I am cursed by the strongest

What kind of experience is it like to have more than half of the school demolished one day before the start of school?

The old principal Aoki, who is 73 years old this year and can retire in just two years, was frightened awake by the deafening roar, his body was stiff.

He was the first-hand witness of the tragedy more than ten years ago. The silver-haired, blue-eyed Shenzi descended from the sky and stepped on the big round table in the conference room. There was no emotion in the six eyes that could see people's hearts.

"What are you doing?" The average age of the people present was more than ten times his age. He was so young and so arrogant.

That was the first time Principal Aoki saw this six-eyed boy who was hidden by the Gojo family. Even though the other party was only a child under seven years old, Principal Aoki was still impressed by his temperament.

Beautiful, powerful, sharp.

The dazzling light makes people want to bend their knees and bow deeply.

Those incredible words of praise can be stacked on this young child without any sense of disobedience.

Because he was overwhelmed by the strength of Liuyanzi, Principal Aoki didn't even notice what the people around him said.

I only saw the aloof Shenzi laughing lightly, his exquisite facial features were so beautiful that it made people timid, but there was no smile at all.

"Bah-"

A drop of blood fell on the ground, and immediately after, the man standing beside him lost half of his body and fell down.

"Since you want to play Zhichan's idea, then—are you ready to go to hell?"

That night was a nightmare that most conjurers could never get rid of in their lifetime.

Obviously to create a better future, but the dream was shattered before that future came.

The headquarters of the director department, which gathered 80.00% of the adult conjurers in the conjuration world, was killed by a child who was less than seven years old.

Patriarch Kamo, a first-class conjurer who was still in the golden age, was thrown in a corner like a rag, and his life and death were unknown.There was blood everywhere.

Here is hell?or where?

The child wearing a kimono with a blue dragonfly pattern on a white background has an extremely dark [良] on his left hand and an extremely bright [He] on his right hand. Countless black holes and supernovae blasted the entire building into ruins.

Whether it is an experienced old conjurer or a young and strong young conjurer, they all fled in embarrassment at the sound of explosions and roars.

Principal Aoki's last memory is Gojo Satoru's face without sadness or joy.

The director's department, which has been fighting against the royal family for hundreds of years, has gained the upper hand and even overwhelmed the head of the Yusan family in modern times, has left only an extremely huge pit like it has never appeared before.

Principal Aoki, who was paralyzed at the bottom of the deep pit clutching his wound, was as insignificant as a pitiful and pathetic little ant.

In the suffocating silence, a person climbed up from the ground in a mess, and shouted at Gojo Satoru in disgrace: "Gojo Satoru! Do you know what you are doing?! Only Gojozhi is alone! Just go Sacrifice him alone! The world will usher in a better tomorrow! You are a sinner—”

The [Cang] that absorbs all the extreme darkness and the [He] that releases all the extreme brightness overlap neatly in the hands of the Son of God, and the space seems to be distorted by such terrifying power.

With the power to annihilate everything——in a dazzling light, the man was engulfed by the gorgeous light.

Nothing was left.

At this time, they realized that Liuyanzi, who was only seven years old, had enough ability to kill them all in one sight.

The reason why they didn't do this was just to warn and demonstrate.

Those who attack the wishing machine will all go to hell in my hands.

——The silent warning weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"The new world that can only be bought by sacrificing a child—let me destroy it."

His face was so immature, his tone was so calm, and his floating figure looked so young, but no one dared to raise any doubts.

"Hoo-ha-ha-ha-ha-" until Gojo Satoru turned and left, and his chic and free back disappeared from sight, Principal Aoki breathed heavily, fresh air poured into his nostrils for a long time, and Principal Aoki breathed heavily. Realizing that I forgot to breathe because I was too scared, there is not much happiness for the rest of my life, only a deep shadow.

Like a cat catching a mouse, Gojo Satoru, with a bad personality, only bombarded the building of the director's department and smashed the bodies of all the conjurers present. Among the young men who sacrificed their future, there were only extremely high-ranking and powerful senior executives who were seriously injured and were not rescued.

Principal Aoki, whose arm was blown off, lived in the courtyard for half a month and drank soup for a month. Except for an ugly scar that could not be erased, he looked the same as before.

However, when news of the death of the wishing machine from the Gojo family came, Principal Aoki's body was faster than his brain, and he hid in the newly built secret base, cut off all contact with the outside world and hid tremblingly for two months. , the newly built headquarters of the director department was bombed to pieces again.

It's just that this time he didn't do it himself, but a meteorite fell from the sky, which "coincidentally" killed all the high-level executives who were discussing how to implement the [Superior imaginary spell spirit Wujozhi].

The staff and auxiliary supervisors were also involved in the scene that day, and were slightly or severely injured.

At the cost of his life, he verified the fourth truth of Wutiao Wu - Wutiao Wu will not be hated.

