Pochi-chan, I used to be a princess.

In the second round of battle, the real person showed his true abilities. The transformed humans became his weapons, transforming into giant tentacle-like monsters that crashed into Nanami Kento.

"Save me."

[Nanami Kento avoided the direct attack, stepped on the tentacle, and heard a cry for help.]

[He lowered his head. A sad face appeared on the surface of the square tentacle, tears flowing from its eyes.]

"Once transformed, there's no way to save them. If attacked, kill them immediately. Don't hesitate. This is for the victim's own good."

The doctor's words echoed in Nanami Kento's ears, and he stared into the tentacle man's eyes in silence.

The real person laughed and said, "Sorry, sorry. I've been practicing for a long time, but my brain's control precision isn't quite there yet. My soul occasionally sweats like this. Don't worry about it. Keep going."

Nanami Kento wiped the cyborg's tears and said coldly, "I don't care. I adhere to the principle of keeping public and private affairs separate at work."

[“Haha, you really can’t lie! Your soul is shaken. What level are you at?”]

“Level 1.”

"No wonder he's so strong. He's the perfect test subject. I'm so lucky."

In an instant, the real person appeared in front of Nanami Kento, pressing his palm against Nanami Kento's abdomen. The transmitted cursed energy made Nanami Kento grimace in pain. He instinctively swung his sword, and the real person jumped back, lifting his calf that had transformed into a horse's leg.

"Did my sudden acceleration scare you? I can also change the form of my soul. Although sorcerers use magical power to protect their bodies, they can't protect their souls. However, it seems you unconsciously used it to protect your soul, otherwise you would be my pawn now. Don't worry, I'll touch you two or three more times, and you won't have to be human anymore."

[Faced with the real person's pursuit, Nanami Kento had no choice but to retreat. During the chase, the two came to a more spacious space.]

Nanami Kento glanced at his watch. The clock pointed to 6, and the minute moved forward to 12.

“I’m sorry, I have to start working overtime.”

Nanami Kento stood up straight, tore off his tie, and wrapped it around his right hand. A will-o'-the-wisp cursed energy blazed in his hand, spreading throughout his body in an instant.

"Overtime? Time-based constraints? He had previously limited his magical power himself."

【The real person determined what happened to Nanami Kento. 】

Nanami Kento unleashes a massive amount of cursed energy from his entire body, revealing the principles behind the technique, and unleashes a decisive killing move.

"Ten-stroke spell! Tile-fall, tile-fall!"

Nanami Kento smashed his fist, wrapped in cursed energy, into the wall. The cursed energy flowed along the wall, destroying a large area of the wall.

[The real person's attention was drawn to the cursed energy running through the wall. Nanami Kento quickly approached and chopped off the real person's calf with his short sword. The real person fell to the ground, and huge rocks fell from above, submerging the real person's body.]

"Mr. Lloyd is amazing."

In an underground clinic somewhere, Huang Hun was lying on the operating table, watching a video while the doctor was performing a bullet removal surgery.

Yoel sat beside her, holding Dusk's hand, Anya dozed off in her arms, and Yuri sat beside her with an unhappy look on his face.

"The powerful one is Nanami Kento. Without that memory, he and I are still two different people."

Huanghun's gaze fell on the screen of the mobile phone. His left hand gently rubbed his temple, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

As the video progressed, Huanghun's head gradually became a little swollen.

Incoherent fragments of memory flashed through my mind, including people who appeared in the video and people who did not appear in the video.

Joel said gently, "Aren't they actually quite similar? It's just the lack of memories. They both love children, are tough on the outside but soft on the inside, are incredibly capable, and are trustworthy. Although I didn't know Mr. Lloyd back then, I can tell he's just as good a man as the current Mr. Lloyd."

Huang Hun forced himself to control his emotions and said to You Er, "Thank you. I'm just trying my best to do what I can."

“It’s amazing that I can do my best to do what I can do.”

"Sister, can I do my best to capture Huanghun?"

"Can't!"

Yoel whispered a lesson to Yuri, while Yuri acted like a good boy in front of Yoel while glaring at Huanghun.

Dusk didn't care about Yuri's thoughts and stretched out his left hand in front of him.

Flames invisible to the naked eye emerged from the skin.

