Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Hui Yuan spoke first: "How deep should the foundation be dug? How should the beams be erected? Does anyone know anything about construction?"

Nanami took off his helmet, tucked it under his arm, and shook his head.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and said he had seen Lego build castles, but Duanmu Yan pressed his hand down and said that this was a completely different matter from Lego.

Several sorcerers crouched beside the woodpile, eerily quiet.

"Get out of the way."

Everyone turned around, and Moth Masamichi stood behind them, his sleeves rolled up above his elbows, revealing his two thick forearms.

He glanced at the paper on the table that was just a few boxes drawn on it and dared to call it a design drawing. He reached out, pulled the paper out, flipped it over, twirled the pencil in his hand, and then put it down, marking a straight line, an arc, and the position of a load-bearing column clearly.

When he paints the walls, he will also mark the positions of the doors and windows, and after marking the dimensions, he will also write the material numbers next to them.

“Making cursed remains and building houses are based on the same skeletal structure.” He didn’t even look up. “I’ve been working on this for decades, and building a few wooden houses is still a piece of cake for me.”

He finished drawing, put his pencil on the table, and put on his hard hat. The hat was a bright yellow one that someone else had handed him, which didn't match his usual look of wearing sunglasses and a black uniform at all. But the way he bent down, picked up a bundle of timber, and carried it on his shoulder was so smooth that it looked like he had been working on construction sites all his life.

"What are you standing there for? Divide the work according to the blueprints. Nanami, take Haibara to erect the foundation piles. Satoru, sort the timber according to the numbers. Endu is in charge of cutting and polishing. Shoko and Riko, continue with logistics. Get moving."

He carried the timber toward the baseline. The students exchanged glances, and then Haibara was the first to grab a hammer and chase after him.

The construction site is bustling again.

Chapter 146 The First Kindergarten of Spells

The first kindergarten of the Spellcasting College was completed in two days.

The cabin nestled at the foot of the hill behind the house, its walls painted with pale yellow waterproof paint, its roof covered with dark brown wooden planks, and its window frames made of mortise and tenon joints carved by Nanami, so tight that even a breeze couldn't get in.

The doorplate was written by Duanmu Yan himself, and the handwriting was neat and tidy.

Xia Youjie served as the principal, Wu Tiaowu as the vice principal, and Duanmu Yan was nominally appointed as the Minister of Education.

A small kindergarten has three top-level sorcerers in charge.

Gojo Satoru squatted next to the doorplate, tilted his head and examined it for a while, then blurted out, "This setup is unique in the whole world."

On the first day of the park's opening, Xia Youjie stood at the entrance to greet six children. He had his long hair tied in a low ponytail, his apron was neatly tied, and he held a roll call board in his hand.

Nanako and Mimiko ran in hand in hand, followed by Maki and Mai, each carrying a small backpack. Fushiguro Megumi was being pulled along by Tsumiki, her face full of displeasure.

Outside the window, Duanmu Yan leaned against the crooked tree, watching six small figures walk into the classroom one after another.

The weight on his heart finally lifted.

A year ago, he stabbed Fukushiro in the heart, then held the knife to the entire council of elders, and negotiated with Tengen at the Hōsei Palace in exchange for Riko's free future.

That girl is now a level three sorcerer and is working her way up to level two.

Three months ago, he acted alongside Nanami and Haibara. The land god was uprooted, and Hanamichi, one of the four future calamity curse spirits, was successfully eliminated. Haibara survived.

Those two junior students who were once dominated by him on the training field are now qualified level two magic users.

A week ago, he grabbed Xia Youjie's shoulder in the warehouse of that remote mountain village. Jie's murderous intent almost got out of control, but he stopped him.

Now Jay is in the classroom, squatting down to tell stories to six children.

He recalled when he first transmigrated, he knew nothing and only knew how to run, but now he could do everything.

"Well, that's what makes it meaningful."

He said to himself, his voice so soft that only the wind could hear it, "If we've already traveled through time, what's the point of traveling if we can't do anything in the end?"

Riko's voice called from behind. She had just run down from the training field and was waving at him: "Duanmu, come spar with me! I need to become a level two sorcerer as soon as possible!"

Duanmu Yan straightened up from the tree trunk and waved to her: "You're here."

Everything is getting better.

……

2009 6 Month 24 Day.

On the stone steps at the entrance of Kyoto High School, the geisha raised her fist at the sky. Today was an important day for her.

That's right, our songstress is once again... taking the Level 1 Sorcerer exam.

"Today is the Songstress's eighth Level One Sorcerer assessment, she must pass!"

Usually at this point, someone will come out and disagree.

Just like now, before the songstress could finish her self-encouragement, an annoying voice drifted out from behind the tree.

"He failed the test eight times? That's incredibly lame!"

How could the songstress not recognize that voice? She whirled around, pointed at the crooked tree in the distance, and roared, "Gojo Satoru! You bastard, show some respect to your senior!"

Gojo Satoru peeked out from behind the tree, his hands outstretched, his face full of innocence: "Why should I respect the weak? Besides, I'm a top-tier sorcerer now. According to the rules of the sorcerer world, you should be bowing to me and calling me senior."

"Damn it, Gojo Satoru!"

The songstress kicked out, and her wooden clogs came off her feet.

Gojo Satoru didn't dodge at all. His wooden clogs stopped in mid-air before the unscrupulous spell. He flicked his finger lightly, and the clogs flew back, hitting the songstress squarely on the forehead.

"Here you go!"

