The brave Simmel wants to resign

He said it very naturally.

"I simply couldn't capture everyone. Although I tried my best, I only managed to keep that special-grade cursed spirit named Hanami."

In fact, Simmel was not as strong as those present imagined. In his previous life, there were also enemies among the Seven Sages who were difficult for him to defeat.

In this lifetime, if he doesn't complete the Star Cross rotation for 956 seconds, his raw strength is no match for Gojo Satoru.

The reason he seems reliable and has strong combat capabilities is because he has high stats and never hesitates or procrastinates; he acts immediately and often achieves good results.

The strongest modern assessment of this reality is...

"Hahahaha, Simmel is so lame!! Super lame!!!"

Tears welled up, and Wu Tiao Wu pointed his index finger and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Mr. Simmel, you should learn more about the skills of being a teacher from Mr. Gojo Satoru."

This guy.....

—Everyone in the room cast an indescribable look at him.

Normally, Simmel would probably argue back a little.

but....

"Well, because I have something else to say about real people."

Simmel walked past Gojo and gave Shoko a look. Shoko nodded and took a USB drive out of the pocket of her white coat.

It's so great that the meeting room has a projector.

It's so great that there's glass in the meeting room—otherwise, we wouldn't even be using the projector.

Buzzing...

After a few flashes of white light, several frames resembling job application resumes were projected onto the large screen at the front of the conference room. These frames displayed the portraits of several ordinary men and women, along with brief introductions.

"This is?"

Kusakabe scanned the entire document, confirming that there was no relevant information in his mind.

“These are the ‘humans’ that appeared when I fought against real people.” Simmel looked at the screen, her tone inscrutable.

"Humans? You mean someone betrayed us?"

"No, it means exactly what it says. They didn't betray us; they were controlled by the other side's power."

Simmel didn't beat around the bush, but went straight to the point: "The ability of a real person can transform a human into a 'modified human' by modifying the soul. In this case, the human's form of existence is actually close to that of a cursed spirit, capable of greatly altering the physical body, and possessing powerful aggression and functionality."

"...That's really a twisted sense of humor." Kusakabe covered his mouth; he roughly understood.

"And because real people's abilities require a lot of training, from what I've observed, there may already be hundreds of people who have been killed."

There was a moment of silence.

In other words, have real people already caused three-digit deaths?

【die】

Children may have lost their fathers, and husbands may have lost their wives...

In a daze, he and she were still beside him, but when he reached out to touch them, all that remained was emptiness and coldness. The chasm of life and death had cruelly separated the beloved into two worlds. Those mornings and evenings spent side by side, those whispered everyday moments, had all become locked away in the old dreams of time...

Regarding this point—

(oh.)

(I see.)

(Understood~)

All the sorcerers present wore indifferent expressions, as if to say, "That's all!"

Ultimately, sorcerers are not police officers.

They become sorcerers based on reasons such as 'money,' 'protecting their fellow human beings,' or 'basic moral obligations.'

Among those present, the most morally upright were probably Yagami Masamichi, Nanami, and the Songstress, but even the three of them only felt some regret over the deaths of these people.

So when they saw the real Simmel on stage, looking unusually downcast, they all awkwardly looked away.

Ok.

how to say.

It is indeed a very important matter, but... haha... um...

It seems like some people have such high moral standards that they're out of step with us.

Awkward, hesitant, just when everyone was at a loss for words—

That's really bad.

A voice, as handsome and magnetic as Yuichi Nakamura's, resounded heavily.

Why?!

ha? !

real or fake!

Almost everyone simultaneously turned their gaze toward the speaker—

【Gojo Satoru】

Gojo Satoru – a strong contender for the position of the person with the least rice noodles present.

Although Gojo Satoru has the highest KDA among those present and has saved countless people, it's all at the level of "As the strongest, I should take care of the weak"... which is closer to the feeling of "humans should protect poor flowers".

Because of his extraordinary strength, Gojo Satoru is almost reproductively isolated from ordinary people, making it difficult for him to empathize with them.

Born strong, and thus born lonely.

He will protect humanity.

They possess a basic sense of morality.

but....

Caring for someone is not the same as loving them.

How could someone like him say such a thing?

Is it to please his friends?

"Ok?"

Seemingly noticing that everyone's attention was focused on him, the strongest modern sorcerer with six eyes looked around, puzzled, then suddenly paused, as if he had discovered something, and tentatively asked, "Really? Didn't you guys notice?"

What did you notice?

"There's nothing we can do about it," said Shoko on the stage, arms crossed, with a nonchalant air.

What do you mean there's no way?

Seeing the two people most familiar with Simmel suddenly speak like this, the others immediately fell into thought, but unable to find an answer, they could only look once again to the most reliable person who could best understand the current situation.

With everyone's gaze upon him, Nanami Kenji slowly pushed up his goggles.

"...Although it's regrettable, the key point of this matter is not that hundreds of people died."

"Please look at the photos carefully."

When everyone looked at the screen again, the photos of men and women were still ordinary and unremarkable. If anything, everyone seemed... tired.

Wait, could it be that—

“That’s right, all the photos above were just taken.” Shoko confirmed, having guessed everyone’s doubts.

"But... it's not about the opponent's spell..." The songstress's voice trailed off as she spoke, and her expression shifted from confusion to relief, then to contemplation, and finally to terror.

No, it's not just her.

The expressions on everyone's faces, even those of Leyan Temple, began to turn gloomy and unpleasant.

The point is not that he/she is dead.

And it lies in—

[Not dead yet]

"My spell, in [Monk] mode, can purify the curse itself. In other words, it updates the selected object's state to before the [Curse], and even damage to the soul can be repaired as long as it was caused by the spell."

On stage, the host, Simmel, finally gave the conclusion.

"Therefore—my compatibility with real people is extremely poor."

The next sentence, even if not spoken aloud, is already known to everyone.

because...

Simmel would not give up on any life that could possibly be saved.

In other words, as long as the real person continues to accumulate the number of "modified humans," he can use this method to threaten and control Simmel.

“Of course, although it seems inappropriate to say this right after mentioning the incompatibility... but I'm sorry, please let me take charge of defeating that cursed spirit.” Simmel said solemnly, “I will deal with it as quickly as possible.”

Kusakabe covered his chin, his pupils wide open.

Even if you say that!!

They have hundreds of hostages! For us sorcerers, killing those cyborgs is one thing, but you're going to rescue them one by one!

No way! Seriously, no way! Please lower your standards a little! Otherwise, I'll have to fight tooth and nail!

They should have captured the other party on their very first meeting, but due to the intelligence gap, they failed to do so! Damn it! This is no small matter! Just as Simmel said, this is a momentous event!!

Faced with so many extraordinary, top-tier cursed spirits suddenly appearing, if the most reliable person, Simmel, were to be restrained in this way, then the only one left to rely on was! ——! ——————————

"hehe."

Finally, on the side of the main seat, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era chuckled softly.

He stood up, his tall and slender figure standing out conspicuously in the conference room.

He opened his arms, faced the crowd, and deliberately lowered his voice, speaking in a magnetic and hoarse tone.

"Don't worry, it's okay without Simmel."