I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Wait, if he wasn't mistaken, was the senior's listless look a sign of him spacing out?

Nanami Kento dodged and weaved in a sorry state.

Fortunately, the senior was very reliable and always managed to pull them out of the cursed spirits' attacks at crucial moments by throwing out vines. However, being hung upside down and swung around by the vines was really unpleasant.

However, compared to being rescued by a senior who held him by the arm, it doesn't seem so hard to accept.

Former victim of "carrying" (referring to sexual assault) Nanami Kento: ...

Haibara Yu thanked Zhu Yu happily: "Thank you, senior!"

Zhu Yu's reaction was to stuff a mouthful of props into each of their mouths.

The fragile NPC almost died, I need to heal him back quickly (sigh).

*

[Meichuan] Senior is reliable, provided that... you haven't met Senior Gojo.

Looking at the scene before him, Qi Haijianren felt as if he were once again shocked by the four humanoid "neon lights" when he first entered the college, a feeling that made him feel dizzy and hopeless about the future of the college.

Chapter 143 Special Mission

—It was definitely a mistake to agree to let my seniors come to my house for a meal and to entrust them with the task of preparing the dishes!

"Don't worry, Nanami. Since you've provided the venue, let's leave the cooking to the reliable seniors!"

That's what Senior Gojo said.

With things already said to this extent, and given how considerate and proactive the seniors were, Nanami Kento reluctantly agreed.

Then--

The dining table seemed to be submerged in a "sea" of desserts—a five-tiered cake "domineeringly" occupied the center of the table, a macaron rainbow bridge collapsed on the edge of a tiramisu volcano, and a waterfall of melting chocolate was continuously gushing out of the machine.

The amber-colored chandelier cast a soft, diffused glow amidst the aroma of cream.

The air itself seemed to have become sweet.

Meanwhile, amidst the cheers of Gojo-senpai, the senior who brought the dessert feast, kept pulling out one dessert after another from her small backpack.

Nanami Builder:......

With a blank expression, he carefully hopped from the few remaining gaps in the floor, which were now covered by desserts, to the two people's side. He couldn't understand why, in the short time he went to the convenience store to buy a drink, his perfectly good bachelor apartment had turned into a real-life "candy house".

"Wow, more, more!"

The unscrupulous senior excitedly raised his hands, jumped up from his seat when he saw him arrive, and casually grabbed a bag of daifuku from the table and handed it to him: "Hey, Nanami's back! Tonight's a dessert special~"

He slowly turned his head to look at Natsume and Ieiri, who were sitting on the sofa away from the center of the "battlefield." They smiled and raised their hands to greet him.

It's highly unlikely that we can count on them.

Meanwhile, Haibara, who never objected to her seniors' actions, was squatting down eating a cream cake, completely unaware that cream was smeared on her face. She even grinned at him enthusiastically, urging him to start eating: "These all seem to have been made by [Umekawa]-senpai. Nanami, come and try some."

Seven Seas Construction workers, carrying convenience store bags, stood frozen in place...

Who will stop all of this...?

He looked at Zhu Yu with a final hope in his eyes and cautiously asked, "Senior Mei Chuan, are these... too many?"

Take a look at the "spectacular scene" on the ground!

Should we be grateful that there are no desserts hanging on the walls and ceiling?

Unfortunately, his heartfelt words were not conveyed.

Zhu Yu glanced at the top of the Seven Seas NPC's head—a tangled mess of black threads interspersed with occasional flashes of lightning, indicating a very low mood.

Don't be afraid, your senior is here.

"Is it not enough?" She tilted her head. "Please don't be so polite with me."

As he spoke, he took out a sandwich from his backpack.

The NPC from the Seven Seas seems to really like this bread; his mood increases every time he eats it.

Sure enough, Nanami's expression softened a bit when she saw the bread, but after glancing at the Gojo NPC next to her, her expression went blank again.

"Thank you, senior, but what I meant was..."

Indeed, you have to be more direct when talking to your seniors.

After communicating with Senior Meichuan for a long time, and with a cold face and the incredulous look in Senior Gojo's eyes, Nanami finally canceled the outrageous "dessert special".

Looking at his clean and tidy home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Waaaaah, poor senior, can't even have this little wish granted? How cruel Nanami is..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly covered his face, his shoulders twitching dramatically, and a few deliberately drawn-out sobs escaped from between his fingers.

Nanami Kento couldn't bear to look: "Tsk."

“...That’s so mean!” Gojou Satoru rested his forehead on Zhu Yu’s shoulder, looking like a weak, dependent bird.

Zhu Yu thought about it and felt that it was a good thing that the NPC was willing to get close to the player, so he patted him on the head twice as a consolation.

Encouraged by the response, Gojo Satoru became even more enthusiastic and put on a full-on performance.

Nanami Kento, who witnessed everything: ...Senior, you don't actually have to pay attention to him.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru stopped his whining and grumbling after he had had enough. He suddenly straightened up, stretched, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, I'll forgive Nanami. Now, watch me show off my skills!"

He skillfully rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron, and began chopping vegetables with practiced ease.

A thin layer of mist clung to the glass door of the kitchen, filtering the sounds of conversation from the living room into a hazy background. The miso soup in the pot bubbled and steamed, spiraling upwards and spreading into a damp cloud above the range hood.

