Yokohama High School of Magic

"I am looking forward."

There was still a carefree smile on the corner of Xia Youjie's mouth.

The cries of the crowd echoed in the ears mixed with the chaos of soldiers and horses. Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his right hand, and a layer of red light gradually spread on the outside of his body.

"I heard that you can control gravity." Xia Youjie's right palm rushed up, and black balls condensed in the mid-air, "Gravity is the gravitational force of the earth's core on the surface. Are you the human's fear of the deep underground?"

The curse spirit released from the small ball paraded halfway through the air, suddenly stopped, and was abruptly crushed to the ground, smashed into a thin layer.

Xia Youjie looked at the semicircular cracked ground with a smile, "It seems not."

More and more distorted curse spirits came out of the chrysalis, but they got the same fate as the previous curse spirits, and the ground was smashed into half circles of spider webs one after another, rough and uneven.

Xia Youjie remained unhurried, and enthusiastically guessed the reason for the birth of the 'curse spirit' in front of him: "Fear of gravity?"

But soon, he vetoed himself again: "No, the essence of gravity is interaction. If you can master gravity, you should also master repulsion." Just like the "strongest" in the world of magic.

In just a blink of an eye, the orange-haired boy with red light all over his body has already rushed in front of him.

A curse spirit like a flying fish appeared between the two of them out of thin air, blocking Zhongyuan Zhongye's punch, allowing Xia Youjie to escape, and landed in the middle of the panicked crowd.

Everyone stared at Chuya Nakahara with fearful eyes, but turned a blind eye to the danger around him.

The man in cassock was incompatible with the panic-stricken crowd around him. Standing here at this moment, he seemed to be looking down on Zhongya in the Central Plains.

"Could it be—"

The smile on his lips deepened.

The black pupils clearly depicted the figure of the orange-haired boy. Behind the boy, an ominous existence spread with black and red filth gradually appeared.

This is--

Xia Youjie's gaze was suddenly filled with greed to the extreme, and his voice was as soft as a whisper:

"Is it human's fear of this planet?"

No one answered him, and he didn't need to.

Tuogen behind Zhongyuan Zhongye had already stood up, and the crowd Xia Youjie was in couldn't help but distance himself from the orange-haired boy.

dilemma.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched the fist hanging by his side.

"Do you want to open the domain?" Xia Youjie suggested to him kindly: "Although some people will die, it is a necessary sacrifice. If we continue to waste time here, it may lead to greater casualties."

"To shut up."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down.

Xia Youjie spread his hands with an expression of 'Okay'.

There was a moment of silence all around.

In the next second, with him at the center, the brains of the surrounding crowd were suddenly cut row by row.

The pupils of the orange-haired boy constricted at that moment.

In the blue pupils shrunk into vertical pupils, a man in cassock like a leader stood in the middle of the pool of blood and brains, and he gave him a distorted smile of extreme malice:

——"In that case, how about letting me make a choice for you?"

A loud noise and violent shaking suddenly spread throughout the station.

"cough."

Osamu Dazai wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, looked up at the stop sign that was shaking because of the vibration, and said softly, "Ah, that's bad."

In front of him, the unscathed real person followed his gaze, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, "Your classmate seems to be turning into a curse spirit and being eaten."

"That's such a pity." Dazai Osamu said so, but there was no emotion related to it on his face.

He withdrew his hand supporting his knee, blew on the palm that had just been pierced by the steel bar, and said in a complaining tone: "As expected, I hate pain the most."

"Soon you will be indifferent to the pain." The real person tilted his head, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

Because he will soon make the person in front of him beg to die.

"yes."

Osamu Dazai lowered his hand and raised his head to look at him, as if thinking.

The iris-colored pupils reflected the blue-haired curse spirit.

Clearly there was nothing in those eyes, but looking closely, the reflected figure of the real person seemed to be engulfed by surging filth.

This scene vaguely coincided with the night in the real person's memory, making him subconsciously take half a step back.

... an eyesore.

The real person suddenly put away all his smiles, and his expression became cold, like a poisonous snake neighing in the shadows: "I've changed my mind, you'd better hurry up and die."

Behind Osamu Dazai was an exit of the station, and the convective wind blew behind him, picking up a few strands of hair beside his ears.

"it's a pity."

The bandaged boy elongated his tone, with slight regret lurking in his voice, as if he felt a moment of genuine heartbeat for the suggestion of the magic spirit.

"Do you feel sorry for the fact that you are about to die?"

The real person's eyes gradually only reflected the figure that he had always thought of and subconsciously trembled with fear.

Osamu Dazai.

He held out his hand—

"Senior Dazai!"

The white tiger roared, biting down fiercely with its sharp teeth, piercing the arm of the curse spirit down to the bone.

!

