity: "You said there's a reason for this? What reason?"

Hua Yu has already been killed by himself, so what kind of splash can Louhu make by himself?

His arm was suddenly grabbed tightly, and the roller coaster began to slowly climb. Riko screamed and grabbed his hand.

He put his arm around Riko's shoulder and pulled her closer to him, then held the phone to his ear, ready to hear what excuse Gojo Satoru was going to come up with.

"You mean the volcano came to rescue people?" Duanmu Yan was shocked.

That guy can actually save people.

In his memory, the water clock was extremely arrogant.

This time, they did absolutely nothing; they rescued the person and then ran away.

This change is too drastic. Is he scared of himself after being beaten?

"Hey~ you mean you want to take leave, and the reason is that this mission has been going on for so long, you should relax a bit."

Duanmu Yan leaned back in his seat and tapped Riko's shoulder lightly with his fingers.

Riko looked up at him, and he mouthed to her, "Is it enlightenment?"

"You've worked hard and diligently in the Federation for so many years, eliminating at least a thousand or eight hundred cursed spirits. Logically speaking, I should indeed give you a certain amount of leave."

"Yay!" Gojo Satoru's voice on the other end of the phone rang with excitement.

Duanmu Yan could even picture him jumping up and down with his phone in his hand.

However, he calmly threw out his next sentence.

"But I refused."

Why~

Gojo Satoru's wailing came from the phone, and Duanmu Yan moved the phone away in disgust.

"Duanmu Yan! I've done so much for the Federation, don't you have a heart?!"

Duanmu Yan said in a calm tone, "Then do you want to see your expense reports after each mission? You never use public transportation such as airplanes or high-speed trains, but your attendance fee is usually three times that of other sorcerers."

"That's called reasonable consumption..."

"Eating out is certainly a reasonable expense. But when did going to a high-end dessert shop become a reasonable expense?"

"Um……"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and then Gojo Satoru's voice became muffled, clearly indicating that he was feeling guilty.

I can't think of a title for Chapter 190.

Duanmu Yan held his phone, listening to a long silence on the other end.

He knew Gojo Satoru all too well; the brief silence meant a new offensive was brewing.

Sure enough, when Gojo Satoru's voice came again, his tone had changed from guilty to accusatory, and even aggrieved.

"Duanmu~ Do you know what? I just took a direct hit from an entire mountain! That cursed spirit rolled up the mountain and smashed it into my face!!"

"Aren't you shameless? This thing can't hurt you at all."

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care... Duanmu, you can't be so heartless. Do you know how annoying that cursed spirit I encountered today was? Its sonic arrows are still ringing in my ears. I need some dessert to heal my wounded heart."

“Every time you want to go out for dessert, you blame it on the cursed spirit.”

“It was true before, and it’s true this time too. That cursed spirit even scratched my brand new sunglasses. They’re a limited edition; there are only 500 pairs in the world. Look at how much I’ve sacrificed for the Federation.”

“But I remember you stole your sunglasses from Teacher Ye’e, didn’t you? And I remember you just submitted a list of sunglasses you bought last month, didn’t you?” Duanmu Yan smiled.

“Those are necessities! How can I cover my eyes without sunglasses? Walking on the street without covering my eyes would cause a riot. I’m doing this for public safety.” Gojo Satoru said righteously.

Duanmu Yan leaned back in the roller coaster seat and couldn't help but laugh.

Public safety? This guy can come up with any excuse to ask for leave.

"Aren't you afraid of causing a riot when you go to buy desserts?"

Riko eavesdropped curiously from the side. Duanmu Yan mouthed to her, "He's being affectionate."

Riko silently curved her eyes into a smile.

"Alright, alright, whether I approve your leave or not, you're going anyway."

"You have two days to register with Idizhi yourself. Pay for the expenses yourself; they won't go through the federation's public accounts."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a cheer erupted.

Duanmu Yan took the phone away from his ear, and after the cheers subsided, he added, "However, if there are any urgent missions in the next two days..."

"I'll be there whenever you call! I promise!" Before Gojo Satoru could finish speaking, the phone was hung up, as if afraid he would change his mind.

