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

When Mashiro returned to the apartment, it was still dark.

She took off her shoes in the entryway, threw her dusty coat into the washing machine, and went into the bathroom.

As the hot water sizzled down, she closed her eyes and began to tally up what she had gained that night.

After Cong Yu drained Hua Yu's severed arm, her magical power far surpassed that of an ordinary level one sorcerer, and she was capable of fighting a fully-fledged special-grade sorcerer on her own.

Then there's the domain aspect.

The entirety of the leaking coral realm, namely the Iron Mountain of the Coffin, was witnessed by Mashiro from its unfolding to its shattering, leaving an incomplete imprint within the Dharma Wheel.

The way the barrier is constructed, the flow of magical power within the domain, and the transformation point from the physical body to the external space.

She only grasped the general idea of ​​these things and had not fully experienced the damage and pressure caused by the expansion of the domain, which resulted in her not being fully adapted.

She came out of the bathroom, her hair still wet, and stood in the middle of the living room.

A surge of magical power erupted, and silvery-white light spread from beneath her feet, attempting to form a domain.

The boundary of the area was vaguely extended by less than half a meter before bursting open like a soap bubble.

Mashiro frowned, tapping her fingers lightly on the side of her leg as she pondered.

Not only is she still lacking in the domain, but she can't even unleash the initial form of her full magical power.

Does expanding a domain consume so much spell power?

Or is it because her true nature is that of a demonic being, which makes her rather special?

Mashiro sighed and gave up thinking about it.

Since I can't figure it out right now, I might as well wait until I have a better understanding of the domain and more spell power before making a decision.

Mashiro gathered the water droplets on her body, threw them into the pool, and then changed into a set of loungewear.

I was just about to go to bed when my phone screen lit up.

A training selfie sent by Itajō via LINE.

The silly, pink-haired PE student, covered in sweat, gave a thumbs-up in the background, against the backdrop of the dusty walls of the underground training field.

"Yujin": Image.jpg

"Yujin": Gojo-sensei said that if I practice for a few more days, I'll be able to catch up with the exchange competition (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Mashiro stared at the photo for a moment, a smile spreading across her face.

"Mashiro": Don't push yourself too hard.

"Hiruto": Mashiro-san is the one

"Yujin": I'm going to rest now, goodnight (¦3[▓▓)

"Mashiro": Goodnight.

She turned off the screen, placed her phone next to her pillow to charge, left a bedside lamp on, and gradually fell asleep.

When Mashiro woke up, the light filtering through the curtains had turned orange.

An afternoon in Tokyo.

She buried her face in the pillow and muffled it for a few seconds.

Then she turned over, wrapped the blanket around her waist twice, and spread her hair messily on the pillow, with a few strands of silver hair sticking up high.

He barely opened his eyes a crack, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There was a tiny crack in the ceiling. She stared at it for a long time, without thinking about anything.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Mashiro ignored it and buried her head even deeper into the pillow.

About thirty seconds later, the phone started vibrating again.

An arm emerged from under the covers, groped around on the bedside table, and pulled out the charging cable.

The phone slipped to the ground and continued to ring.

Mashiro rolled over and leaned out from the edge of the bed, reaching out to grope around on the floor.

My finger touched the phone case, I picked it up, and the screen was blindingly bright.

"Incoming caller: Gojo Satoru"

She swiped to answer the call, held the phone to her ear, and didn't say anything.

"Feed? Feed? Is he alive?" Gojo Satoru's voice came through the receiver, still as irreverent as ever.

"...Hmm." Mashiro responded groggily.

"What's that noise? Did you just wake up? Do you even know what time it is?"

Mashiro took her phone down and glanced at the time on the screen. 3:24 PM.

She put the phone back to her ear: "...3:20, what?"

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud, "So you sleep in too."

"Otherwise what?" Mashiro's voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up. "You don't need it because you can refill your cup infinitely."

"What the heck is 'unlimited refills'?"

Mashiro didn't explain. She pulled the blanket up, curled up her knees, and shrunk into a small ball, revealing only her face and the hand holding her phone.

"So, what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then his tone became serious: "Three people, we've found the addresses, how do we divide them?"

Mashiro curled up in the blanket and took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes, and her crimson pupils regained their clarity.

"Don't worry about it, leave it all to me."

There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone, then Gojo Satoru's tone returned to its usual nonchalant manner: "Should we get together or handle this separately?"

Let's solve this separately.

"Sato Hikaru has the ability to sense curses; he'll know if you get within 300 meters of him."

"It doesn't matter if he knows. He's not a top-tier cursed spirit; he can't escape."

Gojo Satoru chuckled lightly: "Then I'll wait for you in the car. Ichichi said that overtime pay tonight will be tripled."

"You can send it to him."

"I don't handle payroll; that's headquarters' job."

"Then you should tell Ichiji to demand ten times the subsidy."

"...They won't approve it, will they?"

"cut."

See you tonight.

The phone screen went dark, and Mashiro remained lying on her side, her hand holding the phone resting on the pillow.

The blanket sealed her in, preventing her from getting up.

She stared at the charging cable port on the bedside table for two seconds, sighed, and slowly sat up.

The blanket slipped down and piled up around her waist, and her hair hung down, covering half of her face.

She shook her head, brushed the hair away from her face, revealing her delicate and lovely little face.

three people.

She yawned, walked barefoot on the floor, and headed towards the bathroom.

Ten seconds later, the sound of water was heard.

Not long after, Mashiro came out again after washing up.

Her hair was tied up, her red eyes were clear, and her expression became calm and indifferent.

It's the Kujo Mashiro that everyone knows.

She picked up her phone and dialed Nanami's number.

"Nanami, have you found out the details of the technique?"

The sound of papers turning over came from the other end of the phone.

"Found it." Nanami's voice was as deep as ever. "Sato Hikaru is a level three sorcerer, his technique is low-level sorcery perception. Sakakibara Shigeru and Tanaka Yoshio are no good. I've sent you their addresses."

Mashiro looked at the three lines of address that popped up on the screen.

"understood."

"Be careful, it's best not to leave any evidence," Nanami warned calmly.

Mashiro was silent for a moment, then asked him, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the voice came through again, "I was the one who messaged you to accept the urgent task, so I bear some responsibility."

"Besides, they dared to use me to plot against a minor, they should pay the price." His tone was also murderous, but he paused for a moment before softening.

"All sorcerers are rubbish, especially the higher-ups. Be careful."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, she zipped her coat up all the way and went out the door.