"Is this cursed power?"

Huanghun's mind became very confused.

"I've forgotten my past as a sorcerer? Now, are my memories starting to return?"

Huanghun tried to calm himself down and analyze the reasons for his changes.

First of all, he was sure that a few minutes ago, he had no such thing as cursed power and no memory of being a sorcerer.

So what was this? Was it the Akashic Records? Was it the awakening of memories and powers hidden within?

"What's the use of cursed energy and magic?"

The fourth doubt.

Cursed power and spells, curses and cursed spirits, if these things really exist and can affect real matter, they should have been discovered long ago.

In other words, in the Z world, cursed spirits are species that exist in the Z world, beings in the world of consciousness, cursed power...

Huanghun could feel the cursed energy strengthening his body, although the magnitude was small, but the cursed energy he had extracted at the moment was not much.

'What happened?'

Dusk looked at the video.

He felt that perhaps this video could provide the answer.

Just like the previous inventory video, which showed a scene of the world going back, this inventory video should also have a similar plot that can explain the current situation.

Chapter 32: The Dusk

I didn't have any black clothes, so I opened my mother's closet and put on the first thing I saw. I breathed in the familiar breakfast air and walked the familiar path to school, but today...

Accompanied by a melancholy voice, thick curtains blocked out the light from outside. In the dim room, Yoshino Junpei took out black clothes from the closet and slowly put them on. He opened the door and walked towards school.

“…Ishigami?”

Shirogane Miyuki hallucinates and mistakes Yoshino Junpei for Ishigami Yu.

Same bullying, same half-face covering, same black clothing...

Although they may not be the same person, Shirogane Miyuki can guess Yoshino Junpei's next step based on his past experiences.

He is about to explode. Although he doesn't know what the trigger is, Yoshino Junpei will do something impulsive.

The scene changes to Junpei Yoshino's bedroom. The real person appears intact, holding Junpei Yoshino in his arms. He holds a Sukuna finger and says to Junpei Yoshino, "This thing is called Sukuna. It is a cursed object that can attract curses."

Yoshino Junpei's face was covered with dark circles. He sobbed and asked, "Why is there such a thing in my house?"

The Immortal said, "There are many cursers who make money by cursing people. This is probably the kind of person who does this. As long as you have money and connections, cursing someone to death is easy. Do you have any clues? Are there people who resent you and your mother, or are they some kind of filthy person with money and free time?"

"I can only deceive this kind of brat."

Yuri crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the real person acting with Yoshino Junpei with contempt.

If nothing unexpected happens, it was the real person who placed the cursed object in Yoshinoya to guide Yoshino Junpei to turn evil.

"Did you kill Yoshino Junpei's mother?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Yuri's eyes. He hated the kind of beast that destroyed other people's families the most.

However, he could not deny that it was not surprising that a real person, born out of hatred between people, would do such a thing. It was not only the crime of the real person, but also the sin of tens of thousands of people.

In the school auditorium, a wealthy and free-spirited bully is accepting an award for a piece of work written by someone else.

Not far from the auditorium, the Immortal stood on a rooftop, chanting a mantra: "Born from darkness, from darkness to darkness, all filth and impurities shall be exorcised."

[A dark curtain descended from the sky, covering the academy.]

[Suguru Geto asked: "I'm sorry, Master, I can't leave any traces. What is the effect of the tent?"]

The Immortal said, "Those inside cannot leave. Those outside can come in, but only those with weaker magical powers."

(Tent: A barrier technique, maintained by magical power after chanting an incantation. Ordinary people cannot perceive the tent or its interior. The specific effect and strength depend on the sorcerer. It can restrict entry and exit and block signals.)

Geto Suguru: Gojo Satoru's only close friend. The two are considered the strongest. He is skilled in the art of manipulating cursed spirits. After experiencing the ugliness of human nature, the sacrifice of his junior, and the pressure of devouring cursed spirits, he came up with the idea of killing all non-magicians and creating a world where only magicians exist and no cursed spirits appear.

After witnessing the unjust and brutal assault of two girls with magical powers by ignorant villagers, he massacred 114 of them and defected, attracting a group of like-minded sorcerers to join him and form the Geto Gang. The members bonded closely, treating each other like family. To stay true to his path, Geto personally killed his parents, who lacked magical powers.

