Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Amitabha."

During the long and irritating midsummer, the heat wave surged through the branches, and the increasing number of curse spirits truly affected the mood of the spellcasters.

In the dormitory of Tokyo Magic College, Atobe Keizawa, four people gathered here for the rare occasion.

"...Are we really going to do this?" At the square table, the friends were occupying their respective positions safely. Perhaps the atmosphere had been depressed for too long, and Xia Youjie finally couldn't bear it and spoke.

"Of course." Atobe Kagezawa nodded decisively. The blond conjurer's face was pale, but his words were full of desperate sorrow: "We have done everything, so we can't waste food!"

"Yes, I, I also think it is necessary." Ieru Glass closed her eyes. Although she obviously wanted to ignore the pickled things neatly placed on the table, the girl still agreed with great pain. Opinions of classmates.

"Don't be afraid, really." Atobe Kageze opened his eyes wide and tried to show his extremely friendly attitude.

On the square table, there were a lot of bottles and cans neatly placed. Atobe Kagezawa moved his paws slightly, hesitantly took out a paper towel, and carefully wrapped the magic ball on the table and displayed it. In front of classmates.

"It took the chefs of Totsuki and the Atobe family for three whole months to create this dish called the Cursed Spirit Ball." Atobe Kageze's mouth twitched, and it was about the same size as Xia Youjie's Cursed Spirit Ball. The exact same dish, a perfect replica inspired by real magic balls.

Its appearance is secondary, but the most important thing is that it shockingly restores the inseparable taste of the magic ball.

Although none of the chefs have ever tasted magic balls, the common denominator of unpalatable dishes is that they are unpalatable, and there is no distinction between them. Keizawa Atobe’s loving descriptions coupled with the chefs’ unconstrained ideas about “unpalatable food” "The repetition of two words.

All in all, this dish is probably against family ethics.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

"Don't be afraid, friends." Jiajiazi swallowed his saliva: "Just think about the tens of thousands of rags that Jie ate."

Xia Youjie: I didn’t eat the rag, thank you.

"...As close friends who share blessings and hardships, we must never let Jie suffer this kind of pain alone." Atobe Kagezawa's eyes were dull, trying to close the window of his soul and start blaming himself.

"Then what is this colorful green liquid that looks poisonous?" Xia Youjie asked curiously.

"This, Xiao Jing said it was a sports drink created by a junior when they were playing tennis and said to be super good for the body."

"It's said to be called dry juice." Atobe Keizawa solemnly introduced it, but what he didn't say was that it seemed to be a punishment prop at the beginning.

Atobe Keizawa: Don’t worry, drinking it won’t kill you for sure, but it might kill you.

Gojo Satoru: ...Help, what are you talking about.

The atmosphere seemed to be stagnant. That night, Atobe Kagezawa, who was tortured by the magic ball for the first time and lost his sense of taste for three days, spent three months secretly replicating this thing. Xia Youjie admired his friend's clever idea and then I thought it was funny.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine how deadly the food is. It was actually made by his classmates in order to experience the same pain as him.

"There's no need to hurt yourself with something like this." Xia Youjie stood up and reached out to collect the food on the table.

Each technique has its own advantages and disadvantages. Just like when Gojo Satoru was tortured by the six eyes and had a high fever when he was young, it is normal for the curse spirit technique to have side effects.

Xia Youjie needs to rely on the power of the technique, so he should bear its side effects.

But his companions had no reason to suffer such hardship.

"Wait!" The douchebag was so scared that he shivered and couldn't speak for a long time. Gojo Satoru suddenly pressed Xia Youjie's hand. The soft white fur of the shivering cat was withering on his head, but he still looked at him stubbornly. Holding a jet-black cursed ball, he was extremely determined: "No, I have decided! I want to eat it!"

"Don't try to persuade me any more!" he added.

At this time, a gleaming white hand took the lead in taking away a magic ball from Xia Youjie. Jiaren Glass weighed the weight of the ball: "It looks really similar, but it is softer than the magic ball." a little."

