A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

The boss's chair spun around to reveal an elderly man in a black suit, with white hair but an arrogant air. He faced Night Moth Zhengdao with disdain on his face.

"A level two curse spirit? I'm not just putting a collar on someone to limit their curse power output, what are you worried about?"

"Students these days aren't so pampered. Every one of us from my generation came out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"Ha, those dubious, unregulated products can supposedly restrict cursed spirits? I'll name them..."

Write the character backwards.

Night Moth Zhengdao was so angry he laughed; his expression turned extremely ugly and full of contempt.

"You didn't take their kickbacks, did you?"

It is common for some organizations to commission experts in sorcery to help test the performance of new products, but because these are semi-finished products, accidents are prone to occur.

"Moth, you better know your place."

It was practically an open accusation that he was taking advantage of others, and hearing the disdain in Moth's words, the old man couldn't sit still any longer. He angrily slammed his fist on the table at Moth.

"Don't forget, I'm the principal now! I'm the one who calls the shots."

“Your appointment will not take effect until the end of August this year, so you have no right to ask me to explain anything.”

"Old thing."

Moth cursed inwardly, thinking that even though it was a time for the handover of power, the old man was still unwilling to let go.

"But with Mingming watching over him, Nanami should be fine."

After suffering some unknown severe injury to his spirit last time, he has been recuperating at the High School of Curses. The scenery here is pleasant, and with the protection of Lord Tianyuan's barrier, he won't see anything strange as soon as he opens his eyes.

"Miss Ming, are you alright?"

Haibara Yu saw Mingming slowly walking over, and he immediately asked with concern.

"I'm much better now, thank you."

Mingming's voice was quite hoarse, giving the impression that she was about to pass away.

Upon hearing Haibara Yu's words, Isayama Kenmei turned around and saw a pale-faced older woman wearing a black corset and a black horse-face skirt. She didn't seem to be very old.

She looks familiar; her appearance and figure are quite remarkable, but the complexion on her face really lowers her score by a lot.

His face was pale, and his heavy dark circles gave him the kind of mental exhaustion that comes from working 007, like a walking corpse.

Haibara Yu said in a low voice to Isayama Kenmei

"That's Miss Mingming, the supervisor of the High School of Curses. She suffered mental damage during her last mission and has been recuperating here ever since."

Upon hearing his introduction, Kenmei Isayama finally remembered that this was the unlucky fellow.

Even Isayama Kenmei himself dared not look directly at Uncle Lan with his psychic eyes, for fear of damaging his brain.

This woman actually used crows to convey images, which is tantamount to directly confronting this horror. Ignorance is bliss.

I don't know what I've faced.

Fortunately, although crows have the largest brain capacity among birds, they are still within the bird category. It took a fraction of a second for the brain of a bird to receive the information, otherwise she would definitely have become a vegetable.

At the same time, the monster that had been sealed inside the container was also released.

"It's actually a level two cursed spirit?"

Qi Haijian frowned.

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Four steel plates from the airtight container fell to the ground at the same time, kicking up dust. One of the plates, which was connected to the one above, was hit twice.

Its four-meter-tall, plump, yellowish-brown body was covered in fish-scale-like scales, and its mouth had long tusks like those of a wild boar, which were fixed in a muzzle made of a special alloy, preventing it from even roaring; it could only pant heavily.

Its four thick arms and two legs were all bound by chains with strange symbols drawn on them, and the curse power contained in the chains made it unable to move and only able to slightly mobilize the curse power.

"Wait? How could this be?"

When his classmate Kento Nanami's "exam questions" were officially presented to Yu Haibara, his surprise was beyond words.

"A level two cursed spirit?!"

Previously, Haibara Yu was just bragging in front of Isayama Kenmei; in reality, he would only become food for a level two cursed spirit.

But why is Nanami Kento so outstanding, even though he's also a first-year student? The last question on the exam was extremely difficult.

Isayama Kenmei leaned against the railing. Since he was waiting here anyway, he figured it was worth it to have some entertainment to watch. However, a mere level-two cursed spirit was destined to be nothing more than a way to kill time.

The only thing that interested Kenmei Isayama was the silver-white metal device, made into a collar, that was tightly wrapped around the neck of the level-two cursed spirit.

The thing would occasionally crackle with purple lightning, looking incredibly cool.

It's not uncommon for cursed spirits to be bound by magical power; Kenmei Isayama's spiritual energy can even be taken to the extreme.

But that's actually a purely mechanical product? That's quite strange.

The metal casing bears the English word "SINGULARITY" in small print. Each time the lightning flashes, the cursed spirit emits a pitiful cry and then spontaneously reduces its unconscious leakage of cursed power, firmly controlling it at the level of a level three cursed spirit.

The last time Isayama Kenmei was so purely shocked by machinery was when he saw those unknown soldiers annihilating level-three cursed spirits with firearms. Now, an unknown company has even come up with a tool to limit the output of cursed spirits.

Kenmei Isayama felt that if technology continued to advance, Xia Youjie and his group of sorcerers would eventually lose their jobs.

The announcement over the regional radio interrupted Kenmei Isayama's thoughts; staff were reminding the test takers that there were ten seconds left before the exam began.

