While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Chapter 179 Duruf

Haibara looked at his empty palms and said with a wry smile, "The problem is we don't have a single point right now. Starting from zero, accumulating 100 points, even just for exorcising cursed spirits, would take..."

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"One hundred cursed spirits."

Nanami Kento picked up where he left off, his tone as calm as if he were giving a weather forecast: "And that's just the theoretical minimum; in reality, it's unlikely to go that smoothly."

"No."

Tianyuan shook his head: "Previously, the cursed spirits were also included in the points, but it was an incomplete rule of death and migration. In the complete rules, cursed spirits are not counted in the points. Only sorcerers and ordinary people are counted in the points. Sorcerers get 5 points and ordinary people get 1 point."

"Didn't they say you have to kill twenty sorcerers to get it?! That's even harder!"

Haibara Yu held his head in his hands, his face falling.

Nanami Kento nodded in agreement: "Moreover, all of our opponents are ancient sorcerers reincarnated from flesh, and each one of them is extremely troublesome!"

Tianyan stood by the table, his gaze fixed on the map of Japan covered by a blood-red barrier. The dark red circles stretched from Tokyo all the way to Kyushu, like a dozen scars branded onto the map.

There's no need to start saving from scratch.

When he spoke, everyone looked over.

Tianyan raised his head, shifting his gaze from the map: "We don't need to kill a hundred cursed spirits or a hundred players ourselves. This Death Migration has been running for a while now, and there must be people in those barriers who have already accumulated enough points."

Nanami Kento's brow twitched slightly: "You mean..."

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"Find players with scores over 100, find them, and force them to use their points."

Tianyan's voice was calm, but his words were cold: "If they refuse to cooperate, let them become part of those points. That way, we can gain points without having to deal with ordinary people. It's more efficient and more in line with our own principles."

Hiromi Hirakawa remained silent for a moment before speaking, "This is indeed the fastest way. Moreover, most of the ancient sorcerers who have survived under these rules are probably not innocent people."

Haibara Yu nodded vigorously: "I agree with Senior Tianyan's plan. Instead of accumulating points one by one, we should go directly to those sorcerers who have already gained a lot of points by killing people. I have no psychological burden at all about doing this."

Nanami Kento adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces before settling on Tenyan: "You already have a target?"

Tianyan shook his head: "There's no specific target yet."

"Then let's go to Sendai."

Tianyuan spoke, then pointed to the area in the northeast of the map: "The area covered by the Death Migration there is much larger than that of other cities, and the fluctuations in curse power are indeed more intense than in other cities, so the possibility of encountering a 100% player is also the highest. Of course, the corresponding risks are also higher."

Tianyan nodded in agreement without saying anything more. He turned around and took a step back towards the passage he had come from. His purple-gold wings unfurled behind him, and the light at the tips of his wings swirled in the dim passage, making his silhouette exceptionally clear.

Riko's voice came from behind him, with a muffled sound as she passed through the narrow passage: "Don't die."

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Tianyan didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth curved slightly: "Don't worry, I'm tough."

The next second, his body sprang up from the ground, his purple-gold wings flapped violently, and he transformed into a dark golden streak of light, flying upwards along the passage at such a speed that he left a thin trail of light in the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye at the bend above the passage.

The wind whistled past his ears, and the dome of the underground passage receded rapidly in his field of vision. The glowing crystals embedded in the walls formed a blurry band of light as he passed by. About ten seconds later, he passed through the open bronze door, flew out of the entrance to the Star Palace, and returned to the ground of the high school.

The greyish-white sky hung low, and an unusual sense of oppression permeated the air. He looked up at the distant horizon and could see a dark red film slowly spreading from the east, like some kind of growing moss crawling across the sky.

Without pausing, Tianyan flapped his wings again, and his body continued to rise, crossing the edge of the high school's barrier and flying towards the northeast.

