The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

This year's summer is extremely hot, and even the curse spirit is much more insolent than before.

Xia Youjie hadn't had a good rest for a while, and got together to chat with a few of his companions.

Every day when he wakes up from bed, the first thing he does is to turn on his mobile phone and numbly confirm the tasks of the day. In the high school group on the line, even the conjurer who likes to swipe the screen the most has been quiet for a while.Everyone is on the go, busy saving humanity from various curses.

The same is true for Xia Youjie.

Every day, he starts off with a blank face, and returns home with a blank face.Even if he saved those ordinary people during the mission and heard the words of thanks, his mood did not fluctuate at all.

No matter how many people are saved, so what?In this world, the strong protect the weak.Even if the strong are covered with bruises, the weak have the right to continue to be ignorant.

...Obviously, shouldn't it be like this?

Since they have power, conjurers should have a wider world.But what are they doing?I was tired of running around for these weak creatures, and exhausted my efforts to maintain their ordinary day.Why?Every time he swallowed the recovered spell, Xia Youjie asked himself how much he really wanted to save those ordinary people.

Probably because of those disgusting curse spirits, part of Xia Youjie began to collapse from the inside.The life and death of those ordinary people are gradually separated from his emotions, Xia Youjie will no longer feel the slightest sadness or joy because of ordinary people.

People in this world are divided into two types.

The weak without power, and the ruler with power.

The former has nothing to do with him, and is a lowly creature that is not favored by the gods, a monkey whose death or life is meaningless; the latter is his kind, friend, and an existence worthy of protection.Xia Youjie cherishes every conjurer he knows.People with power are born different, they are all like his family.

The conversation with 99 Yuki, a super conjurer, was like a hand suddenly tearing away the cover-up veil.Xia Youjie finally recognized his extreme indifference to ordinary people.He also found out what was the vague idea in his heart before.

——Create a paradise with only conjurers.

Create a new world he'll really love.

Curses and demons run rampant in Japan.In addition to conjurers who use spell power, the public security system is mainly controlled by demon hunters.After observing the actions of the demon hunters, Xia Youjie couldn't help but look down on these tax-paying civil servants.It is not the hunters who have the power, but the demons who are tied to humans after they sign a contract.

And those strange demons were like the embodied curse spirits he was familiar with.In Xia Youjie's view, a demon hunter who needs to sacrifice part of his body to gain power is no different from monkeys struggling to beg to touch the moon.

What's more, most of the folk demon hunters choose to join forces with the gangsters, while the official demon hunters are high-ranking, no different from the three masters of the magic world... It's disgustingly prudish.

Intentionally or not, Xia Youjie paid a lot of attention to one of the demon hunters.

Four lessons on magic and strange things, Maqima.

Not only because the other person's face really suits his appetite, but also because she is not easy to be touched by monkeys and has nothing to do with her appearance, which is enough for the young and energetic Xia Youjie to pay attention to it secretly.

Why does Ms. Machima, who is a police hunter, have a magical charm?

Perhaps this is just a fantasy projected by the adolescent Xia Youjie without authorization.But when those golden eyes fell on him, he really couldn't have the mentality of rejection.

Although the close contact between his friend and Maqima made him occasionally have the shortcoming of "a small step too late", but...that is Gojo Satoru, who is perfect except for his personality, and this kind of shortcoming is only a little bit.

The busyness of adults can be imagined.Maqima was running around, and so was Xia Youjie. It was rare for a demon hunter to meet a conjurer on a break, and Gojo Satoru must be the same.It was indeed a coincidence that they would meet in Kanagawa today.But when Xia Youjie's eyes met Maqima's, he suddenly realized that he, who was a small step late, had unknowingly stood on the parallel starting point with Gojo Satoru again.

His brawny friend probably didn't notice.But Xia Youjie did indeed have a subtle competitive psychology in the non-magic field.

He remembered the bet that had been considered absurd, and the request that came with it.Although the thought of "Going on a date with Miss Marchma!" recurred in his mind, the conjurer's plans were farther ahead, and he envisioned more than just a two- or three-hour date.

Walking down the street with the unsuspecting pink-haired woman, Xia Youjie is waiting for the right moment.He will make that "request" formally after he is ready.

……

In the face of curses, is it really useful to pray to the gods?

Machima had no way of knowing the answer.She only knows that if the gods of this game refer to those technical team members outside the game cabin who write codes and test bugs with their lives, then they are indeed a bit too much for the npc they created.

Balloons with human heads flying all over the sky are harvesting lives tirelessly.Screams and cries can be heard from time to time, accompanied by corpses hung by their necks flying into the air

fly up.Some residents with fiery tempers simply took up weapons to fight those balloons, but they didn't know that other people died as a result.

For the local people, they are undoubtedly in dire straits.For Makima, it's more like the game side showing their ruthlessness in front of the players.

She looked at the screaming and fleeing crowd, imagining that this was a torrent of bitrates rushing by, without saying a word.

"People without power can only end up like this."

Except for Ma Qima, who didn't regard the surrounding people as the same kind from the beginning, Xia Youjie also acted strangely indifferent.The fox-eyed conjurer with a ball hair comb didn't seem to want to conceal his changes at all, so he frankly put on an attitude of "common sense is shit". "These ordinary people can only let go of their prejudices at such a critical juncture, and restrain their ignorance towards conjurers...don't you find it ironic?"

"I don't think it's a big deal..."

"Look, they look like they are running away." Xia Youjie pointed to two office workers who ran into the phone booth in a panic not far away.Because of the narrow enclosed space, the two actually pushed and rubbed each other. "...It's really ugly."

