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

"Mr. Shi'er is really lucky."

What kind of person can survive from the hands of heaven and tyrants?

In this regard, Atobe Keizawa has conducted countless deductions.

Maybe Gojo Satoru can, maybe Xia Youjie can.

But no matter what, Atobe Keizawa couldn't come to the conclusion that he could win.

The young man even thought a little dejectedly, this is of course right? If he could really win, how could such a "prophecy" appear? Besides, he was only the weakest player in his class, so it was only human nature that he couldn't win.

Maybe it was because he had never encountered a situation where he had to win, so even if he thought he couldn't win, it didn't make him care too much. Therefore, even if it was a matter of life and death, the young man would just settle for the second best and choose to win over. It’s just God and the tyrant.

Therefore, even if he could "die", it did not really stimulate his desire to live beyond the limit.

Because death is easy, but the hard part is how to live well.

"Death" itself is a kind of relief. The blond boy has always thought so since he was ten years old.

Of course, he has never had any thoughts of committing suicide beyond the limit. Even though human nature is to avoid escape, in the boy's world view, "cherishing life" and "longing for death" do not conflict.

If there is a way to live well enough, he will unswervingly choose to live in that way.

Facts have proved that Atobe Keizawa is lucky. In the year when he was fifteen years old, fate seemed to finally begin to remember him in the corner of Fengchen.

From the moment he rode on Xia Youjie's cursed spirit, fate bestowed upon him this "favor of living well."

From then on, the blond boy was like a dragon protecting treasures, fully enjoying the feeling he had never experienced before every day of his life.

"Who do you want to be close to?" "Who do you want to help?" "Who do you want to protect?" This unfamiliar concept makes the fifteen-year-old boy realize that every day is new.

Since then, the sun, rain, dew, breeze, and sunset have all been vivid.

but now.

Someone is trying to harm his treasure.

Because of his negligence, because of his arrogance, because of his ignorance and cowardice.

Someone hurt his treasure.

...So even now, Atobe Keizawa has not found a way to win steadily, but he must fight.

The blond boy is greedy enough, and this endless "greed" will turn into the strength of the magician. If he wins, he will live.

Even if death is a relief, there are still people waiting for him, so he must live even if it is painful.

……

"I don't remember that I taught you this fighting method."

Fushiguro pulled out the Tennibobo that was embedded in the boy's left shoulder, and dark red liquid splashed out as he pulled out the special magic tool.

Even if all the agencies were exhausted, Atobe Keizawa could not really obtain unilateral benefits.

Fushiguro Shiji, who had experienced many battles, knew that he could not avoid it, so he simply chose to exchange injuries for injuries, opening a considerable hole in Atobe Keizawa's left shoulder at the cost of a thousand losses.

The splattered blood wetted the ends of his golden hair, and there was still some minced meat hanging on the pulled knife. The young man forced himself to stand still.

He seemed to feel no physical pain, his blue eyes seemed to be steaming with blurry mist, and his gilded shadow dripping with blood was still pointing at the enemy with his sword.

It didn't matter, the attack was effective. Atobe Kageze finally smiled. The strange smile coupled with his blood-covered face was as terrifying as an evil ghost seeking life.

"Mr. Fushiguro." Atobe Kagezawa gently touched the blade of the blade. After the viscous liquid was spread, it was stained on his fingertips. His narrowed eyes fell into the void, with empty eyes and pale eyes. look.

He seemed to be rationally enjoying the bloody storm at this moment, but also seemed to have lost control long ago.

"Mr. Fushiguro, dying is a very simple thing, but living well is the most difficult thing." The young man emphasized again, as if he had emphasized it to himself countless times: "Whether it's you, me, or you son..."

"...Do you know what you are talking about?"

Fuheishier's expression changed. In just a moment, the man returned to his carefree expression, but a terrifying aura began to spread from his body.

"That's all it has to be. Wouldn't it be unfair if I'm the only one who feels the pain?"

The young man casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his voice became softer and softer. Especially when he realized that the man was really angry, pleasure filled with desperate madness occupied his body and soul.

Atobe Keizawa has an overly smart mind, so he knows what to do to further stimulate the other party: "How can there be such a good thing in this world? You want to prove yourself by killing Satoru, and you also want to borrow me I can protect Fushiguro Megumi’s future with my own hands, but who will save us?”

Regret, regret, even if your regret is worthless, repent before you die.

"..."

"Okay now, Mr. Fushiguro, congratulations on successfully proving yourself."

"So, it's my turn to get paid."

"Mr. Shi'er is really lucky. After all, there are so few people who can be implicated by you."

Fuheishier covered his wound and ducked sideways to avoid the knife at the critical moment. Even his strongest body did not mean that he was immune to the pain caused by his internal organs.

After talking to himself, the boy seemed to have been drained of all emotions again, more like a reprogrammed robot that was trying to harvest his own head at all costs.

If it was really just death, Fuheishier had never been afraid of it.

only……

"What a fucking lunatic."

But it can continue. Tianyu Tyrant calmly judged his physical condition, but he didn't think he would lose.

Both sides were adjusting their postures during the fight, constantly preparing for the final attack. Fushiguro could even clearly sense that Atobe Kagezawa had let go of all defenses, intending to use the final blow to decide the difference between life and death.

The collision between the magic power and the body happened unexpectedly just when both sides began to desperately accumulate their last strength.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous attack with strong destructive power, as if it came from another dimension, locked onto everyone present!

"Ah...how about letting me join in the fun."

Hearing the familiar tone, Fuheishier suddenly raised his head in fear. The young man who had been completely killed by him was actually standing not far away, his pale eyes like broken ice no longer calm.

The madness everywhere pulled Gojo Satoru's actions, and he slowly raised his hand. The unfamiliar gesture gave everyone present a heavy sense of crisis.

"——Xu Shi, Cui."