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

She rested her head on the edge of the beach chair, sat down, and casually brushed aside the short hair that had been ruffled by the sea breeze from her forehead.

Louhu stood beside the net, his one eye fixed on Yao Ji, who was slowly recovering on the sand, and remained silent.

It thought of Hua Yu; if it had been stronger back then, Hua Yu wouldn't have died.

If she had run a little faster, Yao Ji wouldn't have been left with only a head.

Time and time again, it's always the same.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly representing a corrupted or incomplete text. It's impossible to translate meaningfully without further context or clarification.

A column of fire suddenly erupted from the crater above the water clock, and scalding lava flowed down the sides of the ears, burning several charred pits in the sand.

"Of course I want to. To avenge Hana-no-Kami... and to avenge the severe injury suffered by Yu-hime."

Yao Ji turned her head with difficulty on the beach chair, her eyes wide open, her lips trembling slightly from the effort: "Is there any need to ask? That white-haired human, I'm going to tear his head off with my own hands."

But after she finished speaking, she remained silent for a moment, then involuntarily turned her gaze to one side.

"But how can we fight like this?"

The crater of the water clock slowly extinguished, replaced by a wisp of thin white smoke.

It turned its single eye towards the flounder, its gaze fixed on the flounder, its gaze fixed on the flounder, its eyes ...

Unconvinced, Yuuki banged her head against the back of the beach chair: "That human named Gojo Satoru... I can't even touch his techniques, and my domain is completely no match for his. My Kyokotsu Kaze Shiro is like paper in front of him."

Then she turned her head towards the fish, and...

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.

"What I'm saying isn't that you should defeat those two humans and then execute them; that's too narrow-minded."

She slowly stood up, her bare feet touching the warm sand. She took a few steps toward the sea, then turned back to look at her two cursed spirits. "What I want to say is... revenge against all of humanity."

Both Louhu and Yaoji looked over at the same time.

“You three…” said Xiao E Zheng, who was rushing to the sea to see the young lady and the tuogen playing in the water.

"It represents the pinnacle of the three major natural disasters: fire, wind, and sea. All low-level cursed spirits are naturally inclined to gather towards higher-level individuals. As long as you issue commands at the same time, the cursed spirits scattered throughout the country will flock to you like iron filings encountering a magnet."

"As for those intelligent high-level cursed spirits, they can be won over through negotiation and intimidation, and all forces willing to join can be integrated to launch a full-scale attack on human cities at the same time."

Louhu and Yaoji's eyes lit up.

"I've named this operation... the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."

"What we need to do now is to calm down, accumulate strength, and deliver a fatal blow to humanity at the critical moment."

……

Time flies, and it's now 2016.

This year is destined to be a year that will go down in history for the world of sorcery.

After more than two years of preparation and construction, the colossal barrier that covers the entire territory of Japan has finally been completed.

Any sorcerer knows the significance of this project... From now on, the birth of every cursed spirit and the movements of every wanted cursed sorcerer will be subject to this all-encompassing net.

The list of the top three contributors has been announced: Tengen, Yuukichi, and a name that surprised everyone: the Cursed Spirit Detector.

The contributions of the first two are understandable.

Tengen provided the foundation for the barrier that had lasted for a thousand years, and together with Kokichi, they undertook real-time monitoring across the entire country using puppetry techniques.

So what's the deal with this cursed spirit detector?

This matter can only be explained by Chairman Duanmu himself.

The Cursed Spirit Detector, which helped him overcome his confusion in the early stages of his transmigration, was later lent to his junior, Haibara.

After Haibara rose from level three to level one as a mage, the detector returned to his hands.

But with his current strength, he no longer needs this thing; it can only gather dust in the warehouse.

Three months ago, when the project entered its most critical debugging phase, a thorny problem arose for everyone: Yukichi was human and could not possibly keep an eye on the entire barrier network 24 hours a day without sleep; although Tengen's consciousness covered a wide range, it was not good at handling such detailed real-time monitoring down to each coordinate.

So what should we do? We need a monitoring core that can operate around the clock without any blind spots, without needing to rest or recharge.

Duanmu Yan pulled out the detector that had been gathering dust for years from his office drawer.

After several weeks of modifications by Kokichi, the detector's sensing range was increased from the original 500 meters to the entire territory covered by the Tianyuan Barrier.

It sacrificed itself: its consciousness as an independent prop was completely erased, and it was integrated into the entire barrier network, becoming the ever-open eye of this great net.

Understand the applause.

However, the giant barrier also has its shortcomings. Japan's population is too dense. If everyone's spell power fluctuations are displayed on the monitor, the entire screen will be so densely covered with green dots that the terrain will be impossible to see.

Therefore, the system is set up with a filtering mechanism that only marks targets whose spell power fluctuates drastically, while the weak spell power of ordinary people is automatically filtered out.

this day.