(Curse Spirit Manipulation: A technique that allows you to take a subdued curse spirit and manipulate it freely. By using the Extreme Whirlpool on a curse spirit of level one or above, you can extract the curse spirit's magic and transfer it to your own body.

When absorbing the cursed spirit, it needs to be turned into a black ball and then swallowed from the mouth. According to Geto Suguru himself, this process is like swallowing a rag that has been used to wipe vomit and is thrown into the sewer.

During his lifetime, Geto Suguru possessed over five thousand cursed spirits.)

"Suguru Geto..."

Huanghun covered his head with his hands, and the fragments that emerged from his memory were about such a person. He was his senior, one of the four special-grade sorcerers.

Yoel said angrily: "That's too much. He actually killed his own parents for such an inexplicable reason."

Huang Hun's eyes were complicated. "He pushed himself too hard, insisting on righteousness without any selfish motives. Once his faith collapses, things will backfire. And, can you imagine? There's only one academy in this city that trains sorcerers, and that academy has less than 10 students. And these students are responsible for exterminating cursed spirits while they're in school."

Yoel asked in surprise, "With less than 10 people in one academy, how could the number of sorcerers in the Eastern Kingdom reach 1?"

Huang Hun shook his head: "I'm afraid there are not even 1000 people."

"It's outrageous. 1000 people are responsible for a country with a population of over million. The stronger the sense of responsibility, the more likely it is to go crazy."

Yuri immediately understood Geto Suguru's behavior.

The cursed spirits eat the same flavor as a rag thrown into the sewer to wipe up vomit every day, and they have to endure the pressure of destroying the cursed spirits and the malice of humans...

It’s exactly as Huanghun said. If I didn’t have such a strong sense of responsibility, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

Yuri suddenly realized the blind spot: "How do you know? The video of these things hasn't been played yet."

Huanghun tapped his forehead and said, "My memories are here. These are fragments of memories. They are all my memories as a sorcerer."

"Born from darkness, from darkness to darkness, all filth and residue will be eradicated."

As he spoke, dusk chanted the spell for the tent.

Black silt fell from the sky, forming a pitch-black tent that enveloped the house where the four people were.

Yuri walked to the window, but saw nothing. The environment outside was no different from usual.

"This way we'll be safe. At least for a short period of time, we won't have to worry about being found by the secret police."

Humming his fingers, he looked at the dark barrier outside the window and was surprised himself.

Just a gesture and a spell were needed to create such a supernatural phenomenon, which was unimaginable to him in the past.

[In the school enclosed by the tent, the real person appears with his upper body naked behind Itadori Yuji. His right arm turns into a mace and his left arm turns into a pile driver. He raises his right arm and smashes it towards Itadori Yuji.]

At this moment, Nanami Kento suddenly appeared, swinging his sword to parry Masato's attack. Masato leaped back, retreating a distance, and restored his deformed arms to their original form. He greeted Nanami Kento nonchalantly, "Hey, you're still alive and kicking, Master Shichisan. It seems we're all okay, thank goodness. How about a hug to celebrate our reunion?"

Nanami Kento noticed Masato's nosebleed and immediately asked Itadori Yuji, "Itadori-san, what's going on with his nosebleed?"

[Yuji Itadori replied: "I beat him."]

[After questioning Itadori Yuji, Nanami Kento immediately came to the conclusion: 'The first possibility is that his technique is ineffective against Itadori-san. The second possibility is that he has his reasons for not being able to kill Itadori-san. Either way, it's in our favor.']

"We created opportunities for each other, constantly attacked him, and completely eliminated him here."

【"good!"】

Chapter 33 Concept Creation [Spell Spirit]

The real man kept changing his form, fighting one against two, but in the end he was still at a disadvantage. Nanami Kento's short sword hit the real man's head fiercely. Itadori Yuji followed up with his attack from the other side, smashing his fist into the real man's head.

[The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, launched a relentless barrage of blows, much like a World Table Tennis Championships final. The real person was the ping-pong ball, being knocked around like a ping-pong ball, unable to even fight back.]

“Is this death?”

[The real person felt the taste of near death and became extremely crazy.]

[“I can now expand my domain and enclose myself in a circle!”]