The aroma was already wafting out through the cracks.

The people in the living room exchanged glances and realized that there might actually be some truth to Gojo Satoru's boasting.

They smiled knowingly and continued tidying the table.

The party is still going on...

*

The sound of cicadas gradually filled the college, and time slowly passed, bringing another summer closer. On this seemingly ordinary morning, after writing the last word on the blackboard in a serious manner, Ye Mo Zhengdao announced the end of get out of class.

Seeing the students' expressions instantly change from "lifeless" to "radiant", Masamichi Yagami remained silent for a moment before saying, "Wu and Jie, come to my office later. There's a task that the higher-ups specifically requested you to do."

Gojo Satoru was the first to stand up, complaining somewhat irritably, "What's Old Orange up to now?"

Xia Youjie was somewhat surprised as to why a mission had been specifically assigned to him and Wutiao Wu. Usually, missions were randomly assigned to available sorcerers based on their strength, and it was almost unheard of for someone to be specifically named to perform a mission.

Unless it's a special mission unrelated to exorcising cursed spirits...

He lowered his eyes, walked to the classroom door, and suddenly stopped, subconsciously turning back to look at Zhu Yu.

Through the glass window, you could see her movements perfectly—she was turning around and talking to Shoko, the morning sunlight casting a long, almost distorted shadow.

Everything's alright, right?

He looked away and walked side by side with Gojo Satoru towards Yomotsu's office.

*

Gojo and Natsume NPCs went on a mission, while she and Shoko stayed at the high school.

NPCs are always elusive, so she wouldn't ask them directly, since they just randomly respawn anyway.

Before the NPCs left, they said it was just a small guard mission and they would be back soon.

When they come back, we'll all go eat at a long-established curry restaurant in Shibuya that's supposedly very popular.

When there were no tasks assigned by the college, Zhu Yu would go out to the streets as usual to trigger daily tasks.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated, its default ringtone ringing out in the noisy street, going unnoticed.

She took out her phone, and a familiar name was flashing on the screen.

—Press the answer button.

"Is this [Kawakami]-san?" A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, with static. "They said it's time to get started."

Chapter 144 I Ten

"Hey kid, can you really do that?"

"..."

"Want to hire me? I'll give you a discount as a friend. I'll spare those two brats out of respect for you."

"Need not."

"You're not leaving any survivors, are you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

The sound from the living room television was just enough to cover up their secret conversation. Zenji, seeing that his goal had been thwarted, leaned back in annoyance and slumped wearily onto the sofa.

The Panxing Cult originally approached him with a generous offer to kill the Star Essence and prevent it from assimilating with Tianyuan, but unfortunately, since his wife's health improved, he no longer accepts high-risk missions.

In the past, he would suddenly feel a surge of ambition—to trample the chosen one, who was born with six eyes and on whom everyone's expectations were placed, under his feet.

So what if he was born with six eyes? He'd like to see if he could be defeated by this monkey who has no magical powers.

Something felt like it was burning in my chest—

That was a flame that had burned in his heart since he was born and regarded as a waste by the Zen family, a flame that was dark and secretive.

He fled the Zen temple, but then seemed to retreat back into his shell.

That dark, damp, safe shell allowed itself to rot.

He's just a useless piece of trash with no magical power...

Only the occasional flicker of fire in his chest would suddenly tug at his heartstrings, telling him—just once, just once.

However, a corner of the water vapor on the bathroom mirror was wiped away, revealing his blurry face—it turned out that a similar "peaceful" expression could also appear on this face.

As he plummeted downwards, a hand pulled him back, and from that moment, the blade cleaved through the chaos, and the flames seemed no longer scorching.

He is no longer alone.

He was at home, a home filled with ties.

*

Zen-in Shen'er gave Zhu Yu a suggestion: use the deposit given by Pan Xing to offer a bounty on "Star Essence," let some curse masters who are moved by the bounty first exhaust the stamina of Gojo Satoru and others, then kidnap the maid who is on good terms with "Star Essence," lead them to Okinawa for fun, and when they are off guard and think that everything is foolproof, kill "Star Essence" with a gun without curse power inside the high school.

Zhu Yu was shocked after hearing this. "You big NPC with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are so strategic."

Your plan is great, I've got it!

But she got stuck on the first step of the plan—posting the bounty.

One player is very possessive of her belongings, and it's extremely difficult to get her to give back anything that's already in her possession.

“That's a feasible method.” She instinctively clutched her pocket, then decisively refused: “However, I refuse.”

With a deposit of 30 million, the player should definitely take it all!

"I choose to defeat them directly."

Zen Monastery: "..." What a waste of breath.

"You can kill the 'Astral Body' all by yourself, under the protection of Six-Eyed and the Cursed Spirit Manipulator?"

Zen Monk Shen Er looked her up and down suspiciously, a smirk playing on his lips, and a mocking snort escaped his nose.

He admitted that she had some skill; with those strange and unusual gadgets to aid her in battle, even he was at a disadvantage.

They are in the open, she is in the shadows. Using some strategies would be more effective. Is it too overconfident to directly confront those two top combatants in the world of sorcery?

Come on, kid, you're now also known as a "cursed master," can't you be a little more insidious in your actions...?

Zenji's lips twitched, but faced with the man's self-righteous expression, he shrugged helplessly.