The brave Simmel wants to resign

That posture was different from when he usually played around with his classmates; it was closer to the 'life' Simmel.

At that moment, a figure appeared behind him.

This is the right way for the night moth.

"Are you really going to kill Jay?"

His expression was complicated. Personally, Masamichi Yagami regarded Gojo Satoru, Natsuyu Suguru, and Shoko as his most troublesome but also most important students, almost like his own children.

but....

It's always difficult to choose between the greater good and personal feelings, especially since Xia Youjie made the decision first.

Now, he could only feel utterly powerless and turn to this brave man for help.

"Ok?"

Simmel turned her head.

He could see the vulnerability in the eyes of Moth, this usually reliable adult.

At the same time—he also understood.

A hero is someone who gives people hope in times like these.

"Of course not."

"Hey?!"

The hero waved his cloak and said, "Putting aside the fact that the matter has not been investigated, even the death penalty has a trial process. Moreover, Xia You's ability is the manipulation of cursed spirits. His death will cause the cursed spirits to go berserk. There was no possibility of killing him from the beginning."

"Then why did you..."

“If we don’t do this, the child will definitely feel guilty.” With that, Simmel ignored the astonished look on Moth Masakazu’s face.

"All right."

He turned to look out the window.

"It's time to drag out the bad guys who laid a hand on the children and give them a good beating."

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"Jay?"

"here it is?"

Hey.

The crisp sound of footsteps on the rusted cement ground broke the deathly silence of the ruins.

Suburbs of Hachioji City, Tokyo.

Nestled in the hilly heart of the old National Highway 20 lies an ironworks that has been abandoned for who knows how long.

Because of the inaction of local administrators and the constant shirking of responsibility, this land has long been completely forgotten by the prosperity of the city, becoming a corner where only homeless people and wild cursed spirits would linger.

After easily dealing with the cursed spirits of the natives, Xia Youjie brought the Gaba sisters to this place.

"Hmm... I'll have to make do with you here tonight."

Xia You gave the two little girls a tired but gentle smile.

"Fighting with Wu was too mentally taxing... Tomorrow morning, we'll go to our new home."

(That guy already told me the location of the Panxing Sect.)

(Just kill all those believers... no, keep them alive to collect money, squeeze out every last bit of value, and then kill them.)

Beneath Xia Youjie's smile lay a cold, thoughtful expression.

The two sisters were very sensible and didn't say much. They followed the spirit summoned by Xia You to find a draft-free iron room to rest in.

As Xia You watched the two leave, she also glanced at the back of their hands.

The Command Seals were dimmed, their circuits severed.

Wu might be able to find me, but he probably won't want to face me anytime soon.

While Simmel was willing to come, Wu would never agree to bring him along.

Is it safe for now...?

Xia You looked up and around.

The towering blast furnace frame was covered in rust, and coal slag covered the entire open space.

The wind howled through the twisted and broken steel frame.

A tilted ladle of molten iron, an idle conveyor belt, rusted iron drums, and a thick layer of dust and cobwebs covering these things.

The desolation and ruin actually suit my current state of mind perfectly.

He recalled what had happened half a day earlier.

Gojo Satoru found himself, and then the two confronted each other.

Faced with Gojo's question, Natsume did not give a direct answer, and the impatient Gojo Satoru also lost patience.

The battle between top-tier fighters was truly earth-shattering.

Although it may seem that Gojo, with his limitless techniques, is an invincible being, that is not the case in reality—Xia Youjie, who possesses the art of manipulating spirits, also has several spirits that control 'domains'.

Some are special domains within a rule-based system.

There are also areas where "Herpes God" (a popular Chinese medicine) is guaranteed to be effective.

He does indeed have a few trump cards as a [Special Grade Cursed Spirit].

However, neither of them was able to use their full strength before the battle ended.

Natsume couldn't have killed Gojo, and Gojo couldn't have killed him either.

Taking advantage of a large-scale clash of magical energy, he escaped the scene with the Kaba sisters.

Wu Tiao failed to catch up. After venting his initial anger and disbelief, his fatigue and frustration accumulated from working non-stop for several days also reached their peak.

Both sides knew that if the fighting continued, neither would be able to stop.

but...

(Perhaps Wu still harbors a naive belief that given enough time, he can calm down on his own, and I will change my mind in the process.)

(That arrogance has never changed.)

Although it was meant as a complaint, Xia You's face showed a nostalgic smile.

Although I intended to sever ties with my past friends, but...

Even in his current state of self-abandonment, he cannot genuinely hate them.

But at that moment—

"Um?!"

The nostalgic smile on Xia Youjie's face suddenly froze, and he abruptly looked up at a corner of the sky.

(Wow, that was fast.)

(The cursed spirit placed five kilometers away was instantly breached; not even its face could be detected.)

(Is this speed enlightenment?)

(No, that's not right, this magical power is—)

Bang!!--!--------

Click click click click—! ————

The impact caused a massive explosion, and the already loose concrete was smashed into a deep crater by the force, with the edges curling up and debris flying everywhere.

Xia You raised one arm to block some of the splashing particles, while using his incantation to disperse the smoke in front of him.

"really...."

Xia You smiled bitterly.

"Can't you just turn a blind eye?"

"Sorry, I can't do that."

The figures in the smoke spoke with joy.

call--

Smoke clung to the edges of his cloak as Simmel emerged from it, a smile on his face.

"I consider myself a respected elder to everyone."

Chapter 45 The Battle of the Special Forces

call----

The cracked cement floor was marked with alternating deep and shallow cracks, and a half-rusted iron pipeline hung askew, making a creaking sound.

Viewed from the side, Simmel stood on what appeared to be a corrugated iron shed, with one arm hanging naturally and relaxed.

Xia Youjie stood on the ground, palms facing backward, knees slightly lowered, maintaining a vigilant posture.

The two were locked in a standoff—no, perhaps only Xia Youjie considered it a 'standoff'.

Simmel looked around.

"He hasn't woken up yet."

Xia Youjie knew he was referring to the Jiachang sisters.

“I put them to sleep and used the power of the cursed spirits. It will be difficult for them to wake up in a short time,” Xia You said. “After all, I guessed you might come.”

"That's good."

"What do you mean 'good'..." Xia Youjie laughed and scolded, "How exactly did you find us? Are there still some aspects of those two children's techniques that I don't understand?"

No, no.