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

“Yeah, yeah!” Gojo Satoru came over and instinctively tried to put his arm around Duanmu Yan’s shoulder, but Duanmu Yan subtly dodged him.

He didn't seem to mind, and said with a grin, "I just got an urgent call for help. That songstress seems to have accidentally gotten herself into a pretty troublesome barrier, and Mingming, who's with her, is in the same situation. The Kyoto school is in a panic, so they came to us for help. Teacher Moth asked us to go and rescue her. It's good that you're back, come along! The more the merrier!"

A songstress? A barrier? The unseen forces?

Duanmu Yan was slightly taken aback, and then a complex emotion of indescribable melancholy welled up in his heart.

Yes, it's already midsummer, and the air is filled with restlessness and a subtle unease.

Fragments of memories from the original work surged up... that season known as the "bitter summer," that chapter that changed the course of many people's lives...

The Jade Embroidery Chapter.

it has started.

He composed himself, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and looked at Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki: "Location?"

“Saitama Prefecture, an abandoned folk museum,” Xia Youjie replied. He noticed Duanmu Yan’s momentary daze but didn’t ask any further questions.

"Haibara, Nanami, go and give a brief report to Professor Yagura first, then go and rest," Duanmu Yan instructed his two juniors. "You don't need to participate in this mission."

"Yes! Please be careful, seniors!" Haibara Yu replied immediately. Although he was a little disappointed that he couldn't go along, he knew that this kind of mission involving the seniors was probably beyond their current capabilities. Nanami Kento also nodded.

Watching his two junior classmates leave, Duanmu Yan transformed into Tuonaduo and turned to the three people waiting to the side: "Let's go."

Meanwhile, in Saitama Prefecture, at an abandoned folk museum.

The shrine maiden, dressed in red and white, moved slowly through the cluttered attic, flashlight in hand, her neck hunched and her steps small.

The beam of the flashlight swept across the dusty old furniture, the broken dolls, and the yellowed scrolls, each shadow seeming to harbor a malicious gaze.

She looked around nervously, her heart pounding.

She gently grasped the handle of the first wooden door in front of her, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open with a shout: "Hey!"

Inside the door, there were only haphazardly piled-up old boxes and miscellaneous items.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little disappointed. She stepped back and looked up at the dark corridor that seemed to stretch on forever, with rows of wooden doors on both sides.

Does this mean... all these doors should be opened?

She swallowed nervously, but duty called, so she gritted her teeth and walked toward the next door.

Just as her fingers were about to touch the doorknob, a cool hand gently patted her shoulder.

Hey~

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The songstress's soul nearly flew off her head; she turned around in terror.

"You can run for the next Scream Queen~" A mature yet uniquely charming voice sounded behind her, with a hint of a smile.

"Miss Mingming!" The songstress recognized the newcomer, patted her chest, still shaken, both embarrassed and annoyed. "Why did you scare me?! Besides, weren't you searching the first floor?!"

"You're just scaring yourself..." The woman, referred to as Mingming, tilted her head, her waist-length silver-white hair swaying. "And, this is the first floor~"

"Huh?!?!" The songstress was dumbfounded and quickly shone her flashlight around. Sure enough, the surrounding scenery seemed slightly different from the second floor in her memory. They had been circling around on the first floor!

It's a barrier! A troublesome barrier that might keep changing!

Chapter 63 The Jade Chapter

After some careful exploration and marking, the songstress squatted on the ground, arranging several snack boxes she had picked up around, trying to sort out her thoughts.

“Miss Mingming! I’ve discovered it! We’ve passed this set of markers four times, but the number of steps we took each time was different! So I’m guessing that this barrier might be pieced together from many independent spaces, and it’s not stable! If we run at full speed in one direction and use speed and strength to impact the connection points of the barrier, we might be able to break it down from the inside!”

"Hmm~" Mingming stroked her chin with one hand, pretending to think, then snapped her fingers, her fingernail drawing an elegant arc. "Ninety points."

"Huh? Only ninety points?" the songstress asked in confusion.

“If,” Mingming opened her beautiful eyes, which seemed to see through people’s hearts, and pointed in another direction behind her, “we simultaneously advance at full speed to both sides, wouldn’t we be able to break through this puzzle piece even faster?”

The songstress paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, clapping her hands excitedly: "That's right! If the hypothesis is true, applying pressure from two directions simultaneously will increase the load on the barrier and cause it to collapse even faster! Miss Mingming is amazing!"

"One hundred points~" Mingming smiled approvingly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the songstress clasped her hands together and made a request: "Um... Miss Mingming! If we can successfully break this barrier this time, please recommend me for advancement to a Level 1 Sorcerer when we return! I will do my best..."

Mingming blinked, then suddenly asked, "How much money do you have?"

"Huh?" The songstress was stunned.

“…Never mind.” Mingming looked at the songstress’s somewhat silly appearance, shook her head with a smile, and said, “I’ll consider it.”

"That's wonderful! Thank you, Miss Mingming!"