The songstress clutched her head and crouched down, muttering through gritted teeth, "Damn Gojo... damn Gojo..."

A whirlwind swirled around Gojo Satoru, and four figures emerged from it.

Duanmu Yan sighed, "You guys are always like this every time you meet. Riko, help out the songstress-senpai."

"Okay." Riko reluctantly let go of Duanmu Yan's hand, squatted down in front of the songstress, and placed her palm on the songstress's forehead. "Starlight, bless her."

A soft golden light flashed, and the red mark on her forehead faded. The songstress hugged Riko tightly, tears welling up in her eyes: "Riko and Shoko are the best! Please don't go astray with those other scumbags!"

She pointed to the two top-tier sorcerers present, making it clear who she was referring to as the "scumbag."

Gojo Satoru chuckled and leaned closer to Duanmu Yan: "Duanmu, talking to a songstress will make you stupid, you know."

Duanmu Yan, with his hands in his pockets, took a swaying step forward: "You should be the one talking the most, you idiot."

“Only normal conversation counts. I’ve never had a normal conversation with her.”

The songstress's face turned bright red. Was she in love? No, baby, this is called a feverish blush.

Riko quickly smoothed things over: "Senior, don't worry about them. They're usually quite normal."

The songstress is becoming increasingly popular. "If it were just Duanmu, I could believe it. But you insisted on bringing that guy Wutiao along. I don't believe he doesn't usually have a mental breakdown!"

Riko stuck out her tongue: "Hehehe, I saw through you."

The songstress patted her skirt and stood up, her gaze falling on the two quiet figures standing behind Duanmu Yan.

Nanami nodded slightly to her, and Haibara bowed respectfully and greeted her with a cheerful "Hello, senior!"

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Nenriko: "What are you doing here? And you brought two junior students with you."

Riko replied casually, "Oh, Duanmu is planning to take the two of them to take the Level 1 Spellcaster exam. Since Principal Nightmoth isn't here, we came to Kyoto to apply. By the way, I'm from the medical team."

The songstress felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest; her juniors, two years her junior, were already taking the Level 1 exam.

She squatted back down and covered her head again.

Riko quickly squatted down and patted her back, saying, "It's okay, senior. Eight times isn't so bad."

Duanmu Yan shifted his gaze from them, nodded towards Nanami and Haibara, and walked inside first.

Gojo Satoru, Nanami, and Haibara immediately followed.

Everyone around the glasses had left, so the songstress could only wipe away her tears and, with her big, watery eyes, accompany Riko inside.

Chapter 146 Level 1 Assessment

Kyoto Jujutsu High School, Principal's Office.

Leyan Temple sat behind his desk, his cane tucked behind him, and looked at the group of people in front of him, letting out a deep sigh.

"Moth really picked a good time to push all the trouble onto me."

His gaze swept over Gojo Satoru, who was playing with his office chair like a carousel, and a vein throbbed on his forehead. "Especially that most wicked brat over there, Gojo, don't treat this place like your home!"

Gojo Satoru kicked the chair around again, his sunglasses wobbling on his face: "Don't be so stingy, old man. You don't need another chair here anyway."

Leyan Temple decided to turn a blind eye and turned his attention to the few relatively normal people in front of him: "Take out your recommendation letters."

The songstress quickly pulled two envelopes from the sleeve of her shrine maiden robes, one from Kusakabe and the other from Meimei.

Nanami and Ai Haibara only handed over one envelope.

According to the rules, promotion to the first level requires the recommendation of two first-level sorcerers. However, these two people are different. Nanami's recommendation letter is signed by Duanmu Yan, while Haibara's recommendation letter is signed by Xia Youjie.

Their recommender was a top-tier sorcerer.

As for Gojo Satoru who came along, he was just there for the fun of it.

Leyan Temple glanced through the letters and nodded: "The recommendation letters are fine. Then you can begin your Level 1 Spellcaster assessment."

He paused, then said with some difficulty, "However, there's a problem now. We don't have any extra level one sorcerers to accompany you on missions. In the past two years, the activities of the Spellcasters have become more and more frequent, and two special-grade sorcerers almost never take on missions. The number of missions for other sorcerers has increased by several times."

Recently, for some unknown reason, the number and activity of cursed spirits have become more frequent. Fortunately, they are mostly low to mid-level, and the sorcerers who participated in the extermination suffered no casualties.

The songstress was so anxious that she spun around on the spot, then turned around and hugged Riko, wailing, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Leyan Temple glanced at her helplessly: "Songstress, you're twenty years old already. Can't you be a little more composed? If you want to go on a mission now, you need to find a reliable person to lead you. It's okay to slightly violate the rules of sorcerers."

He turned his gaze to Duanmu Yan.

With ability, time, and a good reputation, it seems like only this one remains.

"Duanmu Yan, I would like to ask you to guide these three in the Level 1 Spellcaster assessment."

Duanmu Yan was somewhat surprised. According to the rules, the recommender cannot perform the assessment task together with the recommendee, but in the current situation, there was really no other choice.

So he nodded: "Okay."

Gojo Satoru turned around in his chair and pointed at himself: "Why didn't you ask me? I'm obviously more reliable."

Leyan Temple yelled back, "If I asked you to go on a mission with them, they'd probably spend days eating desserts with you before they could get anything done! Look at Duanmu, the Special Grade Supervisor, he has the best reputation among the assistant supervisors, he doesn't act like a big shot, and he's very approachable. Unlike you!"

It was all the truth, so Gojo Satoru could only turn his head away and curse, "You old bastard."