Kenmei Isayama found it hilarious to see Yu Haibara's behavior. He wasn't the one taking the exam, so why was he swallowing saliva while sweat dripped down his forehead?

This child was clearly more nervous than the seven people below him.

Turning his gaze to Miss Mei, who was standing quietly to the side with her arms crossed, Kenmei Isayama raised an eyebrow.

"Are girls using such wild weapons now?"

She took out a huge object, about 1.8 meters long and wrapped in bandages, from who knows where, and placed it beside the railing. A faint glint of cold light could be seen through the gaps in the bandages, indicating that it was a high-level cursed tool.

When the countdown reached its final five seconds, "examinee" Nanami Kento also took out his weapon, a short sword that resembled a dagger. Although it couldn't compare to the cursed weapon that Isayama Kenmei had beside him, it was still a decent cursed weapon.

"Keep it up, Nanami!"

When he heard Haibara Yu's cheer, Nanami Kento, who had been looking serious and rather averse to trouble, smiled slightly.

"Then let's get a little serious."

"Three, two, one, the exam begins!"

Except for the collar around its neck, all the restraints on the cursed spirit, including the gag over its mouth, were automatically removed after this shout.

The heavy chains and restraints fell to the ground. The sudden ease with which the body rose even startled the not-so-bright cursed spirit for a second, followed by a furious outburst, which roared at the human in front of it.

Having been captured and tortured these past few days, it has been holding back its anger with nowhere to vent it, and it wants to devour this little shrimp alive.

A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out as the cursed spirit, disregarding the stinging and corrosive sensation on its hand,...

He violently ripped off a chain that had been used to bind him, gripped it in his hand, and lashed it out at Nanami Kento. Several trees as thick as a person along the way were snapped in half in less than a second, the crisp, clear sound of tearing air without any dragging, only the purest sense of ripping.

The shrill scream of the air being sucked out was clearly audible even to Kenmei Isayama, who was quite far away; the brutal cursed spirit was about to whip Nanami Kento into mincemeat.

Faced with this fierce attack, Nanami Kento naturally couldn't withstand it head-on. The magical power he had accumulated under his feet erupted in an instant, and he retreated to the surrounding trees in an extremely unscientific posture to avoid the attack.

"The chains in that cursed spirit's hand are a threat; it will be difficult to kill it if we don't deal with them."

Seeing that the little shrimp had actually dodged, the cursed spirit became even angrier and swung the chains again at the tree where Nanami Kento had landed.

"The following are some methods I can think of to eliminate this cursed spirit."

As expected, the tree was shattered again. Faced with the cursed spirit's relentless pursuit, Nanami Kento simply kept replacing the tree with another one, since there were plenty of trees around.

Firstly, wait until the cursed spirit is exhausted before delivering a fatal blow.

However, this is not very realistic. The total spell power of the level two cursed spirit on the other side is several times that of him. Nanami Kento will only be the one who dies first from exhaustion.

Secondly, that is to shatter its chains along with its body in one blow.

That's all we can do.

Just as the cursed spirit was about to swing the iron chain, its beast eyes suddenly narrowed. The little shrimp had actually disappeared from its sight. Just as it was about to look around for it, it spotted the Seven Seas Man-to rushing towards it.

When he was less than three meters away from the cursed spirit, Nanami Kento did not hesitate for a moment. In an instant, he leaped off the ground like a nimble cat and twisted his body in mid-air.

Unleash your magical power, activate the spell!

Suddenly, Nanami Kento's magical power surged, especially his fist, where a considerable amount of pale green magical power had gathered and begun to shimmer with a dazzling light.

【Ten-stroke incantation -- Waluo Waluo!】

A heavy punch slammed into the cursed spirit, and the pale green flames instantly burst into flames. A dazzling pale light covered the entire forest, and the chains and the cursed spirit's body were shattered by this inexperienced student.

Kenmei Isayama laughed.

A sorcerer? He's clearly a beating sorcerer.

Nanami Kento's attack is an expansion technique that injects cursed power into the body of the target, aiming at mutual destruction in a wide-area attack.

The problem was that Nanami Kento's techniques were not yet very refined, and the power of his attacks was far from sufficient. He failed to kill the cursed spirit in one blow, and instead accidentally shattered the last bindings on its body.

While still basking in the joy of "victory," Nanami Kento felt an extremely terrifying chill rise from the bottom of his heart the next second.

Their vision was completely overwhelmed by the rampaging black evil light. It was the blood-soaked cursed spirit that, having completely lost its restraints, unleashed an incredibly violent aura befitting a level two cursed spirit.

"Oops!"

As expected of a first-level sorcerer, Mingming instantly realized that the cursed spirit had completely gone berserk, and the situation on the field had become extremely dangerous.

A level-two cursed spirit that has broken free of its restraints is not something a first-year student can handle.

He immediately tried to pick up the spell tool and activate his spell power, but unexpectedly, the injury he had suffered last time flared up again under the forced activation of his spell power.

A sharp pain shot through his mind, followed by a wave of dizziness and nausea, causing him to drop the spell implements he had just picked up.

"If you're injured, just rest properly. Why push yourself?"

But at that moment, a helpless voice reached Mingming's ears.

"By the way, can I borrow your spell tools for a moment?"

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