A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Theoretically, a single person can borrow a maximum of 20000 points, which is Mr. Akutabe's maximum total spell power.

The three people can borrow 60000 points, but for the remaining 40000 points, Mr. Akutabe will put them into a forced "no-curse power" mode after he starts the settlement until they pay off the debt.

Of course, "IOUs" are interest-free.

There is another type of loan called "usury," which involves extremely high loan amounts and interest rates, resulting in exorbitant principal and interest payments. Just thinking about it is terrifying, and it's a type of loan that doesn't exactly inspire confidence in people taking out a loan.

These were all things that Mr. Akutabe, the owner of the technique, could use, but now the only thing he can use is a "mortgage" loan.

Looking at the bill, I've already spent 18000 points, and then another 330 points.

"Settle the account?"

"Cough, cough...wait a little longer."

Originally, he possessed the most magical power in the Spellcaster Association, as unlimited borrowing was equivalent to unlimited magical power.

However, because Mr. Akutabe had exploited loopholes in his early years, borrowing money without restraint and defaulting on debts, his credit had already gone bankrupt.

Mr. Akuta wiped away the black blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth as he coughed violently. This meant that when using this technique, he also had to use another technique, "Fictional Soul," to impersonate himself. Therefore, being on the "unregistered" list put a huge strain on his body.

Based on today's opening, it will probably not be able to be opened a second time for about a month. Mr. Akutabe needs to check the situation on the battlefield before closing the spell.

As long as Mr. Akutabe keeps it running, there are at least 42000 spell power points that Ishihara and the others can still borrow.

Otherwise, after the settlement, these three people will be charged a debt, and even a debt of 6000 points per person will instantly drain their spell power.

"Being careful is always the best course of action."

Logically speaking, a sorcerer of the same level should have a sure win against a spirit of the same level, so why is it so difficult for them?

Are four level-one sorcerers really this tired from ganging up on a single level-one spirit?

The members of the "Scavengers" are all assessed as only capable of doing logistics work, and naturally cannot be compared with active combat personnel.

The injuries sustained during missions and the curses inflicted by powerful cursed spirits inevitably cause these veteran hunters to experience a decrease in their total cursed power, strength, and reaction speed.

The people in Jiebian are barely at the level of a second-level sorcerer now. In a few years, they will really have to retire. I don't even know if they will have the level of a third-level sorcerer.

Just like Takahashi, Kinoshita, and Hongo, who went with Kenmei Isayama to treat civilians, they also suffered from chronic illnesses due to overwork in their youth, accumulating numerous injuries that rendered even their once-powerful techniques unusable, making them unsuitable for combat.

Only when they "borrow" from Mr. Akutabe can they occasionally reminisce about their younger selves.

Ultimately, the problem stems from a shortage of sorcerers. The busiest sorcerer has to do the work of at least ten people a day, running around exorcising cursed spirits.

The only sorcerer in the Spellcaster Association whose strength can be rated as a Special Grade Spellcaster is quite willful.

That young, inexperienced girl is no good for anything; she never takes on any tasks.

So one of the reasons why people like Akutabe don't want to retire is that the younger generation hasn't grown up yet.

"Solve it?"

When Kenmei Isayama saw that the commotion in the distance had stopped, he immediately ran over.

Yes, it's definitely not for the points.

"Are you alright, gentlemen?"

"Isn't that for sure, Xiao Ming?"

When Ishihara saw Kenmei Isayama arrive, he put the hammer aside, smiled, and patted Isayama on the back with his fan-like hand. It wasn't a very forceful pat; it was just a simple greeting.

"Don't underestimate us. With the combined strength of the four of us, it's a piece of cake."

What appeared before Kenmei Isayama was a pit 20 meters deep and 100 meters in diameter, with traces of high-temperature melting all over the bottom. The scorched soil inside the pit was still burning, and the fiery red, charred body of the original terrifying cursed spirit could still be vaguely seen.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Isayama Kenmei smiled and praised them a few times, but his eyes never left the pit.

Because Kenjiro Isayama keenly sensed that this thing wasn't completely dead yet.

The system shows that the collectable spell power is 0.

He needs to finish off the enemy, which is something he excels at.

"Mr. Kiyono, may I borrow your knife?"

Kenmei Isayama crouched down and spoke to Nobuo Kiyono, who was lying on the ground.

"Why are you holding a knife? Ouch...it hurts."

Kiyono Shin and Iwata, both grimacing, were unable to stand up due to overuse of their magic earlier, and were leaning against the car door, sitting on the ground.

Although the curse power was borrowed, it was their own bodies that were using it. The violently exerted curse power flowing through their dried-up and shrunken meridians naturally caused unbearable pain.

"Get it yourself."

Seeing the two exhausted men, Kenmei Isayama smiled helplessly and took a katana with a blade about 1.5 meters long from Mr. Kiyono's hand.

