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

"...It's over." He said softly, whether to others or to himself, it was unclear.

Chapter 30, Second Set of Armor

[The Curse Master successfully eliminated the Special Grade Curse Spirit Bai'er, gaining 10 points.]

[Congratulations, host, for strengthening your faith; your mental strength has been enhanced.]

Upon hearing the system's voice, Duanmu Yan nodded and said, "Open the panel."

[Host Panel]

Name: Duanmu Yan

Age: 16

Combat strength: Level 1 Strong

Spirit: Top Grade

Cursed Power: Quasi-Special Grade

Equipment slots: Nava Armor (66% compatibility), Lucky Coin, Curse Detector

Inventory: Skull Crusher

Current points: 112126

Overall assessment: Normal combat strength is near-Special Grade, possessing the potential and means to contend with Special Grade cursed spirits, with extremely high growth potential, and an affinity for fire element.

I have enough points!

With over 100,000 points in hand, previously unattainable redemption goals are now within reach.

Without any hesitation, Duanmu Yan directly issued an order to the system: "System, consume 100,000 points to exchange for Hurricane Tuona!"

[Instruction received. 10 points consumed. Exchange successful. Hurricane-Tonado Armor obtained.]

[The host has been detected to possess Flame Nava and Hurricane Tonado, successfully unlocking the advanced function: Sun Armor Dual Mode Conversion.]

[The Hurricane's Blessing has been added to the equipment slot. Current compatibility: 35%.]

Duanmu Yan opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. The fatigue and exhaustion from the previous battle had long been swept away by Bai'er's gift and the exhilaration of exchanging for armor. His face was rosy and his breathing was steady and long, even better than before entering the teaching building.

He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the surging power of the spell within his body and the unprecedented clarity and stability in his mind, which brought him great peace of mind.

Unexpectedly, by dealing with Bai'er, not only did I get a lot of points to exchange for a new armor, but I also gained such a valuable attribute boost and special resistance.

This near-death experience was worth it.

"Hey, Duanmu," Gojo Satoru leaned even closer, his six blue eyes practically touching Duanmu's face, scanning him up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement, "Are you really alright? How are you feeling? Is anything wrong?"

Duanmu Yan nodded affirmatively, his tone carrying a strange sense of comfort: "I feel great now. Not only has all the curse power I used up returned, but... both the total amount and the quality seem to have improved a lot."

Gojo Satoru and Natsume exchanged another glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Exorcising a top-tier cursed spirit not only resulted in no harm but also instantly leveled up and returned to full strength. This operation was unheard of, but when it came to Duanmu Yan, who always managed to come up with something new, it seemed... not so unacceptable.

"You rascal..." Gojo Goshin stood up, crossed his arms, and sighed dramatically, but his eyes were full of interest. "Just how many unimaginable things are you hiding?"

Xia Youjie also gave Duanmu Yan a deep look, finally shook his head, and gave a helpless bitter smile: "Duanmu-jun, you always manage to surprise me. However, as long as the result is good, that's fine. But these puppets..."

If he can't have it, so be it. Anyway, the greatest use of this cursed spirit is for humans, and he doesn't need it.

Calming himself down, he looked at the hundreds of still figures around him. "I'm leaving it to you. Is there anything Wu and I can help with?"

Duanmu Yan also looked at the puppets, nodded, and his eyes became focused again: "Okay. Now comes the real work. I'll trouble you to hand them to me one by one."

Purifying these hundreds of innocent people who have been transformed will be another considerable undertaking, but with the warm energy he received when Bai'er dissipated and her improved state, he felt much more confident.

The crisis has been temporarily averted, but the cleanup work has only just begun.

Off-campus, temporary support point.

Night Moth Masamichi held the Cursed Corpse in his arms. His burly body stood like an iron tower, and his brows were furrowed in worry.

Before him, Kenji Ito, his face still pale, was speaking rapidly and with lingering fear as he reported the situation inside.

“Special-grade fantasy spirit… Bai’er…” Night Moth Zhengdao repeated the name in a low voice, and even with his experience and temperament, a layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

He understood better than Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki the significance of this name in the high-risk files of the sorcery world, what level of eeriness and danger it signified.

"The records do indicate that she does possess a domain, and it's an extremely troublesome, rule-based type... The three of them are now facing a special-grade individual who possesses a domain..."

He suddenly looked up at the deathly silent teaching building, a strong sense of worry flashing in his eyes.

"No, this is too dangerous. We must contact headquarters immediately and request emergency support, preferably from Special Forces 99..."

However, just as he was about to press the send button, it was as if something inside had been broken.

The ominous atmosphere that had enveloped Sakura Academy began to dissipate without warning, like morning mist being directly exposed to sunlight, quickly becoming thin and transparent.

The thick clouds above the school, which had been particularly gloomy due to the concentration of powerful incantations, seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, and the warm afternoon sunlight once again shone down, illuminating the mottled campus.

The isolation barrier rippled slightly, its color changing from a warning dark red to normal transparency, indicating that the threat of high concentrations of cursed energy inside had been eliminated.

Moth Masakazu's movements froze. He suddenly looked up, staring intently in the direction of the teaching building, and incredulously sensed the changes in his surroundings.

Kenji Ito stared wide-eyed and mouth agape at the school, now bathed in sunlight again, as if in a dream.

“This is…” the moth murmured.

Shoko, who had been leaning against the wall of the convenience store next door and resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them. She took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke rose in wisps and dispersed in the now clear air.

