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

The sound came from outside the hole in the roof.

The man took two steps back, raised his head slightly, and looked towards the direction from which the voice came from.

A shadow fell through the hole, its petite figure plummeting rapidly. When it landed, its knees bent and it braced itself with one hand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Her silver hair was lifted by the airflow as she landed, the ends spreading out behind her shoulders before falling back to their original position.

Superheroes have landed!

Mashiro slowly stood up, looking at the surprised looks on everyone's faces, and was very satisfied with her successful entrance.

She reached out and grasped the handle of Cong Yu's knife, pulling it out of the concrete.

As the knife was pulled from the ground, it kicked up a small amount of cement debris, which landed at her feet.

"Kujou Mashiro." Rōsō looked at her warily, not understanding why Mashiro would be here.

There probably aren't many people who would know he was here with a real person. Is it a coincidence or premeditated?

Last time, when the real person told him there might be a mole within the organization, he didn't quite believe it, but now Lu Suo feels it's very likely.

Could it be that not all those high-ranking figures in the sorcery world are rotten oranges? They actually planted spies among his ranks!

Looks like I'll have to do a thorough check of my team when I get back.

The real person did not have Guan Lusuo's ugly expression.

He looked at Zhenbai, his lips parted in a wide grin, revealing an excited smile.

He's really looking forward to a rematch!

What, you're saying it's not the second lead? Then forget about it!

"Kujou Mashiro, I've been waiting for you for so long!" Masato took a step forward, raised his hands from his sides, and spread his fingers.

His magical power surged, and he was about to make his move.

Lu Suo reached out and stopped him, preventing him from taking another step forward.

"What does this mean, Xia You?" Zhenren's smile gradually faded as he looked at Lu Suo.

"It's not the right time yet," Lu Suo said, withdrawing his hand from in front of the real person.

He took half a step forward and stood between the real man and the white man. The hem of his kasaya reached his ankles, and his sleeves fluttered, giving him a scholarly air.

Mashiro held Congyu in her hand, the knife tip pointing downwards, and looked at Lu Suo.

"Are you here to arrest this traitor?" Lu Suo asked.

Mashiro looked at him with displeasure.

Why only ask one question? That way, she can't say that!

"I have no obligation to inform you." Mashiro snorted coldly, arrogant and domineering, making up for his lack of height with his imposing presence!

Lu Su tilted his head slightly, looking a bit troubled.

The most troublesome opponents are those who refuse to communicate; you can't get any information from them.

He had originally hoped to deduce how much the college knew from her reply, but now he could only guess.

Lu Su could only sigh. "If you just want to take him there, then we can leave now."

He didn't plan to fight here. Although Zhenren was very confident, he always felt that Zhenren couldn't beat her.

Regardless of the outcome if he takes action himself, it will be more troublesome if he gets bogged down and others arrive.

The transformation of a true person through non-action is extremely important; it cannot go wrong.

Lu Suo will not allow anyone to kill a real person who has not yet fully matured.

"The bondage between Yukichi and us is complete." Rōsō took a half step back, the hem of his robe dragging on the ground. "He is free. You may take him away."

"Are you scared?" Mashiro took a step forward, relentlessly pressing the issue.

"Just take it as me being scared," Lu Suo said with a shrug, unperturbed by such trivial matters.

Shiny white fingers lightly tapped the hilt of the knife.

She knew she couldn't kill the real person now; Lu Suo wouldn't allow it.

But it's too dangerous for me to go to war with Lu Suo all by myself right now, so I'll let them go for now.

The real man looked at Lu Suo with displeasure, as if he were looking at a villain who had stolen his toy.

"You and she will meet again soon, and I won't stop you then," Lu Suo said.

After seeing and hearing this, Masato turned his gaze to Mashiro.

He slowly suppressed the fighting spirit and murderous intent deep within his heart.

"I'll definitely kill you next time." The real man raised his hands from his sides in a gesture of surrender, his fingers spread wide, and then turned and walked towards the door.

Ryosaku didn't leave with him immediately. He looked at Mashiro and said, "Are you really not planning to come here? It should be a good thing for you."

"Good thing?" Mashiro scoffed. "You third-rate trash are using fourth-rate techniques. It's a sign of weakness in you."

"Hehe." Lu Suo chuckled, squeezing out two sounds from his throat, his shoulders twitching slightly.

This kid in front of him is spouting quotations in every sentence; he really can't take it anymore!

He turned and walked away, pausing briefly at the doorway.

"Then we'll meet again sometime. Hopefully, you'll reconsider after we've demonstrated our capabilities."

The door closed behind them.

Mashiro sensed two waves of magical energy moving rapidly into the distance, disappearing from her perception range in an instant.

She stood still, turning her gaze away from the door and towards Yukichi, who had already taken the opportunity to change his clothes.

Standing beside the device with Kokichi, looking at the Rain still held in Mashiro's hand, he took a deep breath.

"You're here to kill me?" Kokichi turned his gaze to her eyes.

But what he saw were wings obscuring his eyes, rendering his deep breath ineffective.

"What if I said yes?" Mashiro teased him, seeing his nervous look.

"...Then I won't surrender." Kokichi said this, but the puppet behind him didn't make a single move.

"Why did you become a mole?" Mashiro asked him.

She knew the reason herself, of course, but she wanted to hear it from Yukichi himself.

Kokichi looked down at his right hand; his newly grown fingers had distinct knuckles.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and then stomped his feet on the spot, experiencing a sensation he had never felt before.

"My disabled body causes me too much pain. I'm willing to do anything to heal it." He loosened and then clenched his fist. "Even if it means becoming a cursed spirit and staring into the eyes of the college."

"Being willing to do anything is such a heavy thing; you should understand the consequences of doing so."

"Of course." After a moment of silence, Yukichi said, "If I can provide important information about the cursed spirits, will that make up for my mistake?"

"That's not my decision," Mashiro said with a shrug.

She retracted Cong Yu into her body, and the blade disappeared from her hand as it turned into specks of light.

Kokichi was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Come back to the vocational college with me; the higher-ups will decide your fate."

Mashiro turned and walked towards the door. As she pushed the door open, the moonlight shone in and fell on her and Yukichi.

Kokichi looked down at the moonlight falling on every inch of his skin; there was no burning sensation. He had truly recovered.

He raised his right hand towards the moonlight, his five fingers spreading and then clenching in the moonlight.

"Okay." Kokichi followed her out the door.

He will do everything in his power to atone for his sins. If he survives, he will definitely have another chance to be with everyone, with the tricycle...