As for whether Kenmei Isayama would pick up a knife and kill the two incapacitated first-level sorcerers (former), none of Ishihara, Nobuno, or Iwata had considered this possibility.

Although there is a significant age gap, they have been on numerous missions together and there is still mutual trust between them.

"Then, I'll take care of the final touches."

Kenmei Isayama drew his katana, the cold glint of its silver blade sending chills down one's spine.

His hand holding the knife was trembling; this was a chance to kill a level one cursed spirit with his own hands!

How many points will I get?

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

"Xiao Ming, where are you going!"

When Ishihara saw Kenmei Isayama draw his sword and eagerly jump into the still terrifyingly hot pit, he immediately tried to stop him.

This place not only has high temperatures but also "toxic gases," and the air is so thin that one could die from lack of oxygen.

Kenmei Isayama isn't even a certified Level 4 sorcerer by the Sorcerer Association; he's practically going to his death.

However, he was willing but unable to do so. Also, due to the overuse of his magical power, his whole body was stiff and he was unable to move at all.

However, Ishihara was too proud to fall to the ground and stubbornly maintained his standing posture.

"The temperature inside is still very high, so we can finish the rest later, no rush."

Seeing Akutabe slowly approaching, Ishihara immediately called out anxiously.

"Big brother, stop Xiao Ming quickly!"

"He went down there!"

Mr. Akutabe was quite helpless to see that all three of them were unable to move, but he was not flustered at all.

I told you not to be stubborn, but you insisted on being stubborn.

If it were just a matter of maneuvering and stalling for time, how could it consume such a high amount of magical power?

Their initial goal was to eliminate this level-one cursed spirit, and the result was obvious: they all became exhausted.

In a sense, this really isn't a case of "birds of a feather flock together." Isayama Kenmei's meager magical power, barely reaching three digits, made him equally vulnerable.

"It's alright, Xiao Ming already told me."

"He recently awakened his own magic."

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Mr. Bian took out a cigarette from his pocket and slowly lit it.

"On the contrary, you don't even know whether you've killed your prey or not."

"A first-level sorcerer?"

"Ha, I'm embarrassed for you guys."

Chapter 19, Article 5, you bastard!

The temperature at the center of the pit is very high; rubber-soled shoes would melt the moment they stepped on the scorched earth.

Spiritual energy enveloped the blade, and the surrounding evil magical energy fluctuations, upon contact, were like scorching iron placed in cooling water, hissing and emitting white smoke as they gradually dissipated.

The piece of flesh in front of me, a little over a meter long, breathing faintly and looking like a charred mess mixed with the color of the scorched earth, was the same level-one cursed spirit from before. It had been utterly ravaged by Mr. Ishihara's technique "Burning Heaven," leaving only this little bit of it.

Although the cursed spirit is currently severely injured and unable to move, it will recover to its original state given time. The cursed spirit's vitality is beyond imagination.

Therefore, last-hitting is very important.

After finding his target, Kenmei Isayama's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he gripped the knife in his backhand and stabbed downwards fiercely.

The hard exoskeleton had already been torn apart by Mr. Iwata and his group's previous attacks, so the charred chunk of flesh in front of him posed no obstacle, and the enchanted blade swiftly and cleanly pierced straight into the flesh.

The high concentration of spiritual energy, which was indistinguishable from poison, was continuously injected by Kenmei Isayama along the hilt and blade of the sword. The cursed spirit, which was in a semi-conscious state of repair, was suddenly awakened from its dream as if someone had poured a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid on it. Countless chilling and shrill screams, superimposed on each other, emanated from its body.

"Isn't he dead yet?"

Isayama Kenmei frowned. The vitality of a level one cursed spirit was beyond his imagination. The spiritual energy he had just injected was enough to kill at least 4000 low-level cursed spirits, but it seemed to lack the fatal damage to this one.

It even leaves room for resistance.

Its jet-black body surface rapidly split into a mouth with sharp teeth, which opened towards Kenmei Isayama.

Kenmei Isayama was suddenly illuminated by black and white light, and deep at the bottom, a small sphere mixed with black and white light spots was about to form, visible to the naked eye.

Facing the high-energy reaction it contained made Kenmei Isayama, who was standing close by, feel a chill run down his spine.

"Damn it."

Isayama Kenmei immediately understood the cursed spirit's intention: it wanted to use the remaining cursed power within its body to condense it into a cursed power cannon and fire it at point-blank range.

"are you crazy?"

Reality isn't a game; there are friendly forces and enemy forces, and friendly forces can't be accidentally attacked.

"Even if I am attacked at this distance, it will also be affected."

In this critical situation, Kenmei Isayama decisively stopped the supply of psionic energy, drew his sword, and then quickly gathered a small ball of psionic matter that shone with blue light in his right palm.

Ignoring the disgusting slime, Kenmei Isayama forcefully shoved the psionic ball into the cursed spirit's open mouth, as deep as possible.

The action was quite rough.

Is it an illusion?