"They did it."

Those two problem children and the new freak actually managed to defeat a top-tier cursed spirit with a domain in such a short time.

Night Moth Masamichi remained silent for a good ten seconds. After that, the muscles on his face relaxed a little, and his stern, chiseled features softened.

He looked up at the clear sky, then at the school that had returned to calm, and finally, his gaze fell on the direction of the entrance to the teaching building.

Worry, fear, shock, relief... a complex mix of emotions swirled in his eyes, ultimately transforming into a sense of pride and感慨 (gǎnkǎi - mixed feelings of emotion and reflection).

“...Yes.” He responded to Shoko’s words in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse.

He turned around to face Kenji Ito, who was still in a daze, several assistant supervisors on guard, and the logistics personnel who had just set up the first aid equipment.

"Alert temporarily lifted. 'Window' rescan to confirm the level of residual cursed power inside. Medical team, prepare to receive any wounded. Logistics, prepare for follow-up work."

He paused, then turned his gaze back to the teaching building.

"Shoko, you stay here and take charge. I'll go in and check on things."

He glanced at Shoko Ieiri, who nodded, stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette, and walked toward the already set up emergency tent to check the medicines and equipment, preparing to receive the "hero."

Chapter 31 Vacation

Shortly after the three began to carry out the purification production line operation in an orderly manner, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps came.

The imposing figure of Moth appeared around the corner, having followed the lingering traces of cursed power and faint human voices.

However, when he saw the scene before him, even he, a veteran of countless battles, was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

In the corridor, Gojo Satoru, who was known as the strongest and who would never stand if he could sit, and would never do anything himself if he could have someone else do it, was using his exquisite manipulative power to transport a limp puppet student from a distance and gently place him in front of Duanmu Yan.

Meanwhile, Xia Youjie, another equally proud and arrogant man, directed several cursed spirits to carefully pick up the puppets from various corners and gather them at the starting point of Gojo Satoru's conveyor belt.

Duanmu Yan was kneeling on the ground, his hands gathering a soft, golden-red purifying flame, which he pressed against the forehead of a puppet student who had been brought to the school.

The grayness on the puppet's body quickly faded, eventually transforming into an unconscious boy.

Night Moth's gaze shifted from the successfully purified boy to Duanmu Yan's focused profile, then swept over the two problem children diligently moving the puppets, and he instantly understood.

Purification.

Duanmu Yan possesses the ability to restore such beings, which have been distorted by cursed spirits, to their original state.

Shock, relief, lingering fear, and deeper reflections intertwined in Moth's heart.

He strode forward.

Xia Youjie was the first to notice him, nodding in acknowledgment: "Teacher."

Gojo Satoru glanced over, his hands still busy, and lazily greeted, "Yo, Teacher Yagami, you've come at the right time. Want some help moving bricks? Boss Duanmu's place includes purification, but not transportation."

Duanmu Yan finished purifying the boy and gently laid him down before looking up at Night Moth, "Teacher Night Moth."

Moth Masakado did not immediately respond to their teasing and greetings.

He walked up to Duanmu Yan, squatted down, and said in an extremely serious and deep voice, "Duanmu, you did very well, even better than I imagined."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Gojo Satoru and Natsumi Yuuki, his tone more solemn than ever before, "But remember this, Satoru, Yuuki, the same goes for you. Duanmu can purify the abilities of those transformed by cursed spirits. Everything that happened here today must absolutely, absolutely not be revealed to anyone except the four of us, understand?"

He was all too aware of the value of this ability, and the covetousness, suspicion, and even persecution it would provoke.

Duanmu Yan is still too young and his strength has not yet reached its peak, so he must be protected.

Gojo Satoru curled his lip, then handed over another puppet, his tone still the same: "Don't worry, teacher. It's not like Jie and I just met those old geezers yesterday. I have no interest in betraying my comrades, right, Jie?"

Xia Youjie nodded solemnly, his voice calm yet firm: "I understand, Teacher Ye'e. Duanmu Jun is our classmate and also the hero who saved hundreds of lives this time. We will not let anything happen to him."

Upon receiving affirmative answers from the two students, Moth's expression softened slightly. He looked at Duanmu Yan again and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't feel pressured. Just do it at your own pace. The medical team and the glass outside are ready. We will properly settle the survivors after they have been purified. You have really done a great job this time."

"Thank you, teacher." Duanmu Yan nodded, feeling a warmth in his heart.

He naturally understood the principle that possessing a treasure can be a crime, and the attitudes of Teacher Yege, Gojo Satoru, and Natsuyu Jie reassured him considerably.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru "airdropped" another puppet in front of Duanmu Yan, then grinned at Yagami Masamichi, rubbing his fingers together: "Hey, Yagami-sensei, look how hard we've worked... shouldn't we do something for you when we get back? Like that super super delicious dessert shop in Tokyo~"

Moth Zhengdao's forehead veins throbbed; the elation and warmth he had just felt were instantly destroyed by this guy.

He glared at Gojo Satoru with annoyance: "You really only think about eating, huh? You should finish your work here first."

Gojo Satoru: "Yes, yes, yes... I'm really looking forward to it."

The cleanup efforts continued, and the Noctuid Moth Path also joined in to assist.

Sunlight streamed through the broken windows, dappling the four busy people and those who were gradually coming back to life.

The long day is finally coming to an end, and dawn brings not only light, but also a new life full of hope.

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