A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

When Kenmei Isayama stretched downwards, he even felt as if the cursed spirit had vomited.

Never mind, now is not the time to worry about that. Without caring about what would happen next, Kenmei Isayama turned and ran without the slightest hesitation, taking three steps at a time and even scaling the hill.

When Ishihara saw Kenmei Isayama hurrying up and jumping out of the pit, he knew he was done for.

"Oh, it's solved?"

But to Ishihara's surprise, Kenmei Isayama, seeing his anxious expression, directly shouted...

"Run!"

"Run? Why would you run?"

Ishihara was still puzzled, but when he saw that after hearing what Mei said, Mr. Akutabe's expression also turned ominous, and he grabbed Kiyono and Iwata from the ground with one hand and turned to run away.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're kidding, right?"

Ishihara finally panicked. Although he didn't know what danger had occurred, when he realized that everyone was running away and getting further and further away from him, wouldn't you panic if you were the one who couldn't run anymore?

"Look behind you..."

As Kenmei Isayama ran, he said something.

He barely managed to twist his neck to take a look, and Ishihara's back was instantly soaked with sweat. He immediately realized that it was because his curse power was depleted and he couldn't even use the most basic "curse perception".

A rather ominous scene unfolded inside the pit: Kenmei Isayama's psionic orb was cursed.

After the spirit swallowed it, an unknown change occurred. The cursed spirit's form began to twist, changing from a rectangle to a round shape of flesh and blood, and then underwent three rounds of expansion.

Bigger each time

As the first white crack appeared on the expanding surface of the cursed spirit, more and more cracks emerged, and terrifying, scorching energy was brewing within them.

So Ishihara didn't need to look, but when he did, he was shocked. The things contained in that black sphere were more terrifying than even the fluctuations of his own curse power at its peak.

If it explodes, I'll definitely be done for since I'm so close.

"Holy crap, I'm wounded, I can't move."

Don't forget about me!

Fortunately, Kenmei Isayama had a change of heart, ran back, and carried the shouting, desperate red-haired man away on his shoulder.

"Wait, Xiaoming, I haven't taken my hammer yet."

"Get a hammer."

Kenmei Isayama was already more than generous by carrying Ishihara away; would he really help him carry the hammer?

"Bro, if we go back, it'll blow up."

Psionic cannons require a stable structure of psionic energy to form a beam of death rays, but psionic energy is not a stable thing.

It also has the effect of suppressing curse power. Kenmei Isayama mixed a concentrated ball of spiritual energy into the curse attack that was not yet fully formed.

It's like throwing a large chunk of highly pure sodium into a calm river—it will cause a huge problem.

As luck would have it, at that moment, a ball of light appeared out of nowhere and descended at an extremely fast speed near the detonation point.

Their late arrival at this point is not hard to guess; it must have been a response to the distress signal sent earlier by Kenmei Isayama and his group, prompting them to come and provide support.

"Songstress, don't step on my face!"

There seemed to be a lot of people inside, and the noise was quite loud. First came the voice of an exasperated boy, and then the voice of a girl who was arguing back.

"It's all because, Gojo, your technique is terrible."

"Couldn't you make the space a little bigger? It's too cramped."

"There's no other way, the situation is urgent, and besides, this technique was designed for my own use only."

"More important than all this, Wu, quickly undo the spell, I'm about to suffocate."

The other boy's voice was gentle, but it was also full of resentment at this moment.

"Okay, I understand, Xia You."

"Don't rush me."

As the white light dissipated, a group of people who looked like students appeared in the center of another pit. There were men and women, and it was quite lively.

"A minor level one curse spirit."

The leader was a young man with white hair and small sunglasses. He coolly pushed up his sunglasses, and the shoe print on his face didn't affect his arrogant and confident smile.

He said loudly

"I'm here to destroy you!"

Then, very quickly, not only the white-haired youth, but also everyone else in his group was stunned.

Because the cursed spirit did indeed discover it, but from that body that had expanded to its limit and was covered in cracks, and the terrifying fluctuations of cursed power...

All can be determined

Right now, the cursed spirit is just a bomb that's about to explode and reach its breaking point.

