Spell Upgrade System

One day ago, Tokyo.

The boy with white hair and sunglasses was lazily lying on the back seat of the car, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the afternoon sun shone on his face, making his already slightly rounded outline soft and soft. Quite a lot.

After an unknown amount of time, the front door of the car was opened, a man sat in the driver's seat, and started the car skillfully.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, and sighed, "You're so slow."

The man in the driver's seat apologized guiltily: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Wujo, some things were delayed."

"But...it's all the same to me."

Whether it's before departure or on the way to departure, Gojo Satoru doesn't really care, the essence is boring. When he arrives at the location, he can just get rid of the curse spirit.

The boring daily life starts from school, whether it is dawdling until school is over, or leaving school halfway to perform tasks, for Gojo Satoru, daily life is daily life, and nothing is different.

Gojo Satoru turned sideways slightly, looked at the man's face in the front mirror of the car, and said, "I said, don't follow me when we get here."

"Master Wutiao, I'm afraid..." The man hesitated to speak.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and said impatiently: "If you are told to leave, you will leave as soon as you leave, as if you are on vacation, don't you want to? Or are those old men coercing you?"

"..."

A man doesn't speak, he thinks and knows, he won't dare to speak.

Gojo Satoru turned over on the back seat a little bored, thinking that even if he didn't want to, he could completely throw people away with just a teleport, and he couldn't even catch them.

After a while.

Gojo Satoru did exactly that.

He completely threw off the assistant supervisor, so he said long ago that he didn't need the assistant supervisor to accompany him, and it wasn't the first time he went to other places to do tasks. It was really unnecessary.

Perhaps compared to this unnecessary escort, the group of people sent the auxiliary supervisor to follow them more for surveillance.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, and took out the phone from his pocket.

Speaking of which, there are things like GPS positioning in mobile phones, right?

[Wujo Satoru: I'm going to stay here for a few days, during which time I will find tasks to do by myself, please tell the old men! ]

After sending this text message to the assistant supervisor, Gojo Satoru resolutely turned off the phone, and then put it back in his pocket.

After walking a few steps, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something again.

He forgot his wallet in the car.

……

When Gojo Satoru arrived at the place where the original curse spirit appeared, it had obviously disappeared long ago.

But he could tell that it hadn't left here for a long time, probably only half a minute.

What was left on the ground was clear and distorted filth. The white-haired boy put his hands in his pockets, but raised his head slightly. Looking forward, he saw a cloud of filthy mantra gathered in a narrow alley.

And it seems, there are people.

It's just that the person's mantra power is too thin, and it's easier to be ignored next to the mantra with chaotic mantra power. Gojo Satoru can only catch that person's figure with his long-distance vision.

Even though Gojo Satoru is arrogant, he is not a person who disregards life, so when he sees that person in danger, he immediately teleports into the alley, raising his hand as a "Cang", expelling the curse spirit.

Immediately, he turned his head, and what he saw was a girl with white hair and green eyes. Her clothes were dirty, and her knees had scratches. It looked like she had just fallen.

The girl's emerald eyes just looked straight at her, but he couldn't see the look in them, he knew that she was just scared stupid.

A guy with such a thin mana might not be able to see it even when the mantra was about to eat her, or maybe it was just the chills wrapped around his body that prompted him to run away, and it turned out like this in the end.

After about a few seconds, she still didn't look away. Gojo Satoru was a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he leaned slightly, raised his hand and shook it in front of her, trying to help her regain consciousness.

"Hello? Come back to your senses?"

This time the other party finally responded.

Seeing the girl's distressed appearance, Gojo Satoru took a closer look boredly: "Fortunately, I thought you died because you were too frightened."

Two seconds later, she laughed and thanked him.

Wujo Wu frowned, looking at her reaction, she couldn't tell that she was someone who had just brushed shoulders with death. Compared with the strong emotion of the rest of her life, the rush she gave her was more like a sigh of relief. Lightweight feeling.

He was obviously in a mess, but he didn't know why he was so calm.

"That... you saved my life, what can I repay you?"

The girl said so.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, and thought of the wallet he had ruthlessly forgotten in the car, and raised his lips slightly: "Okay, then you can take me in for a while."

……

At night, Shikatori Hiiragi had already fallen asleep.

Gojo Satoru wanted to complain about the old man's work and rest, but felt that he should not make these demands from his own standpoint, so he fell asleep with her according to her wishes, but sure enough, he woke up after sleeping for a while.

Gojo Satoru took off the "Shounen Jump" covering his face, and sat up slowly.

The bright moonlight shone on the girl through the window, and the already fair skin looked even whiter under the light.

Shikatori Hiiragi's sleeping posture is very good, what she did when she fell asleep, she basically looks what she does when she wakes up, she is on her side, breathing evenly and gently, the smile faded from her face rarely, but she looks obedient.

The summer night is relatively cool, but it can't hide the heat brought by the season. She threw the quilt under her body, and above the pillow is a slightly old golden star and moon headdress.

