Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

"Moshi moshi, here are five handsome guys. I've come to repay a favor!"

Before Suzuki could even speak after the call connected, Gojo Satoru's exaggerated voice came from the other end.

Suzuki could easily picture Gojo Satoru standing there, hands on his hips, laughing heartily.

"My connections are still quite valuable. What's worth using them for?"

"So, you've finally taken a dislike to those old fogies in the Pyromancy Directorate and are planning to hire me to assassinate them?"

Suzuki paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and then slowly began to speak.

"Don't put it so harshly. The older folks in the Jujutsu Supervision Department still have some influence."

For example, wasn't the battlefield cleaned up very well last time?

Upon hearing Suzuki's words, Gojo Satoru chuckled and "defended" the senior members of the management team.

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Suzuki laughed out loud without any restraint.

It would be better not to explain at all; this is just saying that they are good for nothing but whitewashing.

Suzuki laughed. Gojo Satoru, on the other side, also laughed.

"Speak up, what is it? Let's make it clear first, I won't do anything I can't do."

After laughing, Suzuki steered the conversation back on track.

If we follow Gojo Satoru's lead, we'll soon be talking about what's on the moon.

"As you know, Gojo is usually too busy to take care of his skin."

So I was thinking, could we outsource some of it?

Gojo Satoru's tone immediately became somber.

This made the atmosphere of their conversation seem furtive.

"You want me to work for you?"

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Suzuki raised an eyebrow and immediately grasped his meaning.

Gojo Satoru laughed even harder on the other end of the phone:

"Suzuki-kun really understands me! Lately, the appearances of cursed spirits in various places have become more frequent, and I'm a bit short-handed on my side, so I thought of you!"

"Well, I've been really busy lately, you know. I have my entrance exams coming up soon, so I can't afford to get distracted."

Suzuki wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke listlessly into the phone.

He was enjoying his comfortable life and had no intention of becoming a free laborer for Gojo Satoru.

"Hey, don't be so unmotivated! The pay is really good. Instead of letting those old men use the director's budget for banquets, we should take a bigger share, right?"

Satoru Gojo's voice was full of temptation, like the serpent tempting Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.

"Ahem, it's not about the small amount of money; it's just that I can't bear to see cursed spirits running rampant and the common people suffering."

Send me the time, location, and target information immediately; I can't wait to save the world.

Suzuki became instantly interested upon hearing that there was a reward.

Although the parents left behind a considerable inheritance, one cannot simply sit back and live off what one has.

Besides, Gojo Satoru is right; those old men in the Jujutsu Directorate are just sitting idly by.

What a tragedy that all that money ended up in their hands!

Gojo Satoru had clearly anticipated this reaction, and burst out laughing upon hearing it.

He immediately sent over the compiled intelligence, adding a note at the end:

"There'll be an extra bonus if it's done well, Suzuki-kun, good luck!"

After saying that, she hurriedly hung up the phone, as if afraid that Suzuki would change his mind.

An ominous premonition arose with the dial tone coming from the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Suzuki glanced at the intelligence report and nearly fainted upon seeing it.

The task directory was so densely packed that Suzuki flipped through several pages without reaching the bottom.

Suzuki immediately called back. That damn Gojo Satoru is treating Suzuki like a beast of burden!

The caller responded with a notification from the mobile network operator that the other party's phone was switched off.

Suzuki was so angry that his teeth turned sharp, and he grinded them with a loud crunching sound.

If Gojo Satoru were right in front of him, Suzuki would definitely bite him without hesitation.

After taking a few deep breaths, Suzuki dialed another number at lightning speed:

"Yujin, I've received a few jobs dealing with cursed spirits. Go and clear them out, and I'll treat you to a meal afterwards."

On the other end of the phone, Huzhang paused in his hand movements, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Wait for me! I'm coming right away!"

During this period of cultivation, Hu Zhang is currently in the stage where he has a hammer in his hand and sees everyone as a nail.

I desperately want to have a goal to vent my excess energy.

After hanging up the phone, Suzuki had a subtle smile on his face.

Outsourcing? Anyone can do that!

Chapter 134: A Chance Encounter

There was no moon tonight, and the dark, abandoned hospital looked eerie and terrifying.

But at that moment, three figures appeared at the hospital entrance.

The stout man spoke first, addressing the slender figure beside him:

"Maki, don't you think the tasks we've been assigned lately seem a lot easier?"

The newcomers were none other than the trio from the first year of the Spellcasting Academy: Panda, Zenin Maki, and Inu-maki Toshiki.

They were seriously injured by Xia Youjie at the Spellcasting Academy, but after so much time, they have long since recovered.