On this day, Tian Lizi was borrowed by Tianyuan, who had been busy for two years, while Duanmu Yan went to handle a small matter on his own: to remove an ordinary quasi-special-grade curse spirit.

By the way, I'll also visit a future member of the main character group.

The rice paddies on both sides of the country road rippled in the wind like green waves, their leaves rustling against each other with a soft, crisp sound.

Duanmu Yan tucked the report under his arm and walked slowly along the ridge of the field.

Beside him was an assistant supervisor stationed there, who was staring at his profile with shining eyes, his gaze almost overflowing with reverence.

The pinnacle of the sorcery world, Duanmu Yan, the chairman of the Federation, actually came to the small village where he was stationed.

What shocked him even more was that the young chairman simply waved his hand and turned the near-special-grade cursed spirit that had kept him up at night for several days into ashes.

As expected of the strongest.

Duanmu Yan was completely unaware that he had already been deified in the eyes of the assistant supervisor. He walked slowly along the ridge of the field, turned to the top page of the report, and smiled slightly as his gaze fell on the name column.

"The Kugizaki family..."

Chapter 192 Kugizaki Wild Rose

Duanmu Yan looked at the bright sun in the sky and told the assistant supervisor to go back and rest.

This year should be a sweltering summer. I just hope there will be fewer cursed spirits. At least most spellcasters don't want to go on missions in this kind of weather, especially Nanami, who will probably have a few complaints.

This is a small town near Tokyo, a suburb within a suburb, even more remote than where Fushiguro Megumi lived as a child.

Looking around, all you see are low-rise houses and fields, with only one three-story building standing out prominently in the center of the village.

According to the report, that is the Kugizaki family.

"Ah, I see it, this must be it." He walked to the house that was taller than the surrounding houses, and just as he stopped, a clear voice came from behind him.

"Why are you standing at my door? Are you someone my mom knows?"

Duanmu Yan turned slightly to the side, behind him stood a girl in a middle school uniform, carrying a brown schoolbag. The short-haired girl was looking at him with an undisguised look of curiosity.

With his short, parted hair and casual posture, he looked dashing and more masculine than Yuta Otsukoshi, whom I met two years ago.

Kugizaki Nobara glanced at him up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment on the fabric of his suit.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

"Judging from your clothes, you must be from a big city. You really are from Tokyo, right? Just like Saori-nee!"

Duanmu Yan looked down at his outfit.

As the chairman of the federation, he can no longer just throw on a hoodie and go out like before, so he usually goes out in a standard suit.

Wild Rose could tell at a glance that the fabric was quite valuable, clearly not the kind of cheap stuff you could buy in a rural retail store.

This guy must have actually come from Tokyo; I should definitely ask him about things there.

"I'm from Tokyo. Excuse me, is this the Kugizaki family home?"

Wild Rose put her hands on her hips and raised her chin slightly: "That's right, this is my home. Are you here to see my mother or grandmother?"

Duanmu Yan thought for a moment. He had never met Grandma Kugizaki before, so it wouldn't be accurate to say that he had come specifically to see her. But given the current situation, this was the only answer he could give: "I guess so."

Wild Rose nodded, took out her keys from her bag, and turned to open the door.

Duanmu Yan asked curiously, "Didn't the teacher say not to open the door to strangers?"

Wild Rose waved her hand dismissively: "I'm very good at judging people. Uncle, you don't look like a bad person at all."

"If possible, please don't call me 'uncle'..."

"Okay, uncle, no problem, uncle."

Duanmu Yan secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead. This personality is too fierce. No wonder she's the one with the female lead's script.

However, a big problem still loomed before him: how to meet that grandmother, and in what capacity.

In the original storyline, Wild Rose and her grandmother had a disagreement because her grandmother used to be a sorcerer. She lost an eye during a mission to exorcise a cursed spirit, and she didn't want her granddaughter to follow in her footsteps or see Wild Rose get hurt.

But Wild Rose has a strong personality; even if her grandmother disagrees, she will run away to Tokyo alone and become a member of a vocational high school.

As he was thinking, the door opened.

An elderly man with a slightly hunched back and wearing an eye patch stood at the door, looking at Duanmu Yan with an unfriendly expression.

"You... are from the Federation, right?"

The old woman stood at the door, her one eye sweeping over Duanmu Yan. Her tone held no welcome, only a faint sense of distance.

Duanmu Yan nodded. No matter what identity he used to visit, he couldn't avoid the Federation.

"Then come in first." The old woman pushed open the door and turned to walk inside.

Duanmu Yan said "excuse me" and followed her into the house.

The living room was quiet, with only the old-fashioned wall clock ticking away.

Duanmu Yan sat down at the wooden table, a small cup of freshly poured tea in front of him. He looked around; the furniture here was rather old, probably older than him.

The old woman knelt on the tatami mat opposite him, her eyes closed, her hands folded on her knees.

Outside the door, Kugizaki Nobara peered through the crack, her eyes fixed on the guest from Tokyo.

Duanmu Yan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Good tea."