[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

(This is a personal setting. I haven't watched the anime, but it won't affect the reading of this article.)

(All characters are adults! All the characters in the first and second chapters are in college! The main storyline of the whole text runs through all the chapters, and it is not recommended to skip chapters.)

Huailiang looked down at his outstretched hands.

Her ten fingers are slender and white, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and even the fingertips are faintly pink.

It is not the same size as before, there are no calluses or scars.

Fine drizzles fell from the night sky, and the bumpy roads were filled with dirty puddles that glowed with colorful light, reflecting all kinds of colorful, flashing neon signs.

The girl with gaudy makeup leaned against the dim and old street lights, and the bloated middle-aged men were like ants, shuttling back and forth in the dilapidated "nests" everywhere.

Huailiang has excellent five senses as a guide. With just one glance, he quickly determined that this is a gray area on the edge of human society.

She had clearly never seen the words on the signboard, nor had she ever heard the prostitutes' flirting to attract customers, but she could understand their meaning.

——Good news, she survived the war in which pollutants invaded the capital.

——Bad news, she traveled to a completely unfamiliar world.

The alley she was in at the moment was particularly remote and dark, with no one living there, not even a single street lamp.

The Baipi Dragon Scale Dagger he usually used was hidden in his sleeve. Apart from that, no currency or identification items were found on his body.

Cursing under her breath, she turned and walked towards the left corner towards the light source.

“Ah…ah, it hurts…”

"Don't... move... it hurts..."

A strange, reptilian-like creature of gigantic size was half hanging outside the dilapidated cement tile roof.

Densely packed legs were constantly twisting in its belly, and there were raised pustules on its back.

As if it sensed the human gaze, with a continuous "puff" sound, eyes opened from the pustules, and fishy and sticky saliva continued to flow out of its wide-open mouth.

Huai Liang sighed. It was such an ugly thing that if you looked at it for one more second it would cause mental pollution.

He slowly raised his right hand towards the monster, with his index finger slightly bent, but nothing happened.

Even the most effective mental attack disappeared. In fact, she had just tried to sense it and her spiritual body was still asleep.

“It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much…”

The rustling sound of insects crawling like a tide was heard, and the monster opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the target with a strong fishy smell.

With a slight shake of his wrist, a black dagger appeared in Huailiang's palm, the narrow blade emitting a faint blue light.

Most of the guides were only responsible for providing post-war spiritual counseling to the sentinels and relieving their violent tempers.

Only a very small number of highly gifted guides can use their powerful mental power to control the rhythm of the battlefield and even control the behavior of the sentinels.

Her ability to soothe the mind is very rough, but on the contrary, she has extremely strong mental control ability.

As well as, greater physical strength and fitness than most frail guides.

Without thinking, she pushed off with her feet and easily jumped onto the roof which was more than three meters high, like a gust of wind blowing across the sky towards the monster's head.

The wails were accompanied by the gushing of mucus from the crack in her head. She quickly retreated, and her collar was inevitably stained with a few drops of smelly liquid.

"We're late."

With his hands loosely inserted into the wide trouser pockets of his high school uniform, Geto Xiayou looked at the rooftop in the distance. The huge corpse of the cursed spirit collapsed behind the girl.

The silver-haired boy rested his hands behind his head comfortably, with a lollipop in his mouth: "White."

Huai Liang's dark blue knee-length skirt was soaked by the rain, leaving dark water stains on it, and a strand of black hair stuck to the side of her cheek.

The doubt in his eyes turned into a stagnation, and Xia Youjie lowered his voice: "If 'white' refers to underwear, I will re-evaluate how much of a scumbag you are, Wu."

After a few leaps and bounds, Gojo Satoru silently jumped onto the dilapidated rooftop across the street and waved his hand: "Hey! This——"

His eyes met those gray eyes that were as inorganic as glass beads and radiated coldness.

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then grinned and spoke with a happy expression, "A very neat technique... Eh, there's not even a trace of cursed energy left?"

The rain mixed with the monster's mucus emitted an unpleasant fishy smell. Huai Liang looked up at the smiling white-haired boy opposite him and quickly determined that the other party was a show-off.

Who would wear sunglasses when going out at night?

The fine rain did not wet his clothes. The rain was blocked 1 cm away from his body, as if there was an invisible substance separating him from the rain.

Whether it was the unfamiliar terms such as "curse power" and "technique", or the calm attitude shown by the other party -

Huai Liang soon realized that the first person he met in the other world seemed to be a character that was not easy to mess with.

However, she still planned to obtain some information about this place from the other party.

She casually pushed back her long hair that was wet from the rain, revealing her smooth forehead. "Do you have an umbrella?"

Xia Youjie, who had come to the roof at some point, snapped his fingers, and a cold breath passed by her side.

After the air twisted for a moment, a huge pink mushroom-headed monster slowly condensed, and its extended umbrella cover blocked the fine rain.

The ability to control monsters?

Huai Liang silently gave up the idea of ​​questioning with force and decided to keep his troops in place and disguise his identity as a local as much as possible before figuring out the power system of this world.

"Ah, what kind of curse is this? Jie, why haven't I seen you use it before?"

Gojo Satoru pushed down the sunglasses on his nose, revealing eyes as gorgeous as sapphires.

"If you keep calling me, come out and shield yourself from the rain. Your bangs are sticking to your face like a piece of seaweed."

Veins popped out on Xia Youjie's forehead, and his originally deep voice became louder: "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

Gojo Satoru turned his gaze back to her: "Well, I'm Gojo Satoru from Tokyo High School, a genius with six eyes and unlimited celestial arts style."

"The guy next to you is Geto Suguru. His technique can control cursed spirits... We are the strongest, so how about going back to the high school with us?"

Xia Youjie was troubled by his friend's nonsense behavior: "Hey, please don't pick up people randomly."

Going to school? Huailiang had no interest in that.

After she awakened her spiritual power at the age of twelve, she was taken from the orphanage to the royal capital to live and study in the White Tower.

Due to the scarcity of guides, he was assigned to the Legion three years later to cooperate with different sentinels. For ten years, he had been strangling the pollutants that were constantly eroding the territory of the empire.

Judging from the behavior of these two people, the so-called "technical college" they are in is most likely also training "warriors" to hunt down the monsters she just saw.

Although I still don’t understand why I traveled through time, I don’t want to waste this new life.

She didn't want to escape from the tiger's den and fall into the wolf's den.

————Everyone is an adult!!! Everyone is an adult!!! University!!! University!!! ——————