Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

Mashiro stood by the window, looking outside.

In the misty rain, dozens of faint traces of magical energy emerged from every corner of the city, as if being pulled by something, slowly flowing towards the school.

The seal on Su Nuo's fingers is becoming increasingly loose, attracting not only the big guys, but also many of these small fry.

But whatever, it's just a small fish. Consider it a dessert before Sukuna comes out.

"Let's clean up these small fry today and make things a little easier that day," she said softly, casually drawing a smiley face on the fogged-up glass.

From Tokyo to Sendai, she fought several fierce battles and absorbed a lot of curse power. Now, the quality and quantity of curse power in her body are much greater than before.

It's no longer a district.

Moreover, ever since she leveled up to level two, she has felt that something is different. Not only has she gained more magical power, but some of her physical abilities have also evolved.

Let's go out and test it out. It seems that Congyu has also been upgraded.

She slung her zither case over her shoulder, her hand touching the hilt of Cong Yu's knife. The blade trembled slightly, as if it had become an extension of her arm.

Today's target is the abandoned shrine in the northwest of the school; there are more than just one or two cursed spirits there.

The shrine had been neglected and unattended for a long time, and was dilapidated with a crooked torii gate and broken stone lanterns on the ground.

Moreover, Mashiro saw more than just these; in the courtyard of the shrine, there were at least thirty cursed spirits densely packed together.

Most of them were fly heads, slowly wriggling. A dozen or so level three creatures darted among the ruins, and there were also five or six level two creatures, each with a different shape and exuding a lot of resentment.

Surprisingly, they didn't fight each other; instead, they huddled together, roaring and all looking towards the school.

"They're all gathered together, perfect." Mashiro gripped the scabbard, pushed it open an inch with his thumb to reveal the gleaming blade, and walked up the stone steps and into the torii gate.

Almost the instant their feet touched the ground, all the cursed spirits in the courtyard stopped, and an eerie silence enveloped the shrine.

"Hey, you little minions, your Terminator is here!" The white-haired man's provocation was highly effective.

All the cursed spirits turned to face her simultaneously, their resentment reaching its peak at that moment.

"Huh? Just watching?" Mashiro slowly stopped, tied up her silver hair, then drew her Rainbow Sword and held it horizontally in front of her. "If you guys don't come, I'm going to come over."

The air froze for a second.

The first level-three cursed creature became agile. Like a wild dog twisting its body, its hind legs curled up, it suddenly lunged forward with its blood-red maw wide open. Immediately afterward, more than a dozen level-three cursed creatures pounced from different directions simultaneously. The level-two cursed creatures behind it also began to gather their strength, while the fly-like creatures prepared to flee.

"Don't run away, you're such a spoilsport!"

A flash of silver light, and the first cursed spirit that pounced in front of her was split in two. The black smoke was absorbed by Cong Yu. She then activated her curse power, and dozens of spatial rifts appeared, annihilating all the fly heads.

"Hmm, spatial cutting is perfect for clearing out the mobs." Mashiro nodded in satisfaction, almost like she was cosplaying Sukuna.

Undeterred by their companion's instant death, more attacks followed.

One on her left bit her leg, another on her right grabbed her waist, and another leaped high up and pounced down directly in front of her.

The three sides are sandwiched together.

Mashiro turned to the side, letting the sharp teeth on her left side graz her thigh without cutting a wound. At the same time, she swung her sword with her right hand, severing the claw that was grabbing at her from the right. Then she lowered her head, and the claw above her missed its target, but then more attacks struck her.

Click, click, the Falun above my head is spinning.

But the effect of the adaptation surprised Mashiro; she was able to adapt to multiple different attacks at the same time.

Previously, if Falun was hit by multiple different attacks at the same time, it would be overwhelmed.

But now her adaptability is like it's divided into several areas, simultaneously analyzing and adapting.

"I can adapt to multiple attacks at the same time." The thought flashed through her mind.

Just as she was rejoicing over her upgraded abilities, she was struck by the attacks of those charged level-two cursed spirits.

"It hurts, you bastard." She reached out, and several flames shot out, attaching themselves to the level two cursed spirits.

"Aow!" The level two cursed spirits scrambled and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but to no avail.

"Come on, let me get used to it a little longer. When I'm done getting used to it, you will all die."

With a sweeping motion, Cong Yu cleaved two attacking level three creatures in half at the waist. The powerful curse energy emanating from the blade surged into her body, further enhancing her abilities.

More cursed spirits surged up—five, eight, ten.

It bites, scratches, rams, spits acid, and stabs out of the shadows.

Mashiro moved among them, not trying to completely dodge, but rather controlling which attacks hit her.

He took the impact head-on to his left shoulder, feeling the blunt force of the blow; his right leg was grazed by the acid, recording the corrosive pain; and his back was deliberately scratched by the shadow thorns, analyzing the chilling curse power.

Each time she is hit by a new attack, Falun records one more attack. With each new attack recorded, her resistance increases, and her physical strength increases further.

At first, her wounds increased, and blood stained her clothes red, but soon the situation began to change, and their attacks could no longer cause effective damage.

Meanwhile, Mashiro was constantly wielding the Murasame sword, slashing, chopping, sweeping, and stabbing.

Faster, more accurate, and more ruthless.

Each flash of silver light produced several plumes of black smoke. Cong Yu absorbed the curse power at an increasingly rapid pace.

She could sense that Cong Yu's special attack ability against cursed spirits had become stronger. Before, it was a bit difficult to cut through level two spirits, but now it was as easy as cutting paper.

Its ability to sever curse power has also increased; it can easily cleave away some ranged attacks that are not strong enough with a single slash.

Soon after, the last moth spirit swooped down with a shriek, scattering scales mixed with hypnotic powder.

Mashiro jumped back half a step, and Murasame swept the moth from bottom to top, slicing it open from its abdomen to its back.

The courtyard became quiet.

The ground was a mess, and the stench of the more than thirty cursed spirits filled the air before they quickly dissipated into the world.

Mashiro stood in the center of the courtyard, leaning on her sword, and took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down.

She looked at herself; her clothes were torn in many places and bleeding, but they were all superficial wounds that were already healing.

The magical power within his body surged, nearly 30% more than when he arrived. Cong Yu felt slightly warm in his hand and emitted a satisfied chirp.

She shook the blood off the knife, making Cong Yu's blade shine again, and then sheathed it.

Using the techniques I learned before, I could clear out mobs by cutting through space, and add damage or restrain enemies with fire. It was easier to use than I had imagined. Combined with the slashing attacks of the Rain of Clouds and my body's adaptation, the clearing efficiency was much higher.

Most importantly, she adapted to no longer being afraid of being ganged up on. The more varied the tactics, the faster she learned, and the easier it became in the later stages.

"Not bad." She smiled slightly, then turned and walked out of the shrine.

Clearing out this large wave should ease the pressure around the school for a day or two. But the fluctuations in the fingers are still getting stronger, and the next wave will only be larger.

Then let the college handle it with the help of the staff; it should be done in the next day or two.

Back at her apartment, Mashiro stretched after taking a shower and changing into her loungewear. Her long, silver hair cascaded down again, giving her a languid beauty.

Mashiro climbed onto the sofa and curled up, then took out her phone. There was an unread message on LINE with a pink cartoon tiger as the profile picture.