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

"High school."

The picture on the screen began to rotate back and forth, and useless optical elements were piled up on the video. To Atobe Keizawa, it seemed as if the mastermind behind the scenes was in a pile of video materials that could kill him countless times. , carefully selected the most tragic one.

But the conjurer who was leaning on the sofa raised his eyelids and his rebellious mentality reached a new peak.

It doesn't matter, you will die anyway.

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[When I raised my head, a white-haired conjurer appeared on the screen. Gojo Satoru sat on the chair and leaned back. The chair with only two legs on the ground was swaying under him.

"But, does Aze have a technique?" Gojo Satoru said with certainty: "If you can't use it, it will be temporary. When the opportunity comes, you will naturally be able to use it one day."]

The video played for ten seconds. Twenty-nine-year-old Atobe Keizawa straightened his body instantly. It was good. It seemed that he could now think about his epitaph.

With a grave mood, he continued to look at the picture.

Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru also has...a little guilty conscience.

[The scene changes, and the night enters the house, which is exciting.

In the dormitory, Atobe Keizawa sat at the desk, a pen flying on his slender fingertips, he held his cheek with one hand, and his eyes wandered.

"What an opportunity..." He murmured to himself: "Let's give it a try."

"After all, the situation can't get worse."

The light turned dark, and when it lit up again, the scene changed again. Noctua was sitting in the principal's office, and Atobe Keizawa was standing in front of him.

"Aze, you have been training for a long time. I have a mission here, do you want to try it?" Noctua said righteously: "Don't worry, I will accompany you."

"Mission? I understand." Atobe Kageze nodded: "Teacher, can I apply for Jie to accompany me?"

"Jie? That's okay...if he agrees to it himself."

Of course Xia Youjie would not refuse, so the scene became——

"Jie, I'll go to the intensive care unit for a while, and you can find a place to wait, okay?" the blond conjurer vowed. 】

Xia Youjie, who was still rejoicing just a second ago in the viewing room: ...live your life.

[The video did not give the audience time to mentally prepare. The light and shadow changed, the blond boy with bruises appeared at the open window, and there was a loud bang when he hit the elevator door. The whole world seemed to be surrounded by an opaque film.

The boy who was hit hard at the beginning clenched the only dagger in his hand and started an offensive and defensive battle between man and the cursed spirit.

It has the basic form of a human, but has a cockroach head and dense eyes all over the three hands of the curse spirit. The impactful picture made ordinary people in the viewing room feel psychologically nauseated.

The sound of the boy's abdominal flesh being ripped apart irritated everyone's eardrums, and he covered the penetrating wound on his abdomen.

The battle for injuries lasted for an unknown amount of time. Atobe Kageze, who broke out of the window, tightly grabbed the cursed spirit's arm. The stern young man gritted his teeth and fell from the air with the determination to die together.

With screams that shook the eardrums, the crazy young man with blood on his head inserted the dagger into the largest eyeball of the curse spirit.

"Huh? Is it raining?" Xia Youjie, who was hovering on the edge of crisis, raised his head in confusion. Suddenly, a rainbow dragon soared into the sky, and the boy with a round head cried out in horror!

"I won."

At the end of the picture, the image is frozen on the embarrassed but cheerful smiling face of the young man who let go and fell in the heavy rain.

The moment the screen went black, a girl's voice sounded.

"Calm down Jay."

"He can't die. Leave him to me and you go back and rest."]

It's hard to describe the dark and thick atmosphere in the viewing room. Xia Youjie covered his face in distress, and even his expression didn't look good.

Needless to say, Aze's mother covered her mouth in fear, her eyes were moist and red, and her husband coaxed her with every word.

As the only person involved in this matter, Xia Youjie was restless. If he hadn't been careless, Aze shouldn't have been injured so seriously.

Everyone knew that Atobe Kageze himself was seeking death, but Xia Youjie, who was gentle by nature, still blamed himself.

It's just that the past cannot be traced back, and Atobe Kageze is alive and well, so this incident was revealed by them. It's just that Atobe Kageze was the only one who didn't care from the beginning to the end.

Ah, maybe Aze cares too, Xia Youjie smiled bitterly. What he cares about is Xia Youjie's guilt, not his own narrow escape from death.

At that time, Xia Youjie didn't take it too seriously to blame his classmates. Now, he would definitely beat this bad thing to death.

"Well..." Xia Youjie trembled and said, "Actually, this kind of thing is already a thing of the past..."

"Yes, yes," Gojo Satoru continued: "Everyone is living well, and Aze is still a super magician!"

"..."

There was no hope, Gojo Satoru cried bitterly in his heart.

"To activate your potential before death? Dismiss the accompanying conjurer? A foolproof plan?"

"Ah."

Atobe Keigo took a deep breath, and the deeply stimulated young man tried to relieve his dizzy brain.

He should have known better.

Atobe Keizawa's current behavior.

If he hadn't already shown signs of it, he wouldn't have been able to give a passionate performance on the blade every now and then with his current strength.

Atobe Keigo closed his eyes, his light blue eyes no longer showing anything. He was the heir educated by the Atobe family, and he should not be able to express sadness or joy.

Xia Youjie is right, he is right...

This is all in the past, it’s in the past...

It has passed.

Atobe Keizawa: Should I die now or continue with the process?

["You ask what kind of person Fuheisher is?"

On the streets of London, a blond conjurer carried a black umbrella that he almost never left his body and walked among the endless crowds holding up his mobile phone.

"A man you can buy with money." He said inexplicably, "But he is quite strong. I can't beat him now."

"Hey!! How can you embody other people's ambitions!" The complaining voice on the other end of the phone was clearly audible.

"Ambition? I don't have that kind of valuable thing, and I'm telling the truth." He was very frank: "I will give it a try, and we will discuss the specific situation later."

The young man carried the rays of light on his back. At the end of the twilight, the gorgeous castle loomed in the hazy mist. The young man never looked back. After hanging up the phone, he raised his hand. The newly born curse spirit three meters away was instantly crushed by the invisible power of the curse.

The ordinary man being relied on rubbed his shoulders inexplicably, as if an inexplicable wind was blowing through him. He muttered something like how his body felt much lighter.

But no one cared about this scene.

"Fuhei Shire, Riko..."

"Okay, let's give it a try."]

"Have you ever been back to England?" Atobe Eiko suddenly stood up.

Atobe Keizawa: ...You are truly a mother.

"...Been there."

He had been there, but not home. Everyone understood what he meant.

"I thought you were going home to visit relatives!" Gojo Satoru was even more shocked!

Atobe Keizawa: ...My half-brother, are you afraid that I will die too comfortably?

"Why would he come back?" Atobe Keigo sneered: "Isn't he afraid that he would rather stay in a hotel for the rest of his life than go home?"

Atobe Kagezawa who is really staying in the hotel:...fine