Sendai is not close, but with the speed of the Heavenly Flame, the distance is compressed to less than an hour. The scenery below changes from the city to the suburbs, and from the suburbs to the continuous mountain range. The mountain range is gradually covered by a layer of dark red mist, like a painting being slowly dyed.

The dark red fog grew thicker and thicker, and the sky changed from grayish-white to a murky dark red, as if someone had smeared a layer of diluted blood under the clouds.

Then, he saw the barrier.

A semi-circular, dark barrier rose from the horizon, like an inverted giant bowl, completely covering the city of Sendai. Fine runes flowed slowly across the surface of the barrier, like countless dark red blood vessels wriggling within a membrane. Compared to the barrier in Osaka, this barrier was thicker, more complete, and had a higher density of runes on its surface.

Tianyan did not slow down; its purplish-gold wings folded slightly as it crashed straight into the barrier.

The moment he made contact, he felt a resistance as if he were passing through a thick film of water. That resistance was several times stronger than the barrier in Osaka. It was as if countless invisible hands were pulling his body from all directions at the same time, trying to bounce him away.

The little helper of the Death Migration appeared beside him, still looking the same. It said, "Yo! I'm the Golden Beetle. Would you like to join the Death Migration?"

"yes!"

The moment Tianyan nodded in agreement, he felt the resistance disappear, and he passed right through!

The moment I passed through the barrier, a completely different feeling washed over me.

The air in Sendai was heavier than outside the barrier, with an unsettlingly thick feel, as if the entire city was being soaked in some kind of invisible liquid.

He hovered in mid-air, his gaze quickly sweeping across the area below. The streets and buildings were still there, but the entire city exuded an indescribable sense of desolation.

Vehicles were parked haphazardly on the main road, some with their doors open, others battered and mangled. Streetlights were askew, and broken signs hung from power lines. The ground was littered with various debris, including overturned bicycles and shattered glass.

Tianyan closed his eyes, and his soul power surged out of his body like a tide, spreading out in all directions along the city's surface. Those sensory tentacles, tempered by the strange fire, were like an invisible net, beginning to explore the Sendai area.

He could sense those low-level spell energy fluctuations; some were spell spirits, some were spellcasters, and some were like the residual aura of ordinary people, scattered throughout the city, like chess pieces falling onto a chessboard.

Then he sensed something different.

In the northern part of the city center, the energy fluctuations in that area were an order of magnitude higher than the surrounding area, like a burning bonfire in the night, conspicuous and intense, carrying an undisguised arrogance and oppressive feeling, as if some being simply disdained to hide its position.

Tianyan opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the northern region. With a gentle flap of his wings, he glided in that direction.

After flying for about two minutes, the scene on the ground began to become even more shocking.

The area he passed through seemed to have been plowed over and over again from the inside by something. Most of the buildings on the street had collapsed, and the remaining ruins were covered with deep cracks. Some cracks even stretched across the entire street, as if they had been repeatedly struck by a heavy, blunt instrument.

Scorched marks were visible everywhere, some left by flames, others by the corrosion of some liquid.

Then he saw the corpses.

Tianyan's body paused in mid-air for a moment, and his altitude decreased slightly.

Below is a school. Judging from the school nameplate on the wall, it should be a public high school. The entire campus looks like an abandoned battlefield, starting from the school gate and extending deep into the playground. Dark red dried liquid is scattered on the ground, like paint that has been splashed and dried.

In the center of the playground, there were densely packed blocks. Tian Yan could tell what they were just by glancing at them from mid-air. The shapes of the blocks were too obvious. Some were long and narrow, some were curled up, and some were scattered around.

The situation inside the teaching building was not much better than the outside.

Through the broken windows, you could see mutilated bodies lying haphazardly in the corridor. Some were hunched over the walls, others were kneeling on the ground, as if they were running away or hiding from death. The walls were covered with dark red handprints and scratches, which stretched intermittently to the end of the corridor and then stopped abruptly.

Tianyan landed at the main entrance of the high school. His shoes made a soft, crisp sound as they stepped on the cracked ground. He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the playground and then over the horrifying traces in the school building corridors. His brows slowly furrowed.

