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

All intelligence has been cut off.

Lu Suo stood in the courtyard of the Panxing Sect branch, holding his phone, which had yet to receive any news.

He had been waiting for a long time; those in the upper echelons who had tipped him off should have sent encrypted communications after the meeting ended.

The usual time should be within two hours after the meeting ends, but now it's much later.

Lu Suo silently looked at the mountains and rivers in the courtyard, pondering various possibilities in his mind.

The previous traitors no longer want to be traitors to humanity?

It might be possible for normal people, but it's unlikely for the higher-ups in the world of sorcery.

Then there should only be one possible outcome.

He turned and went inside.

The real person sat in a chair, resting his chin on his hand, with his hair peeking out from between his fingers and hanging on the table.

He was yawning as he read a novel, flipping through the pages quickly every now and then, clearly showing he wasn't very interested in it.

Lou Hu stood by the window, a map of Northeast China spread out on the table, with circles drawn next to the labels of several cities, spaced unequally apart.

This is the place it intends to send those cursed spirits to attack.

When Lu Suo walked in, Lou Hu and Zhenren looked up at him.

"The top leadership has been purged." Lu Suo stood by the table, calmly saying something that would shock any normal person.

"They're all dead?" Zhenren and Louhu were somewhat incredulous.

"They're all dead." Lu Suo nodded. "I didn't expect them to be so ruthless, taking control of the sorcery world directly."

"Ding-dong." Lu Suo's phone rang. He opened it, looked at it, and nodded.

"Those killed during the meeting are being publicly stated as victims of a cursed spirit attack," Lu Suo continued. "Everyone present is dead; that's just been announced."

"Five hands that move?" Louhu said.

"There shouldn't be just him." Ryosaku thought for a while. "Gojo Satoru's ideal is to educate new people to gradually replace the higher-ups, instead of killing them all at once."

The man picked up the cup, took a sip, and then laughed, saying, "So someone instigated this, then there's only one answer, isn't there?"

"Kujou Mashiro." Tasaku said the name with a bit of a headache.

Where did this genius come from? He completely disrupted some of his previous plans.

Louhu looked at Lusuo and asked, "Then what do we do? Should we stick to the plan?"

Lu Su remained silent for a long time.

This variable was not included in the plan.

He spent a long time making the preliminary arrangements.

Under his plan, internal strife will continue at the top.

Conservatives and reformers are choking each other, pushing and shoving each other between the people buried on either side of them.

Internal friction creates information gaps, which can provide him with intelligence, divert his attention, and create loopholes within the college.

These gaps were supposed to be opened simultaneously before the Shibuya Project was launched.

Now that the leadership has changed, all sources of information have disappeared simultaneously.

This means that a new decision-making model will emerge there, which is more efficient and direct, and may even be highly centralized.

He didn't know exactly who was in charge of this model, but he knew that Gojo Satoru and the silver-haired girl were definitely involved.

If the replacements are chosen by the two of them personally, Shibuya's plan will need to be completely recalculated.

But this is the mindset of the weak.

Lu Suo revealed a ferocious smile. For the first time in his millennia of scheming, a single variable had thrown his plans into complete disarray. How interesting.

"The swift elimination of the high-ranking officials means they will be in chaos for a while." Lu Suo began pacing around the room alone.

"This period of time won't be long, but we can seize this opportunity."

Louhu looked up from the table. "Hua Yu is dead. The three cursed spirits created by her fingers still need time to gel. Even if there's a gap, we won't have time to seize it."

"There's enough time," Lu Suo said.

"Look." Lu Suo pushed the map on the table aside. This map was no longer useful.

He pulled another folded map from his pocket and unfolded it.

Tokyo subway map.

"Previously, we could wait for the upper echelons to slowly decay, waiting for internal strife to create a breach. Now, the college has become stronger internally. Internal strength means they can concentrate their efforts on dealing with external threats. But concentration has its problems."

His finger was pointing to the very center of the subway map.

Shibuya Station.

"Concentration means that their judgment will focus on one point. As long as pressure is applied to multiple points at the same time, they must disperse. No matter how fast Gojo Satoru is, he can only be in one place at a time. If another place is large and dense enough, he must choose."

The man leaned forward, looking at the subway map and at Shibuya Station under Tōsō's finger.

Rōsō's finger moved away from Shibuya Station, tapped the upper left, and then the lower right.

The two locations are far apart, with different routes and different deployments.

"Gojo Satoru and Kujo Mashiro must be held back at the same time; holding back only one is the same as not holding back at all."

Lu Suo continued, "If one of them isn't tied down, the other's battlefield will be supported. Their movement speeds are different, but their kill efficiency is about the same. So both places must be affected simultaneously."

He drew a circle on the first spot with his finger.

"They used top-tier cursed spirits to increase numbers, attacking in groups of three, along with the help of a curse master. Even if Gojo Satoru was strong, he couldn't quickly eliminate them while protecting those around him."

His finger moved to the second position.

"On the other side, tents and people are used to divide the battlefield, covering the entire area inside the tents, using the original humans as bait and hostages."

Ryosaku laughed and said, "By separating the two of them, either of them can stall for time, and as long as they stall for time, they can seal Gojo Satoru."

The man listened intently, his eyes lifting from the subway map.

"What about Kujo Mashiro?"

"After sealing away Gojo Satoru, we'll go kill Kujo Mashiro together. With so many Special-Rank Servants, we'll have enough to kill her."

The man nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

"The plan can start ahead of schedule." Lu Su smiled. "Let the curse master take the cursed spirits to attract attention, and we'll make preparations in Shibuya."

Zhenren and Louhu stood up, but Lu Suo called them back again just as they were about to leave.

"There's something I almost forgot." Lu Suo looked at the real person, "That student who made the deal with us, you and I will go and kill him."

"Now?" the real person said with a cruel smile.

"That's right. The exchange meeting has just ended, and they didn't expect to make any moves so soon."

Lu Suo nodded. "After we finish binding it today, we'll remove it and then officially prepare for the final battle tomorrow."

"Shibuya will become hell."