A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

What is Kenmei Isayama's biggest weakness right now? It must be his sister, who has been locked in the basement and turned into a "cursed spirit".

Xia Youjie's techniques are comparable to the natural enemy of cursed spirits. If there is a difference of more than two levels between him and a cursed spirit, he can skip the subjugation step and absorb it almost unconditionally.

After he ate them, they became obedient and followed his orders, using all sorts of Minotaur techniques.

They are practically the enemy of "pure love".

If the older sister is absorbed by Xia Youjie, there is no doubt that even if Isayama Kenmei does not have the emotion of "anger", something terrible will inevitably happen.

However, Kenmei Isayama would absolutely not allow this to happen.

Spellcasters use all sorts of strange and wonderful techniques, and no one is sure if there are any spells similar to Xia Youjie's.

Kenmei Isayama had already reminded himself that he couldn't underestimate these sorcerers.

But he really was a pitiful guy.

Isayama Kenmei asked Xia Youjie what the cursed spirit tasted like.

This guy actually answered

"It's probably like swallowing a rag that's been used to wipe up vomit whole."

I can't imagine what it tastes like, but it must be disgusting.

In fact, Kenmei Isayama could empathize with him to some extent. During his first D-class simulation, he transformed into a "Veteran Hound" and bit all sorts of strange things.

The most disgusting one is the "Khorneebloom," whose blood is like the broth from a spoiled can of bonito flakes—it's fishy, ​​smelly, and spicy, making you want to vomit the moment you touch it.

Isayama Kenmei bit off a total of eighteen of these disgusting creatures, not to mention Khorne's Chaos Legion and other units.

After Kenmei Isayama finished his simulation, he rushed to the bathroom to wash his mouth.

But if Xia Youjie is not mistaken, he should have been consuming spirits ever since he mastered the [Spirit Manipulation Technique].

This perseverance is truly astonishing; it's something most people can't match.

It's like becoming stronger by eating poop, but instead of eating it, they spin it intensely, like they're going to die, and they eat it like crazy.

The magical power that Xia Youjie just unleashed was far more powerful than any sorcerer Isayama Kenmei knew. Even Mr. Akutabe, a former prominent figure in the Sorcerer Association, couldn't have been this powerful when he used his magic to return to his prime.

Kenmei Isayama couldn't help but marvel at how many cursed spirits (poop) he had consumed in the past to gain such terrifying cursed power at a age almost the same as his.

They have talent, and they work harder than you. There's really nothing wrong with that kind of person.

Kenmei Isayama, propping himself up on his arms, looked at Xia Youjie sitting next to him, who was carefully examining the plate placed in front of him, and thought helplessly.

Previously, Isayama Kenmei felt pity for him when he saw his miserable appearance. Considering that this guy had been eating rags that smelled like vomit from cursed spirits, he knew that he must not have eaten anything good.

Kenmei Isayama was also a little hungry, so he suggested to Xia Youjie...

"Let's stop here for tonight. You've worked hard. Let's go get something to treat ourselves."

"How about it?"

Moreover, Kenmei Isayama had just rightfully taken 100,000 yen from Natsuyuki, so he could afford to treat him to a meal.

Of course, "having a midnight snack" was only half the purpose. Isayama Kenmei also had his own selfish motives. He wanted to know if Xia Youjie's ability to absorb cursed spirits was so overpowered that there were no loopholes.

Thus, Xia Youjie was treated as a "half-stranger" by Jian Shan Xianming.

The stranger was brought to this small shop of less than ten square meters. There are only four seats at the bar, but extra seats can be added.

Although the shop is small, it has a wide variety of menus. The cramped space makes the aroma of the food even more intense. There is only one chef, the owner, and both Kenmei Isayama and Yu-Jie Natsumi can watch their dishes slowly take shape.

It was late at night, so the two of them were the only customers in the "Midnight Diner".

On the small plate in front of Xia Youjie were two thinly sliced ​​pieces of grilled pork belly. The pork belly, grilled and browned using a special method, emitted an enticing aroma, and its golden sheen stimulated the appetite. A thick, secret-recipe red sauce was drizzled over the pork belly, and the two pieces complemented each other, presenting a refined and delicious meal.

There were also some seasonal vegetables as a garnish, and even Xia Youjie, who doesn't usually like to eat greasy food late at night, couldn't help but be tempted.

