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

Tianyan stood in the shade of the trees, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the rather flamboyant gold and white church-like building not far away.

The headquarters of the Panxing Sect.

At least this is their official base. Tianyan couldn't understand why a cult could make their base so blatant that ordinary people could find it without even having to ask around.

He stroked his chin, feeling that the members of the Panxing Cult seemed to be very wealthy, otherwise they wouldn't have built such a grand building.

Tianyan has been standing here for a long time.

He didn't rush inside.

It wasn't out of fear, but because we were waiting for news.

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

Just then, a message popped up.

Upon opening the message, I saw it was from Senior Sister Mingming: Two curse masters had invaded the school, but they have now been dealt with.

Two curse masters still accepted the 30 million bounty, so wouldn't your bounty offer have been completely ineffective?

He put his phone back in his pocket, looked up, and his gaze fell once again on the gray building.

Just then, I heard footsteps beside me, neither too loud nor too soft, with a leisurely rhythm, like someone taking a walk after dinner.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a middle-aged man with a chestnut-colored haircut walked over.

He was wearing dark gray work clothes and dusty work boots, looking like a worker who had just finished working on a construction site. His hairstyle was distinctive, resembling a chestnut from a distance. He had a carefree smile on his face, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"Hey, buddy."

The middle-aged man with the chestnut-shaped haircut asked casually, with an air of familiarity, "You also took on that mission?"

Tianyan noticed his right hand.

The tiger's mouth and the side of the index finger on that hand had thick calluses, marks left from years of holding a knife. Although his steps were unsteady, the distance between each step was exactly the same, a habit of being able to react at any time in case of an emergency.

More importantly, he possesses magical power.

Tianyan turned his head, pulled down his hood, and looked at the building again, his tone indifferent: "What mission? I was just wandering around here."

He changed his clothes this time. He took off his college jacket and put on a black hooded sweatshirt, pulling the hood up to cover most of his face, and wearing a pair of cheap sunglasses he bought from a convenience store.

The middle-aged man grinned, revealing a row of slightly yellowed teeth: "Stop pretending, young man, you've been standing here for almost an hour!"

"You are a curse caster too, aren't you?"

He stepped forward and patted Tianyan's shoulder with his thick hand. The force was considerable; an ordinary person might have been knocked off balance, but Tianyan didn't budge an inch, not even his shoulder swayed.

The uncle's eyes lit up slightly, but he quickly regained his honest smile: "Appearing here at this time, I guess you must have accepted that 100 million yen bounty mission, right? Destroy the Panxing Cult, dismantle this religious group, 100 million yen!"

"To get 100 million just by dealing with a group of ordinary people without any magical power—only a fool wouldn't take advantage of such a windfall!"

Tianyan's lips curved slightly.

"Are you here for this mission too?" He glanced at the older man.

"Of course!"

The middle-aged man patted his chest forcefully, making a dull thud. "One hundred million! That's enough for me to eat and drink for years! Who would still do that thirty million assassination mission involving asteroids? It's dangerous, troublesome, and you have to go head-to-head with people from the vocational college. Only a lunatic would do that!"

The chestnut-haired uncle chuckled: "I've heard quite a few people have taken on this 100 million mission. After all, destroying a religious group sounds simple, but it's actually quite complicated. Who knows if there are any hidden experts inside?"

He paused, leaned closer, and lowered his voice: "And bro, don't you find it strange? A non-magician group has a higher bounty than the Assassin Starmash. There must be something wrong with that."

I reckon there must be curse masters lurking in the shadows. Otherwise, those who put up the bounty aren't stupid; why would they just hand over a hundred million for nothing?

Tianyan looked at his honest face, and the corners of his mouth curved up even more.

"so?"

So that's why!

The middle-aged man put his arm around Tianyan's shoulder, the movement as natural as two old friends chatting: "Let's work together! The two of us can do this mission together, and we'll split the 100 million, 50 million each! How about it?"

"Isn't this much more worthwhile than doing that 30 million mission? And with two people together, even if there really is some curse master stationed there, we won't be afraid!"

Tianyan looked down at the rough hand resting on his shoulder, then looked up at the uncle's smiling face.

"OK."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and his smile widened even more: "Great! I love working with young people like you, quick and decisive!"

He released his grip, took a half step back, pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and laid it on the tree trunk beside him.

It was a simple, hand-drawn map, the lines crooked but the markings were very detailed. The first floor was an abandoned hall, the second to fifth floors were prayer and office areas, and the entrances and exits, window locations, floor-to-floor layouts, and even the direction of the ventilation ducts on each floor were clearly marked.

"I drew this when I was scouting the location."

The man pointed to the map with his finger: "Go through the main entrance and the kitchen, and you'll find the staircase. From there, you can go all the way to the fifth floor. The patriarch of this organization usually lives in the office on the top floor. If you want to dismantle this kind of organization, you definitely have to start with the top leader."

Tianyan glanced at the map, then at the uncle's serious face, and nodded.

"Let's do it that way."

"Okay!" The uncle folded the map back up and put it in his pocket, then took a step toward the building.

Then he stopped again.

"By the way, young man, my name is Yamamoto, you can just call me Uncle Yamamoto. And you?"

Yamamoto? I'll tell you, you're a god...

"Sato." Tenyan remained expressionless.

"Sato?"

Yamamoto smiled and said, "Alright, Sato-kun, let's go."

Then he pointed to one side of the Panxing Sect: "Let's go over there. There's a ventilation shaft on the side; we can go that way..."

Tianyan turned around in the direction he was pointing. He had been facing away from the Panxing Sect's headquarters because he was looking at the simple map, so he naturally had to turn around now.

As he turned his body to the side, Yamamoto's gaze fell on a certain spot on his back.

Then he moved.

Without any warning or preparatory stance, he pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and a short knife was already in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly, clearly extremely sharp.

He took a step forward, thrusting his short sword straight at Tianyan.

It was fast, the angle was tricky, and the tip of the knife was precisely aimed at the heart.

This one cut is enough to pierce through an ordinary person's body!