The wounds were too neat.

The edges of the wounds on the corpse lying on the ground were so clean they were almost unbelievable, as if they had been cut by some extremely sharp object. There were no tears, no marks of blunt force trauma, only clean, sharp cuts, as if someone had measured them with a ruler before cutting them off.

"Whoosh!"

A soft sound came from the direction of the main entrance of the teaching building, and Tianyan looked up.

A figure slowly descended from the window on the top floor of the main building, as if something was supporting him as he slowly fell.

He was a thin, elderly Indian man with a withered face, prominent bones, and an unhealthy skin tone, as if he were nearing the end of his life. Several black lines on his face gave him an eerie appearance.

He landed about twenty meters away from Tianyan, stood still, and his cloudy gray eyes stopped on Tianyan, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.

"The school uniform of a vocational college."

Duruf Radawara's voice was hoarse, like a rusty knife dragging across a stone slab: "I was wondering when a proper sorcerer would arrive, but you're slower than I expected."

He paused, his gaze sweeping from the college uniform to the purple-gold wings on Tianyan's back, a hint of interest flashing in his cloudy eyes: "But your wings are rather interesting."

Tianyan ignored his assessment, his gaze sweeping over the other man: "How many people have you killed?"

"That's a good question."

Duluf seemed to be recalling something seriously, then he smiled and said, "I haven't counted the exact number, but adding those from this area before, it's enough."

"How many points do you mean by 'enough'?"

"A little over 100 points."

Druff's tone was as casual as if he were talking about what he ate that day: "Just enough for me to leave this game."

Tianyan's eyes brightened slightly.

Duluf continued, "The rules here are interesting. Everyone starts with zero points, but once you kill enough people, you can leave the game. Yet, ordinary people can accumulate points. I just want to go home, you should understand that..."

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Before his words had even finished, a subtle tremor came through the air, not from sound, but from something more hidden moving.

Tianyan's soul perception detected an unusual signal in that instant.

Two auras appeared simultaneously from mid-air. Their bodies were translucent, almost blending into the sky. They resembled two bats, and their wings made almost no sound when they unfolded. They hovered, as if confirming the location of their target, before swooping down in an arc.

Although he sensed that neither of the two shikigami was targeting Tianyan, Tianyan still jumped up the moment they passed by.

Because he noticed a detail: between the two shikigami, there was an extremely subtle, almost invisible line extending between them!

The object moved through the air with the shikigami's flight, like a taut string. When it passed through the air, it barely disturbed the airflow. If Tianyan's soul power hadn't detected that extremely faint fluctuation of magical power, he would have almost missed it.

"Whoosh."

A very faint sound came from his side. About five meters away, a thick cement pillar was broken in two. The upper part slowly slid down the fracture and hit the ground with a dull thud.

The cut was so smooth it looked like it had been laser-cut.

Tianyan didn't turn around, but he had already confirmed the location and trajectory of the cutting line. There was indeed an invisible thin line connecting the two shikigami, which was why the pillars had been cut open earlier.

Duluf stood on the steps in front of the teaching building, his hands still in that relaxed posture: "Good reaction. As expected, sorcerers are not as easily affected as ordinary people. But sorcerers only get five points? This rule is really unreasonable. It's as if the designer deliberately made sorcerers attack ordinary people."

He extended a finger and gently hooked it in the air. Two more shikigami appeared, changing direction in the air and flying in an interlaced manner. The two invisible lines readjusted their positions and swept over at an even faster speed.

Tianyan lightly touched the ground with his toes and slid several meters to the side. The invisible line cut across the spot where he had just been standing, severing a basketball hoop in half.

He turned to the side, and the line grazed his waist. He tilted his head, and the line passed less than ten centimeters from his ear, creating a very faint gust of air.

He traversed the death trap formed by invisible cutting lines, each movement landing precisely in the gaps between their tracks. Shredded school equipment flew around him, but his body never touched a single line.