What if I really hate Gojo Satoru so much that I want to kill him?Then please disappear (*￣︶￣)

Even after so many years, Principal Aoki still has a deep fear of the word "Gojo Satoru".

"Master Miko, it's an honor to be demolished by you!" Principal Aoki's legs were trembling. As one of the people who was warned at the beginning, although, even though he was holding "Maybe I can make a wish" that night "The idea of ​​​​following the crowd to participate in the formulation of the battle plan, but he is really not so strong that he must make a wish!

It's just, just, how can he say that he is also the principal of Tokyo High School, and he can be regarded as a member of the upper echelon of the magic circle. The principal of Kyoto High School has gone. If he doesn't go, doesn't it feel like he is a head shorter than the other party?

Then he turned his head, restrained his smile and looked at Xia Youjie seriously: "Student Xia You, the school is everyone's school, how can you destroy public property?!"

Xia Youjie frowned and looked at Principal Aoki with the puzzled expression of an old man on a subway phone. What's wrong with the magic world? Is it really the right choice for him to come to this school?

"Xia You!" Night Moth, who was wearing sunglasses at night and looked like a gangster, pressed down on Xia Youjie and lowered his head, "If you make a mistake, listen to me honestly!"

Training?Why training him is "training", training Wujo Wu that bastard is just nodding and bowing to care about whether he is happy or not!

Although it is the style of the black-dao brother, he is unexpectedly upright: "Wu Tiao! What are you laughing at?! Look, it's all your filthy spell power! You blasted it to death, right?! You still want to Is Xia You a scapegoat?"

Principal Aoki was terrified when he heard this, and was pissed off by Ye Mozhengdao, who couldn't turn a corner. I just handed in the spending plan, but I really can't think of anything else to fool me. I'm so worried! Thanks to Wutiao classmate! Thank you for warming the four seasons because of you. Lord Shenzi, thank you for solving it for me Such a big trouble!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Wutiaozhi: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "You're welcome, after all, I'm still very helpful!"

Wujo Zhi, whose face was flushed so the filter disappeared, said unceremoniously: "The principal is an idiot, and Ni-chan is also an idiot."

"Huh?!!!" Gojo Satoru cried, "How can Zhichan say that about Nichan! Even if you call me an idiot, you should add 'the world's most invincible, handsome, handsome, Zhichan's favorite idiot Nichan 'That's the right adjective!"

As he said, he ignored Wutiao's childish struggle and sucked Xia Youjie's suckled cheek: "Bo—" he didn't forget to cover the other side of his face cautiously.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Wutiao Zhi, who finally wiped his face clean: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idiot idiot idiot! Ni-chan is an invincible idiot!"

Because most of the school was bombed, especially the dormitory building had almost no place to set foot, so before the school was repaired, the students had to find a place in Tokyo to temporarily settle down.

Wujo, the culprit, Satoru said without the slightest guilt: "What does it matter, anyway, the things taught in school are very simple, wouldn't it be nice to find a chance to have fun?"

Xia Youjie was speechless: "Then why did you come to the college?"

Gojo Wuli said bluntly: "Of course it's for fun! The old man at home is so annoying, how clean it is here!"

The area of ​​the high school is not small, several hills are at least several hundred acres, but in the high school, except for the magicians who use the school as the base camp of magicians, there are only principal Aoki, five of them including Noctua Masato. teacher, and seven students.

The seniors in the fifth grade are already counted as conjurers who have officially debuted. They are busy with their tasks every day, and they are almost invisible in school, so they are not counted.There are three seniors in the fourth grade, only one senior in the third grade, no students in the second grade, and then there are the new freshmen this year.

Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie, and a short-haired girl who was born in the house.

Seven students + one child, the assistant supervisor can drive them to the hotel in one car, but it is worth considering who this unlucky guy is.

Ye Mozheng stretched out his hand and said helplessly, "Give me the key, and I'll take them to the hotel."

The auxiliary supervisors looked at the moth right way with grateful eyes adoring and worrying as if they saw the savior.

At present, Xia Youjie, who still respects the old, loves the young and respects the teachers, asked with concern: "Aren't the teachers going with us?"

Principal Aoki and the other four teachers trembled.

"The old man sleeps lightly. I can't sleep when I go to a big city. There is a rest room in the office. I can sleep there for one night."

"My wife said that if I don't go home today, she will divorce me. I have to go home."

"I……"

Xia Youjie lost sight of anyone in an instant.

"Zhijiang is sleepy, I'll take him to sleep first." The five Zhijiang eyes carried by Wujou Wutiao could barely open, only one small slit was left, the eyes were foggy, the corners of the eyes were filled with tears, and his face was pressed against the On Gojo Satoru's shoulders, traces of flesh were pressed out.

After Gojo Satoru took Wutiao Zhi away, the air suddenly eased a lot.

No matter how dull Xia Youjie was, he could still notice something was wrong.