Gojo Satoru blinked, and suddenly felt that the magic power in Shikatori Hiiragi's body didn't seem to be as thin as it was during the day.

Although it was still at the level of an ordinary person, it was definitely not what he saw during the day.

Thinking this way, he didn't know what to do, he reached out and touched Shikatori Hiiragi's face in a strange way, but the other party was still fast asleep, without any reaction.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru found that there was more magic power flowing in Shikatori Hiiragi's body.

The spell power is generated by negative emotions, and if ordinary people cannot control the spell power, it will form a curse, so as for the sudden increase in Shikatori Hiiragi's spell power at this time, he can only guess——

Did she have some nightmare?

Do not……

This magic power is more like absorbing his magic power than her own.

Just because he just touched her.

Gojo Satoru looked at Shikatori Hiiragi with weird eyes, but he just watched, and he didn't touch her again.

After thinking for a while, but to no avail, Wujo Satoru chose to give up.

He lay back on the same spot again, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the other party, and once again covered his face with the book "Youth Jump", pretending that he hadn't done anything.

The next day, after Shikatori Hiiragi went out to work, Gojo Satoru accidentally noticed the pen and paper on the low table.

He remembered that it was written by Shikatori Hiiragi last night.

Perhaps it was the strange things that happened last night that made him a little concerned about whether Shikatori Hiiragi had any secrets, and he was uncontrollably curious.

He has seen many kinds of spells, ranging from destroying the world to keeping food warm, but he has never seen anyone who can absorb the spell power of others.

Shikatori Hiiragi seems to be an exception, either knows everything, or knows nothing.

What kind of secret spy in the magic world, what kind of man-made magic power absorbing machine, all kinds of stimulating identities have been completely filled by Gojo Wu's brain, and now, he may only need to look at those few pieces of paper to know all of them. .

So what is he waiting for?

Gojo Satoru resolutely walked to the low table, and flipped through the papers on it.

Two seconds later, he frowned.

[I will go shopping for daily necessities after get off work tomorrow. 】

[Go to the market tomorrow morning to buy vegetables. 】

[Rent expenditure xx yen. 】

【Dessert for dinner will cost xx yen. 】

[Save money to buy a mobile phone. 】

……

This is not something he made up in his head at all, it's just an ordinary diary, where he wrote some future life plans and recorded today's bills.

He read several pages in a row, and each page was about the same thing.

The inexplicably generated curiosity was satisfied, Gojo Satoru blinked, and then put the paper back unsatisfactorily, just as he had before turning it over.

Probably absorbing magic power or something is just his illusion.

But what he didn't know was that on the bottom piece of paper, there was written in detail Shikatori Hiiragi's upgrade plan, which was what he wanted to see the most.

He went out, ready to go shopping in the street.

……

As soon as Shikatori Hiiragi walked out of the alley, the policeman in front immediately came over and asked her if she had already solved it.

Shikatori Hiiragi seemed to have forgotten his identity as a black household, but nodded a little tiredly, and the policeman left with satisfaction, calling his colleagues to call it a day.

It's getting late even though the meal hasn't been eaten yet.

Shikatori Hiiragi thought about it, and decided to go to a convenience store to buy rice balls to eat.

On the way to the convenience store, Shikatori Hiiragi suddenly remembered another thing: [Speaking of which, is there a level for things like spells?I remember that you said "Tier [-]" before, but this time it is "Tier [-]". Is there any difference? 】

[System: Yes. 】

[System: Mantra spirits are generally divided into five levels, from level four to special level, with level four being the lowest level and special level being the highest. The higher the level, the stronger the magic spirit. 】

【Shikatori Hiiragi: Then, the one I got rid of just now is not as strong as the previous one? 】

[System: In theory, this is the case. 】

Shikatori Hiiragi knows that her spell power has improved, but it is still not as good as last time. The reason is probably that the star level of the skill card she used this time is far lower than the previous five-star card.

[Katori Hiiragi: Is there a correspondence between the star rating of the card and the level of the spell? 】

[System: The system has never accepted such regulations. 】

Shikatori Hiiragi thought about it, thinking that maybe the system didn't know about it, after all, it was just her own opinion.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but there are five levels of cards, just like the level of magic spirits.

A one-star skill card is not enough to exorcise a third-level curse spirit, but a two-star skill card can. Five star card.

Shikatori Hiiragi thought as she walked, she didn't know how long it took until the white-haired boy came in front of her early, before she finally reacted.

"... Ah! Gojo-kun, why are you here?"

When Gojo Satoru approached and saw her, his eyes became strange.

Two seconds later, he answered as a matter of course: "I'm hungry, I'm looking for you for dinner."

Rather, ask her to invite him to dinner.

It was only then that Shikatori Hiiragi remembered that Gojo Satoru had no food at home, and felt a little guilty, but he still said, "Although I'm a little sorry, but time is tight now, I plan to go to the convenience store to eat, or I will give you money, you What do you want to eat yourself?"

"It doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru said.

Shikatori Hiiragi thought that since he didn't care about it himself, then she had nothing to shirk: "Okay."