Curse Back: From Demonic Hollow to Heroic Spirit Summoning

"What do you think, Zen Temple? Do you want to accept this commission?"

In a high-rise building not far from Gojo Satoru and the other two, Kong Shiyu was trying to persuade Fushiguro Shige to join this operation. It was because the Panxing Cult had given too much.

Even if Kong Shiyu could only take a small cut in the middle, he could still make a fortune.

Therefore, Kong Shiyu paid special attention to this sorcerer killer whom he usually didn't want to deal with.

After all, the Panxing Cult really didn't have the ability to fight against powerful sorcerers.

Those people in their church were usually good at pretending to be ghosts and deceiving the rich, but if they were really asked to fight against the Rokugan, they would probably be sending themselves to death.

"The Panxing Cult is very generous.

Kong Shiyu continued to seduce.

"Not a Zen temple"

"Hmm?"

Fushiguro Shier's words stunned Kong Shiyu, and he began to think quickly about the meaning of these words in his mind.

"I married into the family, and now I am Fushiguro."

Fushiguro Shier raised his slippered feet and scratched them.

At this moment, Fushiguro Shier gave people the feeling of returning to nature like the Fire Cloud Evil God.

If Fushiguro Shier was thrown into the crowd, it would be hard to imagine that this was the Heaven and Tyrant who once caused trouble in one of the three great families.

‘I see. I've heard Shier say before that he hates Zen temples. Did he retire in recent years because he got married?

Kong Shiyu thought he knew why the magician killer retired in recent years.

But his guess was a little off.

Fushiguro Shier stayed away from black market commissions because of family factors, but more because the rich woman was too attractive.

He didn't need to do anything to get a lot of money. Isn't this much better than fighting in the rivers and lakes?

"Interesting, I'll accept this commission."

Just when Kong Shiyu was thinking about how to persuade him next, Fuguro Shier spoke first.

Kong Shiyu was relieved.

After all, the client said that other curses didn't matter, and he had to let Fuguro Shier accept the commission before he could get paid.

"When will the deposit arrive?"

"Anytime is fine. Panxing Cult is quite generous this time."

Speaking of this, Kong Shiyu took out a card from his pocket.

"Don't give it to me first"

"Hmm?"

Kong Shiyu's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Use the deposit to issue a commission. The target is the astral plasma. No matter if it's dead or alive, try to let as many curse masters know."

"......Are you planning to outsource the commission?"

Kong Shiyu was speechless.

He had been busy looking for a curse master and trying to convince Fushiguro Shier for a long time before he made tens of millions. How could Fushiguro Shier make more than ten times as much as he did by outsourcing the task?

"No, the people that Six Eyes wants to protect are not something that those scumbags can touch."

"Then you still......"

"The commission time is set at 40 hours. There is no need to mention the astral plasma mission. Just say that it is an ordinary person."

Before Kong Shiyu finished speaking, Fushiguro Shier interrupted him.

40 hours? Concealing the identity of the astral plasma?

Kong Shiyu felt as if he understood something.

"I know, that's it......."

Kong Shiyu looked up and was about to reply, but found that Fushiguro Shier had already left.

"This guy, I really don't want to see him anywhere except work and hell."

Kong Shiyu scratched his head helplessly and started to post new commissions on the dark web.

At this moment, in the shadow of the corridor, Fushiguro Shier, who was going downstairs, had a creepy perverted smile on his face.

‘Don't let me down. '

The experience of being rejected by the world of sorcery since childhood is like a thorn that pierces Fushiguro Shier's heart.

Now is the time to trample on the dignity of those arrogant sorcerers.

When the son of God who changed the world of sorcery at birth dies in the hands of a monkey they despise, what expressions will appear on the faces of those old guys?

I am really looking forward to it.

At this moment, Tian Yu Tyrant, who had put away his sword for several years, showed his deadly fangs like a lion awakening from his sleep.............

Beep, beep.

On a congested road, countless drivers are honking their horns anxiously.

Click.

The door opens, and the assistant supervisor who just got out of the car to check the situation returns to the car.

"What's going on ahead?"

Yingling Emiya spoke first

"Lord Emiya, there is a large truck that has overturned ahead. The road is currently blocked and is being cleared."

Are you stalling for time?

This is the second time an accident has occurred on the way to the mission.

The first time was when a landslide occurred on a section of the road.

At that time, the heroic spirit Emiya got off the car and pushed away most of the rocks with other drivers, clearing a road that could be used for traffic.

This time, a large truck was used to block the road.

If Emiya could still handle the previous landslide, he couldn't do it this time.

After all, if you can push away the big rocks, people will just marvel at your strength.

At most, they will give you a few nicknames.

For example, the strongman seen once in a century.

The Thunder of the Heisei era is Uemon.

The Muscle King and so on.

But being able to push a large truck by yourself cannot be explained by simple strength.

"I'll go ahead, and we'll meet up in Nagasaki later."

After saying that, the heroic spirit Emiya in the back seat of the car turned into a spirit and disappeared.

"Wait, Mr. Emiya......"

The assistant supervisor who was driving turned around and found that the Heroic Spirit Emiya had disappeared.

There was only one reason why the Heroic Spirit Emiya dared to do this.

The island country was small enough.

It was no problem for the Heroic Spirit to cross mountains and ridges.

Moreover, in this case, driving by yourself was obviously much faster than driving with constant"accidents".

A few hours later, the Heroic Spirit Emiya arrived at the mission gathering place.

"What's the situation?"

The Heroic Spirit Emiya, who had released his spirit form, appeared beside a man who was responsible for sealing off the accident scene.

""Huh?"

The man was startled by the sudden appearance of the Heroic Spirit Emiya.

After carefully confirming that the Heroic Spirit Emiya was a powerful reinforcement with special strength appointed by the Jujutsu Director Council, the man showed a look of joy on his face.

"Hello, Lord Emiya, I am Tanaka, the assistant supervisor in charge of the on-site blockade, and I will report the situation to you now."

Emiya nodded.

Judging from the joy and relief on the assistant supervisor's face, he was not in the same group as the person who had been delaying the time before.

"There are currently three curse masters and one special curse spirit in the temple, and the hostages are not in danger at the moment.

The assistant supervisor took out a blue folder and opened it.

"One of these three people is a curser who has been very active recently, and his strength is probably equivalent to that of a level 2 curser. The other two have no information about them in the Curse Directorate, and they are probably cursers who usually operate in secret."

The assistant supervisor handed a few photos to the Heroic Spirit Emiya.

These were photos of cursers secretly taken by the on-site staff from various angles.

The same photos were also sent to the Curse Directorate to collect information about cursers.

"In addition, we have found out the true identity of the special cursed spirit in the temple."

After saying this, the assistant supervisor raised his head and said in a heavy tone

"Special grade cursed spirit, Kishimojin."