The brave Simmel wants to resign

Inside the room, the old second hand ticked as it turned.

"This corridor... leads nowhere."

Everyone held their breath, gasped, and their faces turned pale as they were terrified by this shocking conclusion.

Apart from--

"what?"

Japanese knotweed scratched his head.

"Isn't Grandpa's room right next to the corridor? Didn't you just say that, Panda Senior?"

"Oh right."

The panda scratches its head.

"Oh, right my foot!!" Maki slapped him, his face turning warm red. "You're telling this like it's a horror story!"

"Oh no, I'm going to sue animal rights organizations! I'll violently protest!!" The panda clutched its head. "It's all because you guys haven't said a word, I was just trying to lighten the mood!"

"What did you adjust?! Stop joking with me, you damn panda!" Maki kicked the panda on the back angrily, kicking it several times before being pulled away by Eigu.

The clouds drifted by, and sunlight returned to the living room, completely dispelling the eerie atmosphere.

After this little incident, the panda began to seriously state its conclusion.

"Hmm... The remnants of the cursed power are just as the professionals identified. They are probably around the level two cursed spirit, and they are of the mid-range type. Unless it is a six-eyed being like Gojo, ordinary people cannot see anything beyond that."

"Tch, so useless." Maki clicked her tongue rudely.

"Um, I have a question—" Itajimaru raised his hand, "What is a cursed spirit?"

"you do not need to know."

It's already the limit for victims to know about 'paranormal phenomena'; it's better not to educate people about the existence of cursed spirits.

"Ah... I don't really understand, but what should I do next?"

"Wait, wait for the cursed spirit to appear."

After saying that, Maki casually sat down on the sofa and turned the TV back on.

The old TV started re-airing a variety show featuring swimsuit idols. The show was about a challenge where participants had to climb a slide coated with lubricant and press buttons. Various obstacles would float down from the slide to hinder their progress, such as buckets, plush toys, balloons, and a 34-year-old unemployed man.

"Why is an old man floating down here?!"

"It's the kind of show that makes people complain and sell sex appeal." Itadori sat down as well, by which time he had almost no sense of shame, and even prepared snacks for the others on the table. "I have Uno, want to play?"

"I want to play! I want to play!"

The panda came over excitedly.

The group quickly became acquainted and even started chatting.

"Huh? You can run 50 meters in 3 seconds? Really?"

"Oh, your health is slightly better than the average person's?"

"No, no, no, you're practically a level one sorcerer!? Maki, you actually have a younger brother, don't you?"

"I'll kill you, you stinky panda!"

Why....

Yi Gu hesitated upon seeing the harmonious scene.

Aren't they here on a mission?

【Didi Didi】

Just then.

My scissor phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw it was a call from Ms. Simmel.

Yi Gu ran to the side to answer the call, and soon the teacher's gentle voice came through.

Hey, Yi Gu, are you working hard?

"...I think it should be considered...?" Yi Gu said uncertainly.

【Um. 】

I don't have any advice to offer... but these are extraordinary times, so please be extra careful.

"Yes."

Although Yigu didn't know much about the specifics of the special-grade cursed spirit, he did know that Professor Simmel had been very busy lately, and that Nanako and Mimiko had been complaining about it.

but it does not matter.

Ms. Simmel and Ms. Gojo have given so much help... everything will be alright.

【Um. 】

I can almost picture Ms. Simmel's expression on the other end of the phone—as gentle and warm as ever.

"After all, you're there, so I feel at ease."

"Huh? Teacher, what's this...?"

"Yigu, it's your turn."

On the other side, someone had already started urging them on, and Simmel had no intention of continuing.

What I wanted to say was—...Yigu, you should be fine, right? Good luck!

"Oh, oh oh?"

............................

【Click】

After turning off her phone, Simmel checked her situation.

He is currently inside the sewer system of Shibuya, Tokyo, in order to track down Makoto and the others.

Although the barrier techniques used by Zhenren and the others allowed them to hide very well, the fact that Zhenren needed to undergo extensive training in 'human soul manipulation' to become stronger inevitably left traces.

Simmel searched all the way here.

Or rather...

You've been lured here.

That's what a hero is like; even with great skills, he'll still travel far and wide to save people.

—Simmel had no complaints about this.

"So....."

"Time to get to work."

Chapter 93 Mr. Haibara! How did you become a woman!

The underground waterways were deep and cramped, with obvious signs of dampness and mold.

The average temperature was below the ground level, a chill permeated the air, and the only sound was the dripping of water.

Simmel raised her hand, and a pale blue, slowly swirling circular magic circle formed at her fingertips.

In Simmel's world—where all living beings possess magic—although Simmel's magic level is not as high as that of his comrades, he can feel his basic knowledge and physique being improved to a certain extent as the [Star Cross] is activated repeatedly.

Although this process is quite slow, Simmel's magic has now changed from E to D.

Please don't be too harsh on the elderly; he is truly working hard to cultivate himself.

Using magic somewhat clumsily, the hero lit up the curse in the air and began to slowly move forward, following the curse marks, turning left and right among the intersecting concrete corridors.

Tap, tap.

Footsteps echoed repeatedly in the winding alleyways, and the contrast between light and darkness created a terrifying atmosphere, but Simmel was pretty used to this kind of environment—the maze was always quite dark.

and....

Simmel stopped abruptly, and the light shone forward.

Sobbing and wailing mingled together, overwhelming us.

........

Simmel had become accustomed to death.

The hero's journey, though mostly a fun-filled maze adventure with his friends, occasionally gets him caught up in wars, not just internal human conflicts, but also wars of aggression waged by demons against humanity.

Destroy the village.

Both the elderly and children were brutally killed.

From initial reluctance and anger to being forced to get used to it, and developing an extremely efficient ability to deal with demons.

Simmel always knew that she couldn't save everyone, and she was prepared to have her heart riddled with wounds, living her life as a hero.

but.....

(This world is far more distorted than my world.)

In his imagination, the body would at most be destroyed into pieces.

But what appeared before us was more like a museum, or an exhibition hall of a similar nature.

Furniture, clothing, musical instruments, and tableware... but all of them are made up of cyborgs.

Through the "transformation of inaction," human souls are wantonly kneaded and shaped into various forms... Aside from the idea of ​​honing one's own spellcasting skills, these pieces of furniture are simply a manifestation of a real person's perverse sense of humor.

As if to provoke Simmel, the deepest part of this exhibition hall is an entire wall, with human faces embedded in the wall, twisting and struggling, their cries of agony and pleas for help piercing the deathly silence.

[They killed...me...]

They yearn for liberation.

If there were no means of rescue, Simmel would mercilessly kill them to end their suffering.

But he had a way to save them.