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

The next day, at the college, in the conference room.

Mashiro sat at the head of the long table, with several family heads and high-ranking members sitting beside her.

She glanced at everyone, then gently tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"With Lu Suo killed and almost all the modified beings wiped out, we successfully protected Tianyuan without any casualties. It is a complete victory for us."

As Mashiro spoke, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere relaxed.

But Masashi changed the subject: "But there are still many problems. Lu Suo made too much noise, leading the cursed spirits all the way from the Zen Temple to the High School."

"That's right, the internet is full of discussions about the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons right now."

A younger executive nodded and said, "Furthermore, several modified beings have escaped into the city; there have already been eyewitness accounts of them."

"so what?"

An old man frowned: "What are you trying to say?"

"The matter of the cursed spirit can no longer be kept secret; too many ordinary people have seen it."

Mashiro paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I'm going to reveal the matter of curses."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment, then suddenly became noisy.

"Publicize the world of jutsu? Are you crazy?"

"You think you can just break a thousand-year-old rule of the sorcery world like that?"

"This will cause panic. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Several old men from sorcerer families slammed their fists on the table, spitting as they spoke.

In contrast, none of the members of the three major sorcery families spoke; they simply watched indifferently from the sidelines, their lips turned down in a forced smile.

Who are these old folks? Which rural family did they come from to Beijing?

How dare they challenge Lord Mashiro's authority! They're courting death.

Mashiro listened without saying a word.

She only spoke after they had finished arguing.

"I said I would go public."

"What did you say?!"

One of the old men slammed his fist on the table and glared at Mashiro: "You little brat, I, Shimada Kohei, have eaten more salt than you've walked roads!"

Ignoring the guy, Mashiro glanced around and said, "Anyone else who objects can step forward now."

The meeting room was deathly silent; no one spoke.

Those elderly people who opposed it earlier were stubborn, but not stupid.

After seeing the ambiguous smiles on the faces of the four major families, he began to bury his head in the sand and did not say anything more.

Mashiro nodded: "Okay, everyone else has no objections, right? That leaves only you."

Kohei Shimada's face darkened. "Kujou Mashiro, what do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

"threaten?"

Mashiro chuckled and shook her head slightly: "You're not worthy of my threats."

She stood up and walked over to Kohei Shimada.

Just as Shimada Kohei was about to stand up, Mashiro pressed him down into the chair with one hand, rendering him unable to move.

"Kujou Mashiro, what do you want to do!?"

Kohei Shimada was both anxious and angry, and began to struggle.

"Didn't you say you've eaten more salt than I've walked roads?"

Mashiro sneered, stretched out her hand and used a construction technique, creating a pile of salt in her palm: "I just wanted to verify if it was true."

"You can't..."

Before Shimada Kohei could finish speaking, Mashiro shoved the salt in his hand into his mouth.

"Ee! Uh!"

"Don't talk, keep eating."

Mashiro didn't let go of the salt until she had finished feeding him.

"Yue!"

Kohei Shimada immediately knelt on the ground and began to dry heave.

"Any further comments?"

"That's all...that's all!"

"That's more like it."

Mashiro sat back in the main seat, waved her hand to signal someone to take Shimada Kohei out and let him vomit outside.

"There's no room for negotiation on this matter; all you have to do is cooperate."

She glanced at the others who seemed to still harbor resentment, but dared not utter a word under her tyrannical power.

"If you don't cooperate, I don't mind finding someone else to sit in your seats; there are plenty of people who want to sit there."

The old men's faces all turned pale.

But Mashiro clearly didn't care: "This matter is over. Meeting adjourned."

After saying that, Mashiro got up and walked towards the door.

No one behind them dared to utter a sound.

After the meeting ended, Mashiro found Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru, leaning against the window and wearing sunglasses, asked Mashiro after seeing her, "Were you throwing a tantrum in there again?"

"What do you mean by throwing a tantrum? Can't you speak more politely?"

Mashiro glanced at him: "This is called overall planning and command."

"Okay, okay, so what are you planning?"

"I'm going to reveal what's going on in the world of sorcery. You'll be at the press conference afterwards."

"Huh? Should I go?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure?"

"It's better than going up like this, isn't it?"

"The way you are..."

Gojo Satoru lowered his sunglasses and looked Mashiro up and down: "It really doesn't suit you."

"I'm not going to argue with you now, just finish your work."

Mashiro snorted coldly, not bothering to investigate the implied meaning in his words.

"But didn't you scare those old men quite a bit just now?"

"They brought it on themselves."

Mashiro said, "What time is it? They're still trying to cover it up. Someone should have woken them up a long time ago."

"But do you really think telling the public is a good thing?"

After a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru asked.

"I want to make sorcery and spirit curses more entertaining, and even create cursed tools that allow ordinary people to deal with spirit curses."

Mashiro spoke of what she was thinking: "Cursed spirits originate from negative human emotions, and this method can greatly reduce ordinary people's fear of the unknown."

That makes sense.

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Then I'll go and prepare."

......

That afternoon, in a hotel banquet hall in Tokyo.

The audience was filled with reporters, their cameras and microphones pointed at the podium.

Gojo Satoru walked onto the stage, sunglasses perched on his nose.

He glanced at the audience and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Hello everyone, I'm here today to announce something."

"The cursed spirits are real."

"Sorcerers do exist."

The audience erupted in uproar, a cacophony of camera shutters clicking and blinding flashes.

"Mr. Gojo, was the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' that went viral online the work of a sorcerer?"

Gojo Satoru raised a finger: "It was done by an enemy of sorcerers, a curse master. But don't worry, the curse master involved has been eliminated by us."

"So, are some of the urban legends we hear true?"

Another reporter raised their hand and spoke.

"Some of it is true, so if you encounter anything suspicious, remember to run away immediately and don't go looking for trouble."

"Mr. Gojo!"

"Ah, it's time. There will be an announcement regarding the following matters. Please read it carefully."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru turned and left the stage, then, as if he had just remembered something, said, "Oh, right, friends in Shinjuku, remember to escape quickly!"