Riko snatched the phone from his hand, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and then pulled him from the roller coaster exit toward the main street of the amusement park.

She stopped in front of the ice cream truck, gestured that she wanted two cones, one strawberry and one chocolate. She handed him the chocolate one and licked the strawberry one herself.

"What did Satoru do again?" Riko tossed the empty ice cream cone wrappers into the trash can, licked her lips, and looked up to ask.

"She wanted to take leave to attend the opening ceremony of a dessert shop, and she gave me a bunch of reasons, such as being hit by a mountain, her sunglasses breaking, and being too tired from taking care of the kids."

Duanmu Yan took the tissue she handed him, wiped his hands, and led her to the next project. "I approved it for him for two days. Anyway, he would have slipped away on his own if I hadn't approved it."

He pulled her along under the colorful lights of the amusement park, and after taking only two steps, his phone vibrated again.

He looked down and saw an overtime application from the auxiliary monitoring system: an attendance allowance application from Fushiguro Megumi and Maki, with a note saying: forgotten in the wilderness by Gojo Special Class, they paid for their own taxi ride back to the vocational high school.

Duanmu Yan sighed, "Damn it, why is this guy doing this kind of thing again?"

……

On the other side, on a desolate highway, Fushiguro Megumi hung up the phone to the assistant director with a blank expression, put the phone back in his pocket, and turned to look at Maki beside him.

Maki pushed up her glasses, her tone unusually speechless: "Has he forgotten about us?"

“…I’m used to it.” Hui lowered her head and spoke calmly, not like a child who had just been abandoned by her teacher in the wilderness.

Maki glanced at the dilapidated road, paused for a moment, and then said, "Is it really possible to get a taxi here?"

Megumi Fushiguro and Maki stood in the middle of the ruins, surrounded by a wilderness stretching for kilometers. The nearest road was far beyond the horizon, and there were no streetlights, let alone taxis.

Fushiguro lowered his head, remained silent for a long while with a blank expression, and then said, "I will never become an adult like him in the future."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone again and dialed a number for auxiliary supervision.

……

The sea breeze blew through the abandoned thatched huts in the resort, making the tattered sunshade fabrics flutter loudly.

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 object slammed into the sand near the water clock, sinking halfway in with a muffled thud.

"Hey! You two bastards, put me down right now!" Yao Ji's head rolled halfway on the beach, getting her face covered in sand, as she roared angrily.

Below her neck, there was nothing but her head, which was turning around in the water clock's hand before being struck out with a palm.

"Mmm." The young girl...

"Yaohime, you should really thank the water clock. If it hadn't intervened in time, you would have been ripped out by Gojo Satoru right now."

She gently patted the sand off Yao Ji's head, her movements as tender as if she were coaxing a child, and then the next second she treated her like a volleyball, tossing her high over the net.

Louhu quickly ran to Yaoji's landing spot, and with a swift movement, pushed her up from the sand, causing her to bounce back onto the folding boat.

"I've already told you before, the opponent is very strong. But you just wouldn't believe it and insisted on going alone. Now look what happened, you can only recover slowly."

"If it weren't for Kaori Itadori giving us a cursed object to conceal our presence, I might not have been able to escape this time."

Yao Ji moved her head inside the louperusper's claws, as if she wanted to refute something, but before her body grew back, any harsh words she uttered would only make her a ball.

She shut her mouth in anger, letting herself be beaten.

“That’s right. Gojo Satoru is very strong.” He caught the head of the girl in the palm of the Nightmare Palm Owl and did not throw it out again.

“Duanmu Yan is at least on the same level as him, and they will only get stronger in the next few years.”

She looked away from the net and gazed at the sea.

The octopus-shaped cursed spirit was still swimming leisurely in the shallows, its tentacles lazily splashing the water, showing no interest in the volleyball match on the beach.

The lineup of three top-tier Calamity Cursed Spirits looks good, but there's still no news about the most important one.

She needs to put in more effort.

Chapter 191 Playing Football

The sea breeze at the resort rustled the palm leaves.