The brave Simmel wants to resign

"Are you alright, Yigu-kun? I've come to save you~"

The man grinned, looking very sunny.

"My name is Haibara Yu."

Please give me your guidance~

[November 2016]

【Tokyo】

The following is the record content—

[The cursed individual, tentatively designated Special Class, Otoko Yuuta, was abducted from the underground prison of the Cursed Realm. A total of twenty-one members of the special operations team directly under the high command were killed or wounded.]

[Later, based on the remains, it was determined to be the work of a top-tier curse master who appeared in the "Xia Youjie defection incident"].

[Its tentative ability is to master the spells of others by replacing their corpses; it is vicious and elusive; tentative name: Ghoul]

"Don't you guys really think there's something wrong with your taste in naming things?"

As always, the late-arriving strongest modern-day Satoru Gojo complained at the entrance to the messy dungeon.

"It feels like without me and Simmel, you guys are like foam padding in a package, not only useless but also a pain to open."

Today, Gojo Satoru and Simmel are still working overtime.

Chapter 59 What do you mean by "You are Luo Xiao O's script"?

I was woken up by my alarm at 6 a.m., took a one-hour commute to the office, clocked in at 7 a.m., and was glued to my desk by 8 a.m. As soon as I turned on my computer, the operations team started revising the first draft three times. At 9 a.m., I coordinated with the brand for repeated adjustments. At 11 a.m., I finished the main visual for the event. At noon, I ate a quick bite of food, but because of my chronic gastritis, I couldn't lie down properly, so I decided to spend my lunch break scrolling through my phone or listening to audiobooks. At 2 p.m., a requirements meeting was held where new drafts were suddenly added. At 3 p.m., I worked on the details, and at 5 p.m., I received another urgent request. At 8 p.m., I finished revising the final draft only to be told it needed to be scrapped and redone. At 10 p.m., I finished organizing all the materials, and at 11 p.m., I dragged my heavy body out of the office…

This is the self-cultivation of a Tokyoite.

But Gojo Satoru is even busier than that.

After graduating from college, he learned to use the technique of Cang to teleport. Although his mobility and agility were not as good as Simmel's over short distances, he could completely overwhelm the latter over long distances.

So he spent most of his day flying around Japan, solving curse cases.

Theoretically, Simmel's existence should have helped alleviate his stress—but unfortunately, in fact, without Simmel, Gojo Satoru's choice would have been to [save some if possible, and for the rest, there's nothing that can be done, wish them good luck].

Now it's a matter of [Simmel and Gojo Satoru can save some of them, and wish the rest good luck].

That's right.

Although it is a 'small island nation', it is still 'small' on a global scale.

Every day, Gojo Satoru has to deal with a large number of curse incidents and also teach the next generation. He gets very little sleep. If it weren't for the reversal spell, he would have died a thousand times over.

The reason he is considered unreliable by others is because he only shares photos of himself buying local desserts after get off work on his WeChat Moments.

Gojo Satoru doesn't like others to see that he's very busy.

and so--

"I'm already working like this, why are there still so many problems?"

Gojo Satoru squatted on the ground.

"Ha... what do you mean by being kidnapped?"

When Gojo Satoru arrived at the dungeon, he saw rows and rows of corpses.

The high-level direct combat force is an elite unit composed of the lowest-ranking quasi-first-level sorcerers, and is responsible only to the bigwigs above them.

Besides protecting those important figures, their daily work involves guarding the protective barriers of important areas within the college, such as the location of Lord Tianyuan, or places like the dungeon.

But at this point, they were all wiped out.

Even as the 'root,' these guys have very wide internal promotion channels, so their actual strength is somewhat inflated... This is just too exaggerated.

The opponent is at least at the level of a top-tier sorcerer.

Gojo Satoru immediately recognized the other party's identity through the remnants of the cursed power.

Click.

The incantation power fluctuated as the instep crushed the floor tiles.

"Calm down, five points."

Simmel simply said one sentence, and Gojo quickly calmed down and left the scene.

Meanwhile, Simmel scanned the scene, roughly inspected it, and made a judgment based on his own eyesight.

