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

The main gate of the college.

Tenyan got out of the car that was assisting the supervisor, stood at the door, and looked up at the plaque that read "Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Higher Specialized School".

Sunlight streamed down from above, illuminating the gray stone walls and bathing the entire building in a pale golden glow.

He paused for a moment as he reached the door.

Inside the door, a familiar figure stood against the wall.

Her long, blue-white hair was tied in a high ponytail, with two strands of bangs falling to the sides of her face, shimmering with a silvery-blue luster in the sunlight. She wore a white shirt, fitted women's suit pants, and black high-heeled boots, making her look both chic and capable.

But what's most eye-catching is what she's holding.

A huge axe.

It was entirely black, with densely packed runes engraved on its surface. It gleamed with a dark luster in the sunlight. The axe blade was half a meter wide, with a gleaming edge that could reflect a person's image.

Mingming planted the axe on the ground, placed his hands on the top of the axe handle, tilted his head, and looked at Tianyan who walked in.

"Oh, my beloved president."

She spoke first, her voice low and languid, as if she had been waiting for a long time but wasn't in a hurry at all: "You're back?"

Tianyan's gaze swept over her, finally settling on the enormous axe: "Senior Sister Mingming..."

"Are you dressed like that... getting ready for a mission?"

"Missions? I don't do missions anymore. The college is no longer relevant to me."

Mingming spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She picked up the axe, spun it in the air, and then slammed it back onto the ground with a dull thud.

"I'm just here waiting for you."

"Wait for me? Wait for me for what?"

Mingming picked up the axe from the ground, hoisted it onto her shoulder, tilted her head to look at him, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes: "You were summoned by the director's department, weren't you? I learned a little about the situation through my own channels."

"While the exact details are unclear, this matter seems to concern you and the Panxing Cult, and the higher-ups appear to have a negative attitude towards it!"

"So you might be in a bit of trouble this time."

"It would be a real shame if this affected our small business."

As she said this, her eyes narrowed, and a murderous look appeared on her face.

Tianyan glanced at the huge axe on her shoulder, then at her fully armed appearance, and his lips twitched slightly.

"So, Senior Mingming."

His voice was calm: "You wouldn't... be planning to join me in taking down this college, would you?"

Mingming blinked, then burst out laughing.

The laughter echoed through the empty campus, carrying an irrepressible joy.

"Tianyan Jun, what nonsense are you talking about?"

She patted Tianyan on the shoulder, her tone as casual as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary: "I'm just here to deliver intelligence to you and watch the show."

She paused, put the axe off her shoulder, and planted it on the ground again: "And if you really want to overthrow the college, that's not impossible, but let's make it clear first, I'll run if things get bad."

"I'm a freelance sorcerer, I have no obligation to risk my life for anyone. I may like money, but I have no intention of dying for it."

"After all, the most painful thing for a person is to die with money left unspent!"

Tianyan looked at that matter-of-fact face and remained silent for a moment: "...You really are my good senior."

"Of course."

"I have connections overseas, and I can start a new chapter in our business at any time!"

Tianyan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Even in that state, you still want to do business?"

Mingming said matter-of-factly, "Why not do legitimate business? It's stupid not to make money!"

She smiled and pulled a folded piece of paper from her trench coat pocket, handing it to Tianyan: "This is some information from the director's department. I got it through some channels. It's not complete, but it should be useful to you."

Tianyan took the paper, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

The paper was covered with names, dates, and some brief notes.

He frowned slightly, then folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

Thanks.

"You're welcome."

"Tianyan-kun, hang in there. I believe you can handle this. No, for the sake of business, you must handle it."

Tianyan:......

Mingming picked up the axe from the ground, turned around and walked into the campus. After taking two steps, she stopped and glanced at him sideways.

"By the way, Lord Tianyan."

"Um?"

"Another order for our business has come in, this time it's..."

Tianyan raised a hand, interrupting her: "Senior Sister Mingming."

"Um?"

"I just got back from outside, and I have to meet with the management team later. Could you give me a break?"

Mingming glanced at him, the corners of her mouth curving wider: "Alright, then you can take a break for now."

She turned and continued walking forward, the axe reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight.

"But don't take too long."

Her voice drifted from ahead: "Orders wait for no one, and money waits for no one."

Tianyan stood at the entrance, watching her figure disappear into the depths of the campus. He knew this was Mingming's way of showing concern, and he felt a warmth in his heart.

......

The Department of Curses and Spells.

This is an ancient building hidden deep within the barrier of the college. On the outside, it looks like an ordinary old-style official residence with gray and white stone walls, dark brown tiled roof, and two meticulously trimmed black pines planted at the entrance.

But if you get closer, you can feel the heavy, oppressive feeling emanating from deep within the building, making it hard to breathe.

It's not a curse.

It is power.

For centuries, the highest decision-making power in the world of sorcery has been in the hands of the people in this building. They set the rules, they assign tasks, and they decide the life, death, honor, and disgrace of a sorcerer.

Tianyan stood at the doorway and looked up at the heavy bronze door.

There was no sign or any markings on the door, but every sorcerer knew where this place was.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was a long corridor with several old ink paintings hanging on the walls on both sides. They depicted landscapes, but the ink had darkened and it was not easy to see what they were about.

At the end of the corridor was a double wooden door, which was closed, but a faint light shone through the crack.

Tianyan walked to the door, took a deep breath, and then pushed it open.

Behind the door was a spacious conference room.

The interior was dimly lit, and instead of the electric lights commonly used in this modern age, many candles were lit around the room.

In the center of the room was a chair, and in front of it was a long, tall table with a dark solid wood tabletop that was polished to a mirror-like finish, reflecting people's images.

Looking at the layout, Tianyan felt it resembled the setup of a court or similar judicial institution.

The conference table was large, and many people could sit behind it, but each seat was blocked by a curtain, and people could only tell whether someone was there by the shadows cast by the candlelight.

Using the swaying shadows as a guide, Tianyan observed that there were seven or eight people.