Curse Back: From Demonic Hollow to Heroic Spirit Summoning.

"How about Zen Temple? Do you want to accept this commission?"

In a high-rise building not far from Gojo Satoru and the other two, Kong Shiyu was trying hard to persuade Fushiguro Shinji to join this operation.

There is no other reason, Pan Xing taught him so much.

Even Kong Shiyu, who could only take a small cut in the middle, could make a fortune.

Therefore, Kong Shiyu was particularly concerned about this sorcerer killer, whom he usually did not want to contact.

After all, the Panxing Sect really does not have the ability to fight against powerful sorcerers.

Those people in their church are usually good at pretending to be ghosts and deceiving rich people, but if they were to fight against Six Eyes, they would probably be in trouble.

"The Panxing Sect is very generous."

Kong Shiyu continued to seduce.

“It’s not a Zen temple.”

"Ok?"

Kong Shiyu was stunned by Fushiguro Shier's words, and he began to think quickly about the meaning of these words in his mind.

"I'm married into the family, and now I'm Fushiguro."

Fushiguro Shigeu raised his slipper-clad foot and scratched it.

At this moment, Fushiguro Shigeki gave people the feeling of returning to nature like the Fire Cloud Evil God.

If Fushiguro Shinobu is thrown into a crowd, it would be really hard to imagine that this is the Heaven and Tyrant who once caused trouble in one of the three great families.

"I see. I've heard you say before that you hate Zen temples. Is it because you've started a family that you've retired in recent years?"

Kong Shiyu felt that he knew why the magician killer had retired in recent years.

It's just that his guess was a little off.

Although there were family factors that kept Fushiguro from taking black market commissions, it was more because the rich woman was too attractive.

You can get a lot of money without doing anything, which is much better than fighting and killing in the underworld.

"Interesting. I'll accept this commission."

Just as Kong Shiyu was thinking about how to persuade him next, Fushiguro Shigeki spoke first.

Kong Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the client said that other curses didn’t matter, he had to make Fushiguro Shinobu accept the commission before he could get paid.

"When will the deposit arrive?"

"Any time is fine. The Panxing Cult is quite generous this time."

As he spoke, Kong Shiyu took out a card from his pocket.

"Don't give it to me yet."

"Ok?"

Kong Shiyu's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Use this deposit to issue a commission. The target is that astral plasma body. No matter if it's dead or alive, try to let as many curse masters know about it."

"...You plan to outsource the commission?"

Kong Shiyu was speechless.

He was busy for a long time looking for a curse master and thinking about how to persuade Fushiguro Shigeru to make tens of millions.

This guy Fushiguro Shigeu made more than ten times his own money just by outsourcing the task?

"No, the people that Six Eyes wants to protect are not something that those trash can touch."

"Then you still..."

"Let's set the commission time at 40 hours. There's no need to mention the astral plasma mission. Just say it's an ordinary person."

Before Kong Shiyu could finish his words, Fushiguro Shigeru interrupted him.

40 hours? Concealing the identity of the Astral Plasma?

Kong Shiyu felt as if he understood something.

"I see, that's it..."

Kong Shiyu looked up and was about to reply, but found that Fushiguro Shigeki had already left.

"This guy, I really don't want to see him anywhere except at work and in hell."

Kong Shiyu scratched his head helplessly and started to post new commissions on the dark web.

At this moment, in the shadow of the corridor, Fushiguro Shige, who was walking down the stairs, had a creepy and perverted smile on his face.

‘Don’t let me down. ’

The experience of being denied by the world of sorcery since childhood was like a thorn that pierced Fushiguro Shige's heart.

Now is the time to trample upon the dignity of those arrogant sorcerers.

What expressions would be on the faces of those old guys when the Son of God who changed the world of sorcery at birth died at the hands of a monkey they looked down upon.

Really looking forward to it.

At this moment, Tianyu Tyrant, who had put away his sword for several years, bared his deadly fangs like a lion awakening from his sleep.

............

Drop, drop.

On a traffic-congested road, countless drivers are honking their horns anxiously.

Click.

The door opened and the assistant supervisor who had just gotten off the car to check the situation returned to the car.

"What's going on ahead?"

The Heroic Spirit Emiya spoke first.

"Lord Emiya, there is a large truck that has overturned ahead of us. The road is currently blocked and is being cleared."

Are you really stalling for time?

This was the second time an accident had occurred on the way to the mission.

The first time was when a landslide occurred on a section of the road.

At that time, after the Heroic Spirit Emiya got off the car, he and other drivers pushed away most of the stones and cleared a road for traffic.

This time, a large truck was used to block the road.

If Emiya was able to deal with the previous landslide, he couldn't do it this time.

After all, you can push the big rock away and people just marvel at your strength.

At most I'll give you a few nicknames.

For example, a strong man that only appears once in a century.

The Raiden of the Heisei era is Uemon.

The Muscle King or something like that.

But being able to push a large truck by one person cannot be explained by simple strength.

"I'll go first, and we'll meet up in Nagasaki later."

After saying this, the Heroic Spirit Emiya in the back seat of the car transformed into a spirit and disappeared.

"Wait, Mr. Emiya..."

The assistant supervisor who was driving turned around and found that the Heroic Spirit Emiya had disappeared.

There is only one reason why Heroic Spirit Emiya dared to do this.

The island is small enough.

With the power of the heroic spirit, crossing mountains and rivers is no problem.

Moreover, in this situation, traveling by yourself is obviously much faster than driving with constant "accidents".

A few hours later, the Heroic Spirit Emiya arrived at the mission gathering place.

"How's the situation?"

The Heroic Spirit Emiya, who has released his spirit form, appears next to a man who is in charge of sealing off the accident scene.

"Eh?"

The man was startled by the sudden appearance of the Heroic Spirit Emiya.

After carefully confirming that Heroic Spirit Emiya was a powerful reinforcement designated by the Jujutsu Supervisor Council and possessed special strength, the man showed a look of joy on his face.

"Hello, Lord Emiya, I am Tanaka, the assistant supervisor in charge of the on-site blockade. I will report the situation to you now."

The Heroic Spirit Emiya nodded.

Judging from the assistant supervisor's happy and relieved expression, he was not in the same group as the person who had been delaying time.

"There are currently three curse masters and one special-grade curse spirit in the temple. The hostages are not in danger at the moment."

The assistant supervisor took out a blue folder and opened it.

"One of these three is a curser who has been very active recently. His strength is roughly equivalent to that of a level 3 curser. The Curse Directorate has no information on the other two. They are probably cursers who have been operating in secret."

The assistant supervisor handed a few photos to the Heroic Spirit Emiya.

Above are photos of the Curse Master taken secretly from various angles by personnel at the scene.

The same photos were previously sent to the Department of Inspector General of Spells to collect information on curse casters.

"In addition, we have found out the true identity of the special-grade cursed spirit in the temple."

After saying this, the assistant supervisor raised his head and spoke in a heavy tone.

"Special grade cursed spirit, Kishimogoddess."