"They acted quickly; it was a premeditated attack." He glanced back at Wutiao. "Haven't the moles at the higher levels been dealt with yet?"

"We tried it nine years ago, okay?"

"A group of people were eliminated, but the result remained the same."

Gojo Satoru squatted down rather ungracefully, ruffling his feathered head.

"A rotten orange is always a rotten orange, and it will only cause fresh oranges to rot as well. If you want to uproot it, you have to wipe out the three main families and kill all the upper echelons, including their relatives. If you do that, you won't be able to find a capable and clean enough person to take over the operation of the organization."

We can't exactly make ourselves the supreme rulers of sorcery, can we?

"Are you kidding me? I only get three hours of sleep a day now, okay?"—These words were written all over Gojo Satoru's face.

That's precisely why I reluctantly became a teacher, wanting to cultivate intelligent and capable juniors...

Damn it, did I miss it?

Gojo Satoru scratched his head twice more.

In the past nine years, the number of sorcerers trained by the vocational college who can be considered 'useful' is...

【zero】

Haha.

It's hilarious, isn't it?

Gojo Satoru: I can't laugh.

This means that his friend Xia Youjie's ridiculous theory might actually have some merit; all sorcerers except him are indeed as fragile as flowers, easily broken at the slightest touch.

The only consolation is...

"Don't overthink it, this year's class is quite high-achieving, isn't it?"

"Can you please stop trying to read my mind all the time?"

Simmel offered another timely word of comfort, knowing he could guess what Gojo Satoru was thinking.

But they survived the most difficult time, and now everything is moving in a positive direction.

This year, the first-year high school students in both Tokyo and Kyoto have great potential.

There is a disciple of Yuki Tsukumo in Kyoto named Aoi Todo.

A problem student in the second year of high school in Tokyo has talent that rivals his own. Nanako and Mimiko have also grown up and are considered independent sorcerers.

His adopted son is also the inheritor of the [Ten Shadow Spells], so his future is definitely limitless.

And now, it's even happening in an exceptional case like [Ergu Yuta].

If we could bring back this promising young sorcerer who is suspected to be a top-tier sorcerer...

"For my vacation and my strawberry daifuku, I'll go and bring that guy back!" Gojo Satoru punched his left palm with his right fist. "He actually ran away on his own, so this fight—"

"I'll accept it."

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

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"So that's how Wutiao left."

After watching Gojo Satoru leave, Simmel remained at the High Prison.

I walked slowly down the mottled stone steps, past the damp water stains.

call--

Arriving at a deeper level than where Yigu Youtai was imprisoned, this place was constructed with layers of seals and barriers, even for those who were skilled in magic.

However, this also means that there are even more dangerous people imprisoned here than Etotsu Yuta, who is a [Special Calamity].

"What a pity."

"Haha."

A clear voice came from inside the room.

"Really? What a pity. I was hoping to be able to talk to Satoru this year."

"You two are always bickering..." Simmel stopped, hands on her hips, and teased, "And what's that outfit of yours?"

hum...

A faint blue light swept slowly across the room, illuminating the surroundings.

The dungeon was naturally used to imprison criminals.

However, in this respect, the restraints imposed on the person in front of them are perhaps a bit too excessive.

Layers of straps tightened around the shoulders, neck, waist, and abdomen, and even the wrists and ankles were locked and bound by shackles, covering the upper half of the face, leaving only the tip of the nose and mouth exposed.

The chains hung at his sides, swaying slightly and making a soft, metallic clanging sound as he spoke.

"this?"

But the prisoner himself seemed to be enjoying it.

"Ever since I fought with Wu here three years ago, the people above have been worried about me and have increased their surveillance measures. They have not only increased the number of people, but also brought a lot of magical artifacts to restrain me. Well, I think their concerns are justified."

The man was implying something.

"The longer I'm locked up here, the more I feel that my decision nine years ago was right. The only flaw is that none of you are willing to be with me. If you and Summer are willing to carry out massacres and hegemonic rule, ignoring those non-sorcerers, then you and Summer won't need to work overtime."

"Did the spell manipulation technique turn you into this, Xia You?"

Simmel said helplessly.

That's right.