“That’s because if you make it too hard, you may not be able to maximize the taste the moment you put it in your mouth.” Atobe Keizawa weakly explained: “Part of the appearance is sacrificed in order to replicate its taste to the extreme. "

In other words, its taste will really break through the bottom line of the ingredients.

Xia Youjie: ...Is it necessary to be so serious?

"I only have one question, can you survive after eating this thing?" Gojo Satoru asked in fear.

"The highest content of ingredients in this thing is various traditional Chinese medicines. It can barely be regarded as a medicinal diet." Atobe Keizawa vowed: "Don't worry, people will never die."

But the sense of taste may be dead, Xia Youjie added silently, he knew the answer to this question.

Atobe Kagezawa had already experienced the smell of curse spirits once. He had been deprived of the curse spirit skills. When the number of curse spirits he tamed increased from zero to tens of thousands, he did not feel anything strange. Until the magic ball turned into a special magic spirit fell into his stomach.

That kind of profound malice easily aroused the negative emotions of tens of thousands of cursed spirits. In an instant, it was like being possessed by a demon. Atobe Jingze felt that his blood was rising, his heartbeat was racing, and his resentment was soaring. The deep realm space seemed to be filled with anger. Lost control for a second.

If Xia Youjie hadn't been by his side, and if he hadn't been a spellcaster of the same level as Xia Youjie, the bottomless darkness attached to the spellcasting technique would have been enough to plunge him into eternal doom.

At that moment, both malice and taste seemed to be forgotten by Atobe Kagezawa, leaving only a little bit of happiness and endless fear.

Fortunately, Xia Youjie's level of taming the curse spirits gradually increased, which gave the immature curse spirits enough time to adjust their bodies and minds and digest these negative emotions. However, even if such pain were divided equally into tens of thousands, The share cannot be ignored.

What's more, they are superimposed at the same time.

Just losing the sense of taste for three days really made a fortune, Atobe Keizawa thought in hindsight.

The blond conjurer silently picked up a magic ball and cooked it, then raised his head. The three people's erratic gazes met in the middle of the square table, and their heartbeats, like drums, became consistent at this moment.

Once cruel, close your eyes.

Raise your head and swallow it in.

One second…

Two seconds...

"Ouch——"

The two seconds of delay caused by the slow spread of taste to the mind. After two seconds, the sour stomach issued a warning. The doctor lady didn't even have time to say a word. She covered her mouth with both hands and watched her cheeks swell. She stood up suddenly!

The sound of rushing water came from the toilet, and the sound of vomiting was mixed with the joy of the water. It seemed that the housekeeper wanted to vomit all the gastric juice.

Atobe Keizawa swallowed his saliva. Fortunately, he had some experience. Although the taste of the food was extremely anti-human, he could at least swallow it and even suppressed the physiological reaction of vomiting.

His face was even paler, and he doubted that a person could become this pale even after three days of death.

Xia Youjie looked worriedly away from the toilet. He didn't go there, and the girl's family might not be willing to let him see the scene of vomiting. Fortunately, Glass had a reversal technique.

"Wu, are you okay?" Xia Youjie's attention shifted to his classmate who was 100% more pure and sweet.

Gojo Satoru was blindfolded and sat upright at the square table. His hands were placed on the table in a regular manner. He took a magic ball into his belly. The strange cat seemed indifferent. He did not spit it out and meowed coquettishly. Meow.

Xia Youjie couldn't help but feel very happy. As the most intolerable feline in the world, his friend actually endured this heartbreaking feeling for him and remained unwavering...

He really, really, Xia Youjie decided to be more tolerant to Wu in the future!

"No!" Atobe Keizawa, who sensed something was wrong, stood up in shock and rushed towards Gojo Satoru.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Jay!!!"

"Satoru, Satoru lost consciousness!!!!"

Gojo Satoru put his hands together: Amitabha.

Become a Buddha immediately.