"Then, get ready..."

The two exchanged a glance, adjusted their breathing, and began to gather magical power beneath their feet.

"run!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Like arrows released from a bow, the two figures sprinted at full speed in two opposite directions along the corridor!

Almost at the same time they started.

Outside the archives, on a vacant lot overgrown with weeds, four figures appeared amidst a green whirlwind.

Duanmuyan, Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie, Iarujiazi.

Gojo Satoru merely glanced at the old building in front of him, which looked particularly eerie in the night, and his six eyes behind his sunglasses were already able to see it clearly. He could even see the two figures running wildly inside.

"Oh~ having fun, huh?" Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a wicked smile as he raised his right hand and gently pinched his index finger and thumb together.

“Azure”.

A terrifyingly large gravitational force, so immense it was almost unsettling, suddenly emanated from his fingertips and enveloped the abandoned archive in front of him!

Om-! ! !

The air groaned under the immense pressure, and in an instant, the entire building was completely distorted by that terrifying gravitational force, turning into a vast expanse of ruins.

This so-called barrier, faced with absolute power, didn't even have a chance to struggle before it vanished along with the building itself.

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

Gojo Satoru's figure had already appeared on the top of a surviving tree nearby. He looked down at the two figures below who had just crawled out of the rubble, covered in dust, especially the petite figure wearing a red and white shrine maiden outfit who was coughing violently. A malicious smile appeared on his face.

"Yo. I've come to your rescue... Songstress."

The songstress was choking on the dust, her eyes welling up with tears. She looked up and saw that wretched white hair on the treetop, and instantly flew into a rage. Forgetting all about appearances, she pointed at him and yelled, "Gojo Satoru! I'm not crying! And use honorifics, you bastard!"

"If I cry, will you come and comfort me?" Another soft, charming voice rang out. Mingming gracefully brushed the dust off her shoulders, looking somewhat disheveled but still maintaining her captivating demeanor.

She looked up at Gojo Satoru in the tree and said, "I really want to see how you comfort people."

"Comforting people isn't my forte." Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his smile unchanged. "Besides, Miss Mei, you're so strong, you definitely won't cry, right?"

"Is that so?" Mingming smiled noncommittally.

"Five! I don't need you..." The songstress was still shouting angrily, trying to regain some dignity.

However, she didn't finish her sentence.

boom--!!!

The ruins behind her suddenly shook violently!

A powerful and violent curse erupted! A gigantic curse burst forth from the depths of the ruins!

Its faceless form instantly locked onto the closest and relatively weakest target, which was none other than the songstress who had just been shouting!

"Eek—!!!" The songstress was so frightened that her hair stood on end. She screamed and, without thinking, scrambled away in the direction away from the cursed spirit!

The earthen-yellow curse let out a hoarse roar and was about to pounce.

throat!!!

The ground exploded again in the next instant!

A cursed spirit, even larger and more like a magnified gray-yellow sandworm, burst out of the ground with even greater ferocity. It opened its enormous mouth, filled with spiraling sharp teeth, and, arriving before the other, swallowed the earth-yellow cursed spirit that was lunging at the songstress whole!

With a gulp, it disappeared into that bottomless throat.

Xia Youjie slowly walked up the relatively intact staircase ruins from the other side.

He patted non-existent dust off his hands and said gently, "Wu, I've already told you not to bully the weak."

Gojo Satoru nimbly leaped down from the treetop and landed next to Xia Youjie. He put his hands in his pockets, shrugged, and said confidently, "What idiot would bully a strong person? Duanmu, you agree, right?"

Duanmu Yan shook his head helplessly as he watched this scene. He had just quickly set up a tent as a precaution, but it turned out to be completely unnecessary, as the battle was over in ten seconds.

"Well... all I can say is that when it comes to bullying songstresses, Satoru is truly... as unparalleled as ever."

"Hehehe, thanks for the compliment."

"Is this a compliment?!"

Having suffered a double blow to both her mental and physical health, the songstress was now trembling with rage, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

If looks could kill, Gojo Satoru and Natsume would have been tortured to death eight hundred times over.

She took a deep breath, ready to roll up her sleeves and have a good talk with these two scumbags.

"Songstress, are you alright...?"

A lazy female voice drifted from above the ruins.

The songstress looked up at the sound and saw Shoko looking down at her, still with an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth.

Her appearance instantly made the songstress feel like she had found her pillar of support.

The singer's style instantly switched from "Angry Birds" to "Aggrieved Xiu Gou," and her eyes reddened.

"Shugo—!!!" The songstress could no longer hold back, leaping forward and hugging Shoko tightly. "Shoko! You, you absolutely must not become like those bastards! You must stay true to yourself! You are the last conscience of Tokyo High School!"

Shoko chuckled lazily, "Haha, don't worry, I won't become like those two scumbags~"

Chapter 64 Conflict

Shoko's gaze swept over the songstress's shoulder and landed on the two classmates who were still having a friendly exchange not far away, her tone filled with undisguised disdain.