Curselove Manual

The main text is over, let's wait for the extra chapter. It's been a bit long and I've forgotten what I thought before~ Overhaul, the original outline skipped a lot as I wrote it. Fujiwara Aya, a French beauty and a mix of Japanese, grew up as an experimental subject. In the life-and-death experiment, she obtained the evolution of magic, and understood the magic eye of direct death. She has a pure and indifferent personality, is warlike, and likes new things. -------------------------- Dust, blood, whispers of cursed spirits. Thick fear almost tore the trembling man apart: "Why, how could it be a first-level curse spirit!" His body was thrown out by the cursed spirit like a rag bag, only to be caught back and played with like a cat and a mouse. The curse spirit finally began to grow tired, and its cruel and strange eyes looked down at the bruised and twisted man on the ground. The man clutched the knife in his hand tightly, his teeth kept chattering as he looked at the bloody mouth of the curse spirit slowly approaching, and despair surged into his heart. Who comes, who comes to save me! No matter who it is! God, the devil! Help me! Under the fear of death, he even had hallucinations that were close to suffocation, and his throat spasmed to the point where he could not make a sound. "It's a first-level curse spirit." A cold and magnetic voice sounded faintly. The curse spirit suddenly neighed and wanted to turn back as if it sensed great danger. It was a bright blade of light that cut open the Curse Spirit's head from top to bottom. The Curse Spirit's entire body dissolved like butter meeting a hot knife. The man in a black shirt landed lightly on the ground, barely splashing any dust: "There is another person here." "A perfect battle." A man in a suit walked out next to him, looking at the tall figure with a gentle smile: "I will ask someone to take this gentleman out." But the man sitting on the ground stared at the figure in front of him, so calm, so indifferent, but so powerful that it was heartbreaking. He said hastily and excitedly: "Excuse me, please, can you tell me your name, so that I can repay you, let me, let me repay you." The man in the black shirt walked inside without listening. "Please tell me your name, I, I want to follow you." The man staggered up from the ground, as if he couldn't feel the pain on his body, his only obsession was to catch up. The man in a suit standing next to him stopped the man who was getting up with interest. His gray eyes had the danger of a cold-blooded animal: "My young master doesn't like waste." The eyes of the second-level conjurer boiled with murderous intent and jealousy. Why should this weak man stay next to my god? "Fujiwara Aya." The man in a suit said with a smile: "Young Master Fujiwara, the Fujiwara family will be recruiting people recently, you can try it." -------- My Lord has the most perfect character and ability in the world. He is my god and the high-hanging moon. I am willing to live and die for Him. If my Lord says the sun rises from the west, then it rises from the west. ——From an unknown fanatic follower cp: Teacher Gojo Purpose: Reform must have absolute power