The real man tore off his arm and quickly backed away.

The chaos just now disappeared like a hallucination, but Dazai Osamu, who was in a mess, seemed to be indifferent, and gave Atsushi Nakajima a thumbs up with a smile: "Aunt, you came in time."

Nakajima Tsungo stood in front of Osamu Dazai, looking warily at the curse spirit in front of him, "...it's the one from last time."

"Don't worry, Atsu-kun, this is just a clone." Osamu Dazai patted him on the shoulder from behind, with a relaxed tone, "You get rid of him, I'll go down and find a slug that's about to get out of control."

"Senior Chuya!" Atsushi Nakajima was startled, and nodded seriously: "Okay!"

After being accurately called out as the avatar, the real person's eyes were gloomy, but he soon put on a smile: "It's useless, as long as you don't have direct contact, you can't do anything."

Osamu Dazai glanced at him with a smile, and walked underground without looking back.

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When the violent shock came, Fu Heihui was lying on the ground vomiting blood.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood in front of him and blocked all the attacks from the Curser for him. He obviously looked weak, but when he fought back, the sound of breaking through the air from the corner of the black clothes shocked people's hearts.

"Feel sorry."

Being held back by others, Fu Heihui wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, propped his arms on the ground, stood up with all his strength, and gestured for [Orochi] again.

The big snake came out of the ground and strangled several curse masters who were rushing towards them.

The faces of the two people standing in the center of the encirclement were extremely pale.

Tore a curse master in half from bottom to bottom, standing in the rain made of blood, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's pale face was splashed with a few drops of blood, and the corners of his eyes slowly dripped blood that did not belong to him. Viscous blood stains, panting slightly, but the black pupils flickered with madness that made the curser deter.

"Crazy...crazy."

I don't know who scolded him, but no one refuted him.

Everyone looked at the conjurer who seemed to be fighting back desperately with a little fear.

The cold black eyes were devoid of any emotion. They swept across the curse masters who seemed to be in a steady stream, and they couldn't kill them all, and then glanced behind him lightly.

Dang bang.

The brooch inlaid with tanzanite was thrown in front of Fu Heihui, who couldn't stop vomiting blood, and the gems on it reflected sharp light in the sun.

Fu Heihui raised his head abruptly.The person in front of him with his back turned didn't look back, and only left a cold order: "Put it on."

"why?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't answer him, and the figure in a suit rushed towards the wall surrounded by curse masters again, as if he didn't care about his own life.

Fu Heihui gritted his back molars, still determined to believe, he picked up the expensive brooch and casually pinned it on his chest, and then, his free hands seamlessly made a gesture of "Full Elephant".

Standing on the top of a tall building, the man overlooking the battlefield below nodded to the old woman behind him: "It's almost there, grandma."

The two people under the building were exhausted.

"it is good."

The old woman who had been chanting sutras with her eyes closed opened her eyes lightly.

"Grandson, let's go."

The black flowing sludge was suddenly pulled out of the air by her, and flung towards the man.

The man caught the flowing sludge, opened his mouth, and ate the sludge.

In the next second, half of the man's face changed strangely, a scar suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, the muscles of his body began to swell, and his figure gradually elongated.

Until his right foot stepped on the edge of the building, the man had completely changed into another person.

At the bottom of the building, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was fighting the swarming magicians, suddenly looked up.

"If someone on the other side becomes different..."

His voice was faint, as if he was relaying what someone said in memory.

"Ignore them all..."

The weakness that the black-haired boy was gradually unable to deal with was like a hallucination, and it came to an abrupt end.

He became sharp again in an instant, and the jagged protrusions at the end of the small suit bit the throats of several people beside him in an instant, and the blood spurted from the arteries soaked his whole body.

Fu Heihui looked up with trembling pupils, and felt the warm liquid splashing on half of his face.

"Go directly to the location on the second floor of the third platform."

As soon as the plain and cold words were finished, the end of the black-haired boy's suit changed into a hook shape. Before everyone had time to react, he hooked the collar of Fu Heihui's school uniform and rushed to the station hundreds of meters away in an instant.

"!"

The oncoming strong wind threw the undried blood on the side of Fu Heihui's face behind him.

All the conjurers were left far behind by them, and a certain conjurer even received a drop of blood head-on.

The next second, the conjurer's brain was suddenly pierced by a fist from the back to the front. He didn't even have time to look back to see who killed him, and was hung in the air by that arm, swaying.

The old woman, who had her eyes closed, suddenly burst into tears, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at her trembling hands in disbelief.

"Why, why... can't control it!"

Under the building, the man with the scar on the corner of his mouth opened his mouth with a ferocious smile, the whites of his eyes were completely filled with black, and he looked around at the cursers with black eyeballs.

Like a long-awaited hunter.