Chapter 166: Finger +1 for high-level curse
Arriving before the high-level summons is the player's sorcerer rating task.
"*【Level 4 Spellcaster Rating】: Overall Difficulty E-
Pass rate: 240% (easy as pie for you)
Mission Reward: You will have the basic rights of a sorcerer, and you will receive an additional 15% of the basic reward for exorcising cursed spirits..."
"Rating tasks can only be completed individually. You can seek help from auxiliary supervisors during the period, but it will be regarded as voluntarily giving up the rating." The unfamiliar guiding NPC explained to the players in a serious manner.
He raised his hand to show the players the weapons laid out before him. "A handy spell tool will better assist you in battle. Please feel free to choose from the spell tools here, or bring your own."
"Higher quality spell tools are only available in the high schools, the three great families' spell tool warehouses, and on the black market."
Fushimi Kyoji also saw the shadow of a firearm among a pile of daggers and short knives. It felt much heavier in her hand than her M92F.
"What happens if I fail the rating?" The player asked curiously as he walked into the 'tent' that had been set up by the assistant supervisor.
He had a formulaic smile on his face: "You can take the rating again next month."
"Oh!" The player knew it was like this.
After checking the glasses and weapons, and confirming that they are correct, the player enters the tent.
Special glasses allow players to clearly see the traces of cursed energy left by flies on the ground and in buildings.
The filth caused by using spells will be more obvious, but it is obviously not the opponent that current players will encounter.
The player found her target: a level 4 cursed spirit about the same size as the fly's head that Gojo Satoru had used for training, wandering aimlessly in the building.
The rough assessment of the pass rate is mostly consistent with the facts.
The player took care of the tiny creature with almost no effort.
——If you don’t look at the empty bullet shells on the ground.
One reason is that the gun is not in hand properly, but it is also undeniable that once the target is moving quickly, the player's accuracy will drop sharply.
Fushimi Kyo had already counted the number of bullets used while walking out of the gradually receding 'tent'.
There were familiar tall figures standing on both sides of the assistant supervisor who was waiting for the player. The one who was hugging the sweaty assistant supervisor affectionately and asking questions was the first to notice the player coming out and waved to her.
"Gojo-senpai... and Geto-senpai?" The player turned around and greeted, then looked puzzled. "Eh, didn't they say that only one person is allowed in the test..."
"As long as you complete the exorcism mission independently, you will be considered to have passed the rating. Waiting outside the tent will not violate the rules." As Geto Suguru said this, he rescued the auxiliary supervisor from Gojo Satoru. In fact, he didn't need to do so. After seeing the player, Gojo Satoru naturally let go of the poor auxiliary supervisor.
"Wow! Stop talking, it's just boring!" Gojo Satoru exaggerated his resistance, then leaned over slightly, bringing his smiling face closer. "Let's see something interesting."
"Clang, clang!" He swung his hand and displayed a paper document in front of the player.
The player took the document from him and read aloud: "First-year student Fushimi Kyoki...application for promotion to fourth-level sorcerer?"
It happened so quickly... The player recalled blankly, she had just exorcised the fly head, right?
Gojo Satoru shook his index finger: "I handed it in in advance."
As expected, the player found Gojo Satoru's name on the signature.
"Eh..." The player blinked slowly, covering the lower half of his face with the document, leaving only his eyes exposed. "Could it be that Senior Wu thinks I can pass this test?"
The rating assessment for promotion to a fourth-level sorcerer is not difficult, but considering the player's personal experience with Gojo Satoru's self-centered personality, and now being favored by someone who is suspected to be Gojo Satoru, it feels particularly unreal.
"Of course—" He deliberately dragged out his voice, then suddenly changed his tone, "No."
"Really? Being treated like a mistress must be something you're happy about. I even changed my name to my given name. Since I used honorifics, I'll forgive your disrespect."
He smiled mysteriously and took out another application report from behind his back that was similar to the one in the player's hand and was also written by him.
The only difference is that the content has become a letter of recommendation recommending players to become auxiliary supervisors.
...It turns out that there are corresponding explanations for whether players pass or not.
"Well, if you don't pass, I'll submit this letter of recommendation and let you become my assistant supervisor."
As expected, the young master is still speaking to the self-centered person... Listening to Gojo Satoru's cheerful laughter, the player thought silently.
Geto Suguru seemed unaware of Gojo Satoru's actions. After a brief pause, he smiled and said, "Even though Ichichi was assisting in the supervision."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand nonchalantly, "Then let Ichichi be Geu's exclusive assistant supervisor."
"...If Ijichi knew that he was disliked by his senior, he would be sad." Suguru Geto had an inexplicable expression.
"How could that be?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "With a senior like Jie, I believe Ijichi's hurt heart will be comforted."
"By the way, the old man in the senior management wants to give this thing to you..." Gojo Satoru put his upper body into the window of the car that brought him and Geto Suguru, and rummaged through the back seat. After he stood up again, he had a box of dessert in his hand and threw a particularly familiar brown object towards the player.
The player caught it, and the feel of it under his hand easily identified what it was: "Ryomen Sukuna's fingers?"
"Ah... Here, try this." Gojo Satoru replied perfunctorily, not even signaling the player and Geto Suguru to take the dessert in his hand. "Who knows what they are planning, just take it for now."
The player said "Oh" and didn't pay much attention to it.
Looking down, there were only a few Daifuku left.
look up.
The guy with the suspicious powder on the corner of his mouth urged the player: "If you don't eat it now, there will be none left~"
It's a total sugar head.
Geto Suguru absentmindedly picked up a matcha-flavored Daifuku. "Until we understand the true intentions of the higher-ups, for safety's sake, Fushimi should avoid being alone or acting alone."
Listening to the seemingly overprotective remarks, the player followed him and picked up the matcha daifuku dipped in coconut powder: "Okay."
"What? It's true that your idiot junior is weak, but this defensive posture is also strange." Gojo Satoru couldn't stand Geto Suguru's worried tone and quickly ate the remaining Daifuku. He wiped the crumbs off his hands and stared at the matcha Daifuku in the player's hand with his blue eyes behind his sunglasses. "Seniors who are too controlling will be disliked!"
Players will find that when they move their hand to the left, Gojo Satoru's gaze will turn, and when they move their hand to the right, the blue eyes will look straight in the same direction.
Geto Xia Yu wordlessly put the untouched Daifuku back in his hand. Gojo Satoru didn't refuse, but when the player also said that he could have it, he reluctantly explained, "Seeing that you two chose matcha, I'm a little curious about the taste."
Chew.
"Nothing special!"
The player reached up to his mouth and said, "Give it back to me."
Obviously, Gojo Satoru ignored the shouting of "There's a scary baby-faced sadist here."
Gojo Satoru couldn't wait to get back to the car to enjoy the air conditioning. Geto Suguru, who was left behind along with the other players, smiled helplessly: "Maybe he'll feel a little troubled? That's just Satoru's personality."
He paused for a moment, his tone delicate: "...Whether others also like certain things is not within his consideration."
Is this to comfort the players for having their desserts stolen?
"It's not a big deal right now," the player shook his head. "Besides, I don't really have a preference for matcha. In fact, I'm a sweet fan, just like Senior Wu."
"...It seems like you and Satoru are surprisingly compatible."
Geto Xia Yu nodded in understanding, his gaze, unfeeling the slightest weight, fixed on the player's face before silently moving away: "That's good."
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