When Kenmei Isayama, who was carrying Ishihara and running wildly, suddenly heard a shrill scream from afar that was a mixture of a woman's and a baby's voices, he knew that the cursed spirit that had swelled to its limit was about to explode!

as expected

The next moment, a huge pillar of fire shot into the sky, displaying its terrifying and suffocating power, and the ring-shaped shock wave generated by the explosion rushed in all directions.

Although they had left the front lines of the battlefield, Kenmei Isayama and the others were clearly not far enough away. They were like dolls that had fallen into a washing machine, being swept and tumbled several times by the shockwave.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion

It seems that Kenmei Isayama heard it.

"You bastard, Wutiao!" This kind of talk...

Chapter 20 Three Unlucky Guys

Fire trucks came one after another, rushing past with their sirens blaring, heading towards the area where the explosion had just occurred.

This is a makeshift tent where the Sorcerer Association, Japanese government officials, and members of the Japanese military are all gathered to discuss the aftermath.

Many reporters were also outside the police cordon, reporting with microphones in hand.

"It is reported that a violent explosion occurred just now near a highway in the city due to aging underground natural gas pipelines."

"The fire is now under control..."

Kenmei Isayama watched the reporter skillfully recite the prepared script, and he could already imagine the reactions of people eating their meals and seeing this news.

"Here we go again. Where exactly does the Japanese government spend taxpayers' money? It's news like this every single day."

Originally, there was a "tent," which was a barrier that could hide a certain area, making it invisible to those without spell power.

However, the towering pillar of fire tore through the "tent," revealing a scene of natural disaster to the world.

Meanwhile, Kenmei Isayama, the "culprit" who caused the cursed spirit's explosion, was watching in amazement as a hideous wound on his arm healed at a visible speed beneath his rolled-up sleeves.

"It's done so quickly!"

This wound was caused by Isayama Kenmei's bad luck. When he was thrown over by the shockwave, the door of a car next to him was scratched open, which also caused a lot of blood to stain Isayama Kenmei's white shirt.

"Is this the inversion spell?"

Because the essence of curse power is negative emotion, it is negative energy. In order for curse power to heal wounds, the essence of curse power must be reversed. Two negatives make a positive, and only by using "positive" energy can wounds be repaired. Otherwise, the negative curse power will only make the wounds worse due to its destructive power.

It all sounds so complicated, you can imagine how difficult it is to achieve. Apart from the one in front of me who can use "spell reversal", Isayama Kenmei has never seen anyone else in the Spellcaster Association.

This is the first time I've seen this before.

"Okay, everything should be fine now."

Hearing this, Kenmei Isayama snapped out of his thoughts, smiled at the young "doctor" in front of him, and sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you so much, doctor."

The person referred to as a doctor by Kenmei Isayama, who possesses the "surgical reversal" technique known only to a very few, is unexpectedly a short-haired brown girl who also looks like a student and has a beauty mark under her eye.

She sat upright beside Kenmei Isayama, a lollipop in her mouth and wearing the black uniform of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School. (Normally, she wears a cigarette.)

"Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do with such a serious injury."

Kenmei Isayama has to go to school tomorrow.

Asking for leave? Isayama Kenmei doesn't even know if he can get leave. What if he ends up with a leave request that turns into an expulsion notice?

"No need, it didn't take much effort on my part, it was just a small favor."

So this doctor really helped a lot.

Receiving Kenmei Isayama's thanks made the girl feel a little embarrassed.

"For the hand with the wound, be careful not to do strenuous exercise or lift heavy objects, because the flesh may be a little fragile after it has just healed."

"Also, if you feel unwell, you can call me at this number."

"Oh, thank you,"

When she saw Kenmei Isayama take the note, the girl smiled slightly.

“Shoko, my name is Ieiri Shoko.”

"Did you see that, Jay?"

Meanwhile, the two people on the hospital beds not far away had expressions of utter disbelief, as if they'd seen a ghost in broad daylight. The white-haired one, in particular, looked like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He turned over and asked the black-haired boy with a bun next to him...

The black-haired boy, who usually had squinty eyes, now had them wide open.

"I see it, I understand."

"You're kidding, right? That Shoko, she can actually be this gentle."

"Tch, what's the big deal?"

To their two sides sat a girl dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit, her arms crossed, looking down at the two with the condescending gaze one would give a "pest."

"That's because of people."

"Jia Shuai, you two idiots!"

"Look at yourselves, how can you compare to others? You're no different from the beggars on the street now."