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

The top floor of an abandoned hotel.

Lu Suo sat on the windowsill, holding a chess piece between his index finger and thumb.

Behind him, on the floor of the room, a real person sat cross-legged, his arms having completely regenerated.

He was flipping through a paperback book with a curled-up cover and pages that had been folded repeatedly.

I turned two pages. Then I yawned.

"How boring." He casually tossed the paperback aside, and it bounced back after hitting the corner of the wall. "When will Louhu wake up? At least I'll have someone to talk to."

In the corner, new shoots kept growing from the severed part of Hua Yu's left arm, only to wither away again.

Mashiro's cursed power invaded its right arm, continuously damaging the wound.

Hua Yu can only repeat this process, repairing her body little by little.

In the very center of the room, half of Louhu's body was placed.

Most of the curse power was absorbed by Cong Yu. The few seconds that the blade remained inside Lou Hu's body when he was stabbed were more fatal to him than the spatial rift that tore his body apart.

It's simply impossible for them to return to the point where they can appear in exchange battles.

The real man rolled over and sat up. He glanced at Louhu, then looked up at Lusuo.

"Is Louhu still able to keep up with the plan given his current condition?"

"We definitely won't make it to the exchange battle." Lu Su twirled the chess piece between his fingers. "Its remaining curse power is no more than 30%, which should be due to the effect of Kujo Shinpaku's sword."

"Mashiro, Kujo Mashiro." Masato's face lit up with an excited smile when he mentioned Mashiro.

"How interesting. Her soul is completely unaffected by my abilities. I could sense it the first time, but the second time I encountered her, I couldn't even sense the shape of her soul."

Lu Suo's lips curved slightly as he placed the chess piece back on the board.

"It seems the priority of the third condition has to be increased; Kujo Mashiro is hindering the plan more than expected."

The real person sat up straight cross-legged, leaning forward so much that his face was almost touching Lu Suo's face: "Then I'll go find her again? Last time I was so busy preparing to run away that I didn't fight properly. Her type of spell is very troublesome. It can't penetrate defenses, and the Wuwei Transformation doesn't work. But if we can find the weakness of her spell..."

"As far as I know, Sukuna's vessel and she are siblings, and they have a very good relationship."

Lu Suo silently moved a little away, interrupting him.

Hearing this, even Hua Yu looked over.

Rōsō stood up and paced slowly around the room: "In other words, by tampering with Sukuna's vessel, we can influence Kujō Mashiro."

"Eh, but Sukuna's vessel is in that high school, right?" Masato tilted his head. "Gojo Satoru is there too, we can't deal with him either."

"That depends on you, Master."

"Look at me?" The real person was taken aback.

"You need to expand the scope of your experiment."

"Really?!" The man spun around in his chair. "So, increasing the number of test subjects will draw him out, right?"

Ryosaku nodded, walked to the windowsill, and as if he had thought of something, said, "Regarding Kujo Mashiro, I want you to confirm something."

"What?"

"Is Kujo Mashiro's technique truly an imitation?"

Lu Su picked up a chess piece from the board and played with it in her hand. "If it's the kind of thing I'm guessing... then its value is greater than Su Nuo's vessel."

The real person blinked: "Bigger than Su Nuo?"

Lu Suo did not answer, but simply smiled and nodded.

The man didn't think about these things deeply. He had already stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked towards the door.

"Then I'll go do the experiment now!"

His figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, his footsteps echoing down the stairs, one step at a time, growing ever more distant.

......

Training room for higher vocational college students.

Mashiro sat in the center of the sofa, her hands folded on her knees.

She sat very properly, but because she was too short, her feet couldn't reach the ground, and her toes dangled on the edge of the sofa, swaying gently.

Opposite him was Gojo Satoru, who occupied two-thirds of the sofa, with his legs crossed, one hand resting on the backrest, and the other holding an unopened can of soda.

Yujin Itadori and Kento Nanami stood beside him, leaning against the wall.

"Before the exchange battle, apart from the real person, the others shouldn't cause any trouble."

Mashiro looked at the rare lineup in front of her and spoke softly.

Gojo Satoru sat opposite her with his legs crossed, taking up two seats by himself.

Meanwhile, Hisahito Itadori and Taketo Nanami stood to the side, leaning against the wall.

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs and swung them around: "The real person? That patient?"

Mashiro nodded and revealed the information: "The real people are a curse born from humanity's hatred and fear of each other."

"His technique of effortless transformation can change the shape of the target's soul."

"The shape of a soul?" Itachi tilted his head, asking with some doubt, "What's the use of changing the shape of a soul?"

Mashiro didn't speak; she stretched out her hand with her five fingers spread.

Several water spheres condensed in the air above her palm, and then were precisely shaped into human figures. The transparent liquid flowed around the edges of the figures, maintaining their outlines.

"Under his spell, the physical form will be guided by the form of the soul."

With a slight twitch of her fingers, the human-shaped water sphere began to deform.

The arms were stretched and stretched, with extra lumps bulging at the joints, the legs were sunken inward, the torso was twisted, and the head split open from the middle.

A human-shaped mass of water transformed into a monstrous alien in three seconds.

"He can turn humans into this state, and even sorcerers will be affected after being touched by his hands several times."

Nanami leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.

The silence in the training room lasted for about three seconds.

Gojo Satoru's expression also turned serious. "Is there a way to turn it back?"

Mashiro shook her head, and the water sphere dissipated, turning into mist and mingling in the air: "As far as I know, no."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head, sighed, and said, "I'm going overseas for a few days."

Itadori looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise: "Master, are you going overseas?"

"I'm going to meet someone named Otsuku Yuta." Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, "He's a year ahead of you, so he's your senior."

Itadori blinked: "Is it that amazing?"

"Special Grade." Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a smile, regaining its usual arc. "Impressive."

The mouth of the tiger stick is open in an O shape.

"So, I'll leave this to you." Gojo Satoru stood up, looked at Nanami, and said, "Nanami, please take him to investigate that patient over the next few days."

"If he starts conducting experiments, there will be victims who are modified. Based on the distribution of the victims and eyewitness reports, we should be able to determine his area of ​​operation."

Nanami nodded, looking at Itadori and saying, "Combat training, Itadori Yuujin. This isn't about practicing spell control in a basement; it's about learning to assess situations, track enemies, and protect targets in a real environment. Every step could be a matter of life and death."

"Is it a real battle?" Itari asked.

"It's real combat."

Hadana straightened up: "Okay!"

Mashiro jumped off the sofa. She walked up to Itadori and said to him with some concern, "Their target is you. Try not to get separated from Nanami while you're out."

Itadori looked at Mashiro and said things that sounded like a mother's, then scratched the back of his head helplessly: "Okay, Mashiro-neechan."