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

"I recommend that we both run in opposite directions."

"Split up? There's no need."

Ankagi looked at the confident Zenin Naoya speechlessly: "Hey! Didn't you just try it?! It didn't work at all!"

"But the line of thinking you just mentioned is correct."

Naoya interrupted her, his tone more serious this time: "If the speed of the trapped person exceeds the speed at which the cursed spirits piece together the space, the domain will collapse. The problem is simply that the speed is not fast enough."

He took a step forward and casually stretched out his hand, as if sensing the air.

"With my development, my technique can now achieve speed-stacking!"

The songstress paused slightly.

She knew something about this. Zenin Naoya's technique, "Projection Spell," was known for its speed, but unlike ordinary physical enhancement, his technique had a special accumulation mechanism. The speed could continue to increase as the number of times it was cast increased, theoretically without any upper limit!

This is why Zenin Naohito, another owner of this technique, is currently the holder of the title of "fastest" in the world of jutsu!

"You think I ran that lap for nothing?"

"I've already figured out the speed of spatial transformation. With my projection spells, the speeds are superimposed. How could mere spatial manipulation possibly keep up with me?"

"Watch closely, songstress."

Naoya's lips curled into an arrogant smile: "Let me show you what a genius from the Zenin family really looks like!"

"Wait! Naoya!"

Before the songstress could finish speaking, the boy's figure had already vanished from the spot!

"Hello!!"

This time is different.

As the speed increased, the songstress could clearly feel the airflow in the corridor becoming turbulent, the floor vibrating at an increasingly higher frequency, and even the dust on the walls beginning to fall in fine flakes.

The first layering, the second, the third... the curse power, carrying kinetic energy, is like a bowstring that has been repeatedly drawn taut, with each cycle layering on top of the previous one.

The walls of the corridor began to shake slightly.

The songstress instinctively took a half step back and braced herself against the wall with one hand.

Click.

It sounded like something breaking, very soft, yet incredibly clear.

Then came a chain reaction: the patterns in the corridor began to malfunction, the white marks on the third door on the left split into two, the shadows of the handrails overlapped on the floor, and the entire space trembled like a crumpled piece of paper, trying to unfold but unable to do so.

Wow!

The barrier has collapsed!

It collapsed completely!

The corridor suddenly extended, revealing its true form: an ordinary corridor less than twenty meters long, ending at a staircase, with sunlight slanting down from the skylight on the second floor.

Naoya stopped in the middle of the corridor, caught his breath, and then laughed loudly, "How about that! My method really worked!"

boom!

With a loud bang, a huge red cursed spirit burst through the roof of the house from bottom to top, stretching out its massive hand toward the sky.

The two people, whose attention had been drawn, looked up at the broken ceiling.

Above that, a black figure stood in mid-air, with a pair of purple-gold flowing bone wings unfolding behind him, dazzling in the sunlight.

"Oh? So you're still alive."

Zenji Naoya looked up at the black figure standing against the light, its bone wings spread, and purple-gold light blazing in the sunlight.

With black hair and black armor, its purple-gold bone wings gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its wingspan exceeding three meters. Its skeleton was made of black iron-colored bone spikes, and its membrane was a semi-transparent magical energy. From afar, it looked like a ferocious beast that had flown out of mythology.

He knows this person.

No, it's not just about knowing each other.

He knows it all too well!

He squinted, then spoke slowly and deliberately: "Zen, Academy, Heaven, Flame!"

Zenji Naoya uttered the name, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an indescribable mix of emotions—surprise, but more so, a clear displeasure hidden in every word.

He looked away from the wings, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you doing here?"

With one hand in his pocket and the other pointing vaguely at the cursed spirit, his tone lacked any hint of surprise, instead carrying a sense of skepticism: "You're not here to steal the credit, are you?"

Tianyan slowly descended from the sky, his bone wings retracting and dissipating into tiny specks of light. He stood on the remaining roof tiles, looking down at Zhiya standing in the corridor, and then at the enormous red cursed spirit that had emerged from the ground, baring its fangs and claws.

He paused for a moment, then exhaled: "...I'm here to save you."

The tone was very flat, so flat that it sounded like he was talking about something trivial, but you could vaguely hear a sense of speechlessness.

"Help me?"

Naoya repeated the two words, as if he had heard some strange joke, a smirk playing on his lips, that arrogant arc firmly settling on his face: "Zen-in Ten'en, are you kidding me? I haven't even finished searching this dilapidated house, why would I need rescue?"

"There's a limit to joking!"

Before Tianyan could speak, another voice suddenly came from the front door. It was bright and had a hint of laughter; it was Ieiri Shoko's voice.

"Songstress-senpai!"

She peeked halfway through the door, squinting as she looked up. When she spotted the familiar figure with twin tails and a shrine maiden's outfit, she visibly relaxed: "Are you alright? I've come to rescue you~"

"Glass!"

While watching the two talking in confusion, Anka heard a familiar voice, turned her head and saw Shoko downstairs. She subconsciously responded, and there was genuine surprise in her voice!

She lifted her skirt, jogged across the corridor, rushed down the stairs, and dashed to Shoko, embracing her tightly: "You're here!"

Ankagi's voice choked with emotion: "I'm really...so moved..."

Just as she was immersed in the joy of seeing her friend, she suddenly realized that what Shoko had said earlier seemed to be "I'll save you," which seemed a bit off.

Anka-hime lifted her head from Shoko's shoulder, blinked, and looked somewhat bewildered: "Save who? Save me? Why save me?"

Shoko looked at her and sighed, "What are you talking about, senpai? You've been missing for two days already, of course I'm here to rescue you."

Ankagi frowned, as if trying to digest the meaning of those words. She released Shoko, took a half step back, and her gaze swept back and forth between Shoko and Tenen before finally settling on Shoko's face.

"Two days?"

She repeated the word, her tone uncertain: "Didn't I just come in... half an hour ago?"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt that something was not quite right. First of all, Shoko would not usually go on missions casually, and although she had never seen the handsome guy on the roof, since he was acting with Shoko, he must be from Tokyo High School.

Prior to this mission, she had not received any notification of a joint operation between the two schools, so there must be only one truth!

"well!!!"

"It's really been two days already!"

Seeing the date displayed on Shoko's phone, Anka exclaimed in surprise, "So Shoko, you weren't joking!"