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

The two rushed into the apartment building. The stairwell was filled with dust and the lingering scent of cursed energy. There were several cracks on the walls, as if something had forced the entire building apart from the inside.

Haibara Yu, panting as he ran, said, "This scene... what kind of enemy is Natsuyu-senpai fighting up there?"

Nanami did not answer, but his brows furrowed even more.

The two rushed to the corresponding floor in one go. Fortunately, the sorcerer had extraordinary physical fitness and could also amplify his magic power. Otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome to climb these dozen or so floors. It would have been slow and tiring, and it would have been completely unknown how much combat power he would have left!

If you choose to take the elevator... having to wait for the elevator in such a critical situation is just too embarrassing!

The corridor was a mess.

There were several large holes in the walls, all the light tubes on the ceiling were shattered, glass shards were scattered all over the floor, and there were several puddles of black liquid on the ground, slowly evaporating and emitting a pungent smell.

The doors to several rooms in the corridor were gone, leaving only empty door frames with jagged edges, as if they had been blown open from the inside by something.

Nanami and Haibara Yu stopped in front of the door.

Then they saw the scene inside the room, which was also a mess. An entire wall on the outside had almost completely disappeared, and cold wind was howling outside.

Xia Youjie sat on the sofa in the center of the room, playing with his phone with both hands. He was relaxed, calm, and even had a faint smile on his lips.

His uniform was dusty, but he looked completely uninjured, and even his breathing was steady, as if he had just finished a warm-up exercise.

Beside him, near the outer edge, a curse master dressed in a white uniform and wearing a black mask was enveloped by a huge, jellyfish-like curse spirit.

The cursed spirit's body was soft and elastic, trapping the curse master inside like an insect in amber.

The curse master struggled desperately, but with each effort, the cursed spirit's body would contract more tightly, compressing his space to move smaller and smaller.

What made him even more desperate was—

On the surface of the jellyfish cursed spirit's body, there were several large and small red lips rubbing against his face, neck, and arms.

The red lips on the cursed spirit's head are truly terrifying! They're so big they could easily swallow its head whole!

The curse caster's face was covered in cold sweat. Even though his mask hadn't been rubbed off, you could still see a distorted, terrified face underneath.

His pupils were dilated, his cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and he was making intermittent, indistinct sounds. His body language showed that he was resisting with all his might!

"Let...let me go..."

The cursed spirit didn't let go of him; instead, it rubbed against him even harder.

"Give me a kiss! Hey! Give me a kiss!"

The eerie voice of the cursed spirit echoed in the room, carrying a rhythm that sent chills down one's spine.

The curse master's expression finally broke down, and he looked extremely disheveled.

"Spare me! Please! I'll never be a curse caster again! I want to go back to my hometown and farm! I have an eighty-year-old mother to support!"

His voice was hoarse and tearful, and he was trembling inside the cursed spirit's body.

Xia Youjie tilted his head, looked at him, and said calmly, "What did you say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you."

The curse caster paused for a second: "The wind's too strong?! Where's the wind coming from now! Didn't you hear that?!"

Xia Youjie tilted his head again, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile: "No, I didn't hear that."

The curse caster's face flushed crimson, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell: "Are you going to let me go or not! Otherwise, when my captain arrives, you won't have a chance!"

Xia Youjie did not answer.

He didn't even glance at the curse master again, but turned his head to look at the doorway.

"Nanami-kun, Haibara-kun."

His voice was gentle, with just the right amount of warmth: "You've arrived."

Nanami Kento bowed slightly: "Senior Natsuyou."

Haibara Yu stood beside him, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, looking like a statue.

His gaze fell on the cursed spirit, then on the curse master enveloped by the cursed spirit, and then on those red lips that were rubbing against each other. His lips twitched.

"Natsuyou-senpai... what kind of cursed spirit is this? It looks terrifying!"

Haibara Yu's expression was somewhat subtle. "What is it doing?"

Xia Youjie followed his gaze and then smiled.

The smile was gentle, even harmless.

But for some reason, both Nanami and Haibara Yu felt a chill down their backs at the same time.

"It's just about exchanging feelings," Xia Youjie said. "It's rather...passionate."

The curse caster let out a desperate wail from inside: "This is what you call exchanging feelings?! This is harassment! This is a crime! I'm calling the police!"

Xia Youjie ignored him.

Haibara Yu scratched his head speechlessly: "If we call the police, he'll probably be the first one arrested!"

Nanami Kento was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low, steady voice: "Natsuyou-senpai, is he the only enemy here?"

"At present, yes."

Xia Youjie nodded: "There's another one downstairs, Wu is handling it."

Haibara Yu exclaimed "Ah!" as if remembering something: "Oh right, what about Gojo-senpai's side! We heard a lot of noise over there on the way, and we were thinking of going to check it out, but then we thought that Gojo-senpai probably didn't need any support, so..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The curse master, enveloped by the jellyfish spirit, had his eyes light up the moment he heard the name "Gojo Satoru".

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The curse master burst into laughter, the sound muffled by the pressure of the cursed spirits, but his smugness remained undiminished.

"You're lucky you didn't go over there! If you had, you'd all be corpses by now!"

Haibara Yu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"That means!"

The curse caster drawled, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "Our Q organization's strongest member is over there! That brat named Gojo Satoru is probably sliced ​​into pieces by now!"

His laughter grew louder and more unrestrained, and he trembled with laughter inside the jellyfish curse spirit's body.

"Once the strongest one has dealt with him, he'll come over here. Then none of you will escape!"

"Hahahaha! Cough cough..."

I laughed so hard that I choked on my own saliva.

Haibara looked at him with a somewhat subtle expression, unsure of what to say.

Nanami Kento stood to the side, expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Xia Youjie's expression didn't change at all; even the curve of his lips remained the same.

He simply took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.

Then, with a mix of helplessness and amusement, he flipped the phone over, turning the screen towards the curse master.

"Is this the person you're talking about?"

The curse caster's laughter stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened, his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the expression on his face changed from smugness to shock, and from shock to a bewildered state as if his worldview had collapsed.

There is a photograph on the screen.

Satoru Gojo stood in the middle of the street, hands in his pockets, head tilted, a bright smile on his face, and a V sign with his right hand.

His college coat was open, revealing a white shirt underneath, with two buttons undone at the collar. He looked like he had just come from a party, not a battle.

And behind him...

A person wearing a white uniform and a black mask was slumped against the wall.

The man's uniform was covered in dust and bloodstains, and his mask hung askew on his ears, revealing a bruised and swollen face underneath.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, his pupils were unfocused, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked like he had been thrown off a building and then stomped on.

Judging from the style of his uniform and the color of his mask, he belongs to the same organization as the curse master shrouded in jellyfish curse spirit.

Organization Q.

"This, this is..."

The curse caster's voice trembled, his lips quivered, and he could barely utter a single word, "This is the strongest... no, this isn't right... how could he possibly lose..."

Xia Youjie tilted his head and moved the phone screen closer to him.

"Take a closer look, is that him?"

The curse master's eyes were fixed on the screen, on the bruised and swollen face, on the white uniform, and on the crooked mask.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed.

Then his expression underwent an extremely subtle change, from bewilderment to embarrassment, from embarrassment to guilt, and from guilt to a kind of ingratiating smile.

"that......"

His voice became cautious: "I was just... joking."

He paused, then a smile that looked more like a grimace spread across his face.

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"