He swallowed hard, carefully picked up a piece of pork belly, and put it directly into his mouth.

"good to eat!"

As the rich gravy exploded in his mouth, Xia Youjie's narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes widened instantly. An indescribable deliciousness stimulated his senses, and the impactful flavor brought an unprecedented sense of satisfaction throughout his body.

"Summer oil tastes even better when paired with the side dishes that help cut through the richness."

Kenmei Isayama is clearly a regular customer here, after all, this little shop has been open since he was a child.

"Xiao Ming, it's really rare for you to bring a friend here."

The owner is an elderly man in his seventies, but he is still very energetic. It is really amazing that he can open the door late at night at such an old age.

"You haven't come for a long time since...sigh."

The old man brought over all the food that Xia Youjie and Isayama Kenmei had ordered in one go on a tray. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated, clearly knowing that Isayama Kenmei's sister, Isayama Sakura, had passed away.

What a pity, such a polite child.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Yukimura."

Kenmei Isayama took the tray and said...

"Because I've been so busy lately, I'll definitely patronize your business more often in the future."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief after observing that Kenmei Isayama had moved on from the grief of losing his sister.

"Haha, so that you, Xiaoming, can have a hot meal in the future, I'll have to work even harder with these old bones."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the old man patted his back and left the counter.

"Xiao Ming, then I won't disturb you any longer."

He was going to sleep at his home next to the shop. After all, he was getting old and couldn't stay up as long as he used to when he was younger.

"Just leave it here after you're done eating. I'll clean it up tomorrow morning."

After the old-fashioned door closed, only Kenmei Isayama and Natsumi Yukichi remained in the shop.

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Chapter 54 should be considered a friendship, right?

Good food can soothe the soul, especially a hot meal late at night – it's the perfect reward for a hard day's work.

The stack of empty plates placed in front of Kenmei Isayama and Yujie Natsume showed that they were very satisfied with the meal.

"Xia You, finish this meal."

Kenmei Isayama jokingly said to Natsumi Yuuki, whose face showed a satisfied expression.

"Will we be able to tolerate the smell of the cursed spirits from now on?"

"Stop teasing me."

Xia Youjie's expression was complicated as he hadn't felt this fullness in his abdomen for a long time.

He wiped his mouth and said helplessly.

"I originally had no requirements for food, as long as it could fill my stomach."

"But maybe now"

The rest can be left to a sigh.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

In order to be able to endure the smell of the cursed spirit, I used to eat as little taste as possible, but today I have completely broken that rule.

"It doesn't matter, Spirit, eat if you can, don't eat if you can't."

Kenmei Isayama thought this guy was pretty strange. Did he have masochistic tendencies or something? How could he eat such disgusting things?

"Summer oil, no one is forcing you to eat it."

"Even if they do, with your current strength, can't you shut them up completely?"

I had always been surrounded by the "righteousness" instilled in me by adults, and I had never heard such "treasonous" words as those of Kenmei Isayama.

This made Xia Youjie pause for a moment.

"It's not that simple. Besides, that's not how you use strength."

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"However, you really are an incredible guy."

"By the way, can I call you Xianming? You can just call me Jie."

Xia Youjie felt that today was really unbelievable. He was the one who had ever taken money from other people's pockets before, and he had never met anyone who could take so much money from him.

The problem is that he himself had no temper, and even more incredibly, Xia Youjie actually shared his feelings about swallowing the cursed spirit with others.

As mentioned before, no one knows the scent of the cursed spirit. Even Natsume Yuu, Gojo Satoru, Shoko, and their teacher have never told this secret.

However, when asked a question, Xia Youjie answered without hesitation.

Pity is something only the weak need; Xia Youjie considers himself strong and doesn't need that kind of thing.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Upon hearing Xia Youjie's words, Jianshan Xianming immediately changed his way of addressing him. He wasn't acting like a little girl; two grown men shouldn't be so coy when calling each other by name. It was just a matter of a word.

“Jay, what a strange name.”

Isayama Kenmei muttered something to himself, thinking of "Brother Jie" for no apparent reason. He then took out two chilled cans from the refrigerator, drinking one himself and tossing the other to Xia Youjie.

"呲"

He pulled open the tab, took a sip, and made a satisfied sound, like an uncle after drinking a large glass.