Chapter 155: The curse is high, the progress is 1%...
"*[A Book Page]: Write something on it and it will become real. Number of times remaining (1/1)"
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The player holds the thin pages of the book in his hand and browses the text introduction.
Hey——
It says [Yokohama Limited] with a chance of dropping.
It is the reward for completing the [Battle of Yokohama] dungeon.
Probably a general item used to reduce the difficulty of the game.
I can't think of any place to use this...
'Wow'
A hand suddenly appeared in the field of vision, pressing down the pages of the book held by the player, making a crackling sound.
“…Oh, I found it.”
She heard the other party say this.
The player slowly raised his head, followed the arm of the person who came, and slowly looked forward.
Wow…
What caught the eye was the striking white hair. The round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slid down a little as he lowered his head, and a pair of bright eyes stared at the player.
He smiled and repeated to his companions behind him, "It seems we've found the new student Noctua wanted us to pick up."
"Jay?"
He asked the companion called 'Jie' in a questioning tone, but he kept staring at the player with his gorgeous blue eyes, his face showing interest in the player.
...and the distance is getting closer and closer.
There seemed to be no concept of "distance" at all, and the tips of their noses were so close that they were almost touching.
"Hmm..." He made a long, vague sound from his throat, looking at the player with his head tilted, somewhat seriously and frivolously.
ah.
If I don't close my eyes now, I'm afraid I'll be pricked by the other person's white eyelashes.
The player tilted his head in the opposite direction, also with his eyes wide open, looking right at him.
Are you playing some kind of staring game?
"Wu, don't get so close, you'll scare her." A clear male voice initially disapproved of his friend's actions, and then the source of the voice gradually approached.
The boy with a bun hairstyle and also wearing a high-collared uniform smiled friendly at the players.
"What's the big deal? Besides..." The person who had come too close made room so the other person could fully see the player he was obscuring. "How can this person be frightened?"
"Please be a little gentler towards the younger generation." The more composed of the two gave the player a vaguely apologetic expression. "Sorry, we may seem unreliable, but please trust that we have no ill intentions."
Actually, it doesn't matter if he's a villain, the player thought sincerely.
"That makes it even more suspicious, doesn't it?" The loudly questioning person quickly turned around with great interest, giving the player a bright, slightly 'watching the show' smile. "Since you're a freshman, why don't you call me Gojo-senpai first?"
The player repeated: "Senior?"
Based on the background setting introduced in the introduction and the other party's attitude, the person in front of me should be... a senior among exorcists?
“…” What’s strange is that after the player said this, he stopped talking.
The player can see the white eyelashes slowly blinking, and the other party's unforgettable pupil color also disappears after the eyes are bent. His hand lightly presses on the player's head, and he praises with a smile: "Good boy, good boy~"
Xia Yujie's gaze paused on the hair that had been ruffled and raised by someone, then looked away: "Did Mr. Ye Mo tell you about the situation at the technical college in advance?"
Gojo Satoru suddenly approached, his reaction exaggerated: "No way!? Then you should know something about the concepts of sorcerers and cursed spirits, right?"
Shake your head.
"Why would Yemo recruit people who know nothing?" Gojo Satoru complained. It was hard to tell if his gesture was flirtatious or friendly. He poked the player's face repeatedly with his hand and asked with a smile, "What isolated country town did you grow up in?"
Uh... it seems like he has the personality of a very difficult young master.
This is definitely the type that most people would choose to stay away from in reality.
——It’s just right in the game.
"It's okay. As a senior, I will teach you carefully from now on." Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly stopped, and then he raised his head in confusion, "--Hmm?"
He raised his hand to push up his sunglasses, looking precisely into the dark, empty space. Geto Suguru took a step forward in tacit understanding, blocking the other side of the player.
The two's unusual attitude was soon confirmed.
The players looked at the people appearing from all directions on the street in surprise. Xia Yujie said calmly, "It's the Curse Master."
A quick glance revealed that there were at least a dozen people, seemingly surrounding them.
Gojo Satoru's smile deepened, and he laughed without a sense of danger. "Let's start by dealing with the small fry who bumped into us first. Let's stretch our muscles."
After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, all the cursers had serious expressions on their faces, raising various objects that looked like weapons in their hands, making offensive gestures, and rushing towards the direction of the players and Gojo Satoru.
"This is the first practical lesson in combat from the seniors. Watch carefully without blinking."
The weight on his shoulders disappeared, and as the cold light approached the player in front of him, his waist was tightly grasped by the arms beside him. The next second, his whole body flew backwards like Gojo Satoru's pendant.
He jumped onto the roof of a street shop and landed smoothly.
Where they had been standing, a shallow pit with white eyes appeared.
"Hey... I say, at least learn to be a little more considerate. Can't you see you're happily chatting with your cute junior?"
From the side, one could see behind the sunglasses, in contrast to Gojo Satoru's gradually sinking voice, his eyes sparkling with an arrogant look eager to try.
"It's okay, don't be so nervous. I'll let you go if you pay a small price."
"That is..."
In the blink of an eye, only Gojo Satoru's unclear afterimage was left on the spot. He instantly rushed towards the curse master in the distance, laughing wildly and wantonly.
“—Go to hell!”
He dodged and dealt with the nearest curse master, then faced the dozens of people in front of him alone, raising his hands and taking action.
The air around the raised index finger was slightly distorted, and the moment his lip shape became clear, thunderous explosions exploded continuously.
The sound of the wind caused by the airflow suddenly overwhelmed all other sounds. Whether it was the sound of weapons resisting or the voices of people screaming in pain, they were all disappeared by this blow.
The player wanted to see what was happening, but suddenly everything went dark before his eyes.
A palm that can faintly feel the other person's body temperature is covering the player's eyes, and when he blinks, his eyelashes can sweep across the palm of his hand.
The player turned her head to the side and met Geto Suguru's narrow eyes, which were staring at her with a smile. "Nothing to see."
He placed his hands lightly on the player's shoulders and, with gentle force, guided her to turn around and face the other direction. "Someone will take care of the aftermath."
"Let's go first. It's time to report to the Polytechnic Institute." He smiled and asked the player's opinion, "Hmm?"
The player was a beat behind and nodded slowly.
"……oh."
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