In the end, the two office workers who fought each other for a little space were wrapped around their necks by human head balloons, and both became corpses hanging in mid-air.

Xia Youjie turned his face away with a snort.And Maqima took this opportunity to confirm one thing - Xia Youjie, for some reason, strongly hated ordinary humans.The anti/human character he is showing now is most likely to be an extreme type that cannot be bettered.

Perhaps this is why the taste of Xia Youjie has changed?

Did his companions know about it?Or is it that the conjurer only speaks so freely in front of her?

Machima didn't want to interfere with the other's thoughts.It doesn't matter how much Xia Youjie wants to hate. When the domination succeeds, no matter how anti/human the guy is, he can only focus on her will.Thinking of this, the pink-haired woman calmed down a lot, and she waved for a taxi.

——Yes, even though Odawara City is already in chaos, there are still ordinary people who are not afraid of death and choose to make money at this pass.Except for the officers of the police station whizzing by in their police cars, there are only hard-working taxi drivers left on the street.

"Please go to the Oinari Shrine, thank you."

"Are the guests going to the shrine to burn incense?"

The driver of the taxi is a middle-aged uncle who is prematurely aging.Looking at his unstoppable dark circles and the bloodshot eyeballs, he must have endured a lot of mental pressure under these human head balloons flying all over the sky. "Both of you are tourists from other places... It's a pity that you ran into such a supernatural time. Usually it's very peaceful here..."

"Isn't Mr. Driver afraid?"

"I'm afraid, why not. But I'm even more afraid of the day when I won't be able to earn money and have no money to repay the loan." The driver couldn't help pouring out his bitterness, and the conjurer next to Maqima frowned, almost to death mosquito. "As soon as this damned human head balloon appeared, many people rushed to Inari Shrine early in the morning to pay homage. I don't know if it's useful, and I didn't see the shrine's lord come out to say something..."

"There is something wrong near the shrine, did you notice it?"

"That's not true." The driver turned the steering wheel skillfully. "The only weird thing is... I sent a lot of passengers to the shrine this morning, but no one has returned yet?"

"I don't know what happened to the guests who went to visit the shrine. It's impossible for them all to die in the shrine, haha, haha..."

The driver laughed dryly, probably thinking that there was nothing funny about it, so his voice dropped. "There are really a lot of strange things this year..."

According to the driver, there are still many pious tourists who visit the shrine and pray for safety.But Xia Youjie also said that the shrine is already one of the sources of the head balloon, and there is a very powerful mantra hidden there.

Who will the enemy be?

There is certainty and uncertainty hidden in the turbulent information.But if Mazima gave up those specious guesses, the truth is actually only one step away.

Probably only by arriving at the shrine in person can the truth of the balloon with a human head be completely unraveled, right?

The truth came sooner than she imagined.When passing through the torii of the shrine, Makima roughly guessed what objects were placed in the shrine.In the collection column that has not been moved for a long time, there is an item that is quietly heating up, attracting her attention.

Sure enough, the finger of the king of curses is indispensable for things that have powerful curse power and attract curses.

……

Just like the flesh of the gun demon attracts each other, the fingers of the super cursed object and the double-faced Nuo are also echoing with the cursed object not far away.Following the source of power, Maqima walked through the approach and walked straight towards the treasure hall behind the shrine.She had no other thoughts, and she didn't stop until someone stood in front of her and blocked her way.

"Finally don't want to pretend to be a good person anymore, Mr. Xia You?"

She tilted her head, and looked at the conjurer, who had become more and more confused since entering the shrine. "Although you didn't look like a good student before... but now you are the one who has completely torn off the last trace of a good person, right?"

"Miss Marchma is the one, why are you walking so fast?" He laughed softly. "Did you discover the secret of the shrine so quickly..."

"When you said that the source area was a shrine earlier, your reaction was too fast, and you didn't even bother to respond with surprise. I just felt that something was wrong.

. "

Naturally, Maqima would not mention that her two-faced Nuo finger is helping to guide her. "Sealing some cursed things that will cause abnormalities in the shrine is probably one of the things you magicians often do. Mr. Xia You specially invited me here, isn't it just to see if I can perceive this?"

"..."

"First use the power of super-level spells to amplify the imaginary spells you already hold, and then let the spells cover the entire city, so as to achieve the goal of killing civilians with curses..." She smiled slightly, feeling that she was gradually matching her guess. satisfy. "Speaking of it this way, you should not be considered a conjurer, but a 'curse master'."

"The potential of high school students is really unfathomable, Mr. Xia You...you have become a criminal genius."

The surrounding trees swayed gently, finally adding some color to this eerily quiet shrine.It's just that this color is full of the solemnity of death.

It's not just the trees that are shaking, there are also human head balloons that are blown up by the wind.As if by magic, gigantic shadows loomed among the rustling bushes.

Machima looked over.The human corpses were hoisted into the air one by one. Their faces were pale and dark, and their expressions were fixed in a mixture of sorrow and joy, like believers who prayed to God but had to die.Such a picture was too shocking, she shook her head and sighed.

"Don't you really think that this is a bit cruel?"

"You want to hear me tell the truth, Miss Marchma."

Xia Youjie opened his hand, and the human head balloon in the air suddenly had a guide, turning into streaks of black light.At the same moment when the corpse fell to the ground, a pitch-black spell core condensed in the hand of the magician.He skillfully swallowed the curse spirit without even furrowing his eyebrows.

"...I don't think so at all."

"To be honest, I'm in a better mood now than I imagined." The fox-eyed conjurer sighed. "The irrelevant people are gone, can Miss Machima listen to my 'request' patiently now?"

"I've waited too long for this moment."