Hearing what the panda said, Maki responded unhappily:

"I heard that Ms. Gojo has outsourced the tasks in the surrounding area."

"Ugh, now we're almost not even getting a chance to practice."

"Salmon!"

The dog, Curly, standing nearby, also agreed.

They are not only students, but also full-time sorcerers, and they are also responsible for handling matters related to cursed spirits.

However, after they recovered from their injuries, the difficulty of the missions they received dropped sharply, and the number of missions was not as large as before.

But Gojo-sensei was still as busy as ever, and even Etsuko was taken away by him to carry out missions.

This comparison makes it hard not to wonder if their recent failures have led to a lack of trust in their abilities.

Learning about his outsourced tasks from Gojo Satoru was an even bigger blow to Maki and the others.

Preferring to delegate tasks to outsiders rather than to them is definitely a workplace crisis.

So they did this in order to improve their reputation with Gojo-sensei.

The three planned this operation.

Looking at the abandoned hospital before her, Maki clenched her fists and solemnly said to her two companions beside her:

"This is the mission location that I finally managed to sneak a peek at. I heard that even two sorcerers couldn't handle it. I can't let them down later!"

"Don't worry, you know me well enough."

"Salmon!"

The panda and the dog responded in different ways.

As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them pushed open the door and walked straight into the abandoned hospital.

Upon entering the building, a strong smell of musty and disinfectant hit you.

The corridor was pitch black at its deepest point, and Maki gripped the hilt of her knife tightly as she walked at the front.

The panda followed closely to the side, its nerves on edge, while the dog-like creature crouched low at the rear.

The concentration of residual curse power here is already astonishingly high.

Even someone who has little experience with magic would feel a chill run down their spine if they walked here.

Not to mention the three sorcerers who were already quite experienced.

Although they were eager to prove their abilities, they did not forget the code of conduct for sorcerers.

The fact that the two second-level sorcerers who came before couldn't solve the problem here already shows how difficult it is.

If they act rashly, tomorrow the Spellcasting Specialist will have a new task: collecting their corpses.

The three of them walked slowly along the wall, their footsteps barely audible in the corridor, and they even deliberately kept their breathing light.

The deeper you go, the stronger the oppressive feeling of the curse becomes.

The beams of their flashlights seemed to be stained gray-black by the dense magical power.

The panda suddenly stopped, raised its hand to shield Maki's back, and whispered:

"No, the energy fluctuations here are wrong. It seems to be deliberately hiding itself and hasn't come out to stop us at all."

Upon hearing Panda's words, both Maki and Inuju felt a chill in their hearts.

Given its level of intelligence, this cursed spirit is likely to be more than just level two as reported in the intelligence.

Maki stopped and listened for a few seconds.

The only sounds on the entire floor, besides their heartbeats, were the dripping of leaking water from the pipes; it was eerily quiet.

She frowned, drew her katana from her waist, and the cold blade flashed in the darkness.

"No matter what it's up to, we'll keep going. Once we find the core issue, we can solve the problem."

Dog-Turtle Thorn tensed up instantly, its cursed power silently gathering in its mouth.

Be ready to use incantations to directly control the opponent the moment the cursed spirit launches a surprise attack.

The panda also took a deep breath, tensed all its muscles, and concentrated its magical power in its limbs, ready to fight at any moment.

The person continued to move forward carefully and soon reached the operating room door at the end of the corridor.

The door was half-open, and a magical power several times stronger than that outside was seeping out from the crack.

You could feel the malice emanating from inside, even through the door.

Maki made a gesture to the two of them and then suddenly kicked open the operating room door.

The beam of the flashlight swept across the entire room in an instant, then focused on the constantly writhing dark shadow beside the operating table.

The cursed spirit was larger than the three had anticipated.

Sticky black limbs dangled from the operating table, covered in an unidentified liquid that had turned black.

Upon hearing the noise, it slowly raised its head, its completely black eyes, devoid of any whites, staring directly at the three people at the door.

It made a low gurgling sound in its throat, and then immediately pounced on me.

"do not move!"

Faced with the attacking cursed spirit, Dog Roll didn't have time to think. He immediately spoke, and the incantation transformed into an invisible force that bound the cursed spirit.

Maki gripped her long sword tightly and seized the opportunity to decapitate the cursed spirit in front of her with a single strike.

The cursed spirit let out a wail and dissipated into pitch-black curse power.

But Maki, who had just killed the cursed spirit, suddenly had a bad feeling. This cursed spirit didn't seem like it could defeat two sorcerers.

"careful!"

Before she could come up with any conclusion, a panda's urgent shouts suddenly came from behind her.

The next moment, Maki was slammed into by a furry body, and the two of them crashed through the wall together.

"Go away!"