The conjurer who has been on missions has a sense of wandering between darkness and light. Xia Youjie is a genius, but at the moment he is just a young man who has just come into contact with the world of conjuration, so he chose his contemporaneous family member Nitzi to complain.

"Don't you know?" After listening to his rant, the girl with a mole with tears in her face looked up at him in surprise, and immediately thought of the reason, "You are a magician who came from an ordinary person, right?"

Born in a family of healing spells, Iiri Glass was treated like an adult at a young age, so she has a sense of decadence that doesn't match her age.

"Because in the world of conjuration, you may not know about the Yusanjia, you may not have heard of the director's department, but it is absolutely impossible not to know about 'Gojo Satoru' and his younger brother 'Gojo Zhi'."

Hearing the key words, the auxiliary supervisor trembled subconsciously, and the car made a twisting and harsh friction sound on the road.With Gojo Satoru absent, the assistant supervisor dared to drive again, so the matter of driving fell to the assistant supervisor who specialized in logistics.

It was Supervisor Qing Shui who invited Xia Youjie to enroll. With a mournful face, he begged, "Miss Jiajin, please, can you not say these two names?"

Jia Ruzi changed his name in a good manner: "Oh, let me say it again, in the magic world, you may not know the Yusan family, you may not have heard of the director department, but it is absolutely impossible not to know the 'six eyes' of the Wutiao family. and his brother 'Universal Wishing Machine'."

He has heard the title "Son of God" several times, but this is the first time he has heard of "Universal Wishing Machine".

"'Universal wishing machine', is it Zhijiang?" Xia Youjie couldn't help complaining, "It's the child of God and the wishing machine, are you sorcerers like this? It's hard to pass the second year of junior high school, please Don't bring up painful memories in me!"

"Also forget about the 'Son of God', what the hell is the 'Wish Wishing Machine'? Is it possible that there is still a spell that can fulfill people's wishes? This kind of thing——"

"That's right, it's just as you imagined." The eyes of the fourth-grade black-haired senior were eager to try, "It's a pity, I will make my official debut next year, and this year is the only time left!" Years, Raiders under the Wishing Machine!Then make a wish!

The senior next to him gave him a hammer: "Hey, don't pull us if you want to die! Do you dare to provoke that lunatic Gojo Wu?!"

The black-haired senior was indignant: "Isn't it unfair that he is the only one who can make a wish? Such a convenient spell should contribute to all conjurers! We have paid so much for human life, Shouldn't there be some rewards or something?"

Xia Youjie suddenly felt a chill running from his spine to his brain.

For the sake of the same period, Jiarui Nizi kindly reminded: "You better not have that kind of thinking, Gojo Satoru is currently the strongest in the magic world, capable of killing anyone, plus the twin brother's wish ability--"

"Wait, what?! Twin brother?!" Although I don't know the exact height of Gojo Satoru, but visually, Gojo Satoru is already taller than him, and Gojo Satoru is not as tall as his waist, so how could it be twins? !

But just now, the image of Gojo Satoru sticking to Gojo's childish face and showing off "We are brothers" with a smile came to mind again...

Yes, if they are just brothers, how could they have such similar faces?Only, only twins born on the same day, the same month, the same father, and the same mother are possible.

"But—" But they are so far behind!

Jia Ruozi said with no surprise: "Because Wutiaozhi is a curse spirit. Nine years ago, the wishing machine that was vying to snatch it had died, and what exists now is just a curse spirit cursed by Wutiaowu."

The black-haired senior said enviously: "If I curse him too, will he become my curse spirit? It's really convenient. After controlling the wishing machine, he will naturally become the 'strongest'!"

Fear is real, and so is jealousy.Gojo Satoru did what everyone wanted to do but couldn't.How unrestrained and arrogant Gojo Satoru is, how envious and jealous the conjurers living under fear are, wishing they could replace him!

"Oh!"

The violent impact of the fist and the face made the moving vehicle start to shake.

"Xia, classmates Xia You!" The assistant supervisor who stepped on the brakes in order to avoid a traffic accident tried to persuade the fight, but the tall and burly teenager had already released the spell.

It is a very stupid behavior for a four-year student who has not received professional physical training and has taken a three-year physical education course to fight from fist to hand, so——

Xia Youjie, who has just come into contact with the world of magic arts, is not very clear about the strength between himself and other students, so he can only release all his magic spirits in one go. The little magic spirits of the fourth level are not good, and the magic spirits of the third level are not good. Yong was also eliminated as cannon fodder, so his spell spirits were carefully selected "elites".

The large number of curse spirits broke the car at once, and the obedient curse spirits circled around him obediently, but the average second-level or even first-level curse spirit group still made the students look ugly in fright.

With one tooth knocked out and blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, the distressed senior stammered to embolden himself: "You, you...fighting is a violation of school rules, do you know that!"

"Oh, monkey!"