Mr. Gojo Has No Lower Limit

You are one of the many puppies bred by the Curse Master. They all say that you might be the weapon that kills the most powerful conjurer. When you were ten years old, you followed the example of others, raised three fingers above your head, and solemnly swore to the man in cassock at the top: "I am willing to be Lord Xiayou's sharp sword and swear allegiance to you to the death." The man was amused by your stiff movements, and his fox-like narrow eyes flashed with a cunning light: "Is this the "container" you found? I think it would be more convenient to make this crispy little monkey with low spell power into a spell tool." You suddenly started sweating profusely and swore that you would leave this damn world of magic when you grew up. Your reputation for being flaky has become a running joke in the curse world. You originally wanted to be a transparent person and play support, but unfortunately you fell into the hands of the strongest person, and with it came a big pot. That man single-handedly reversed your fate of death. He lifted you up in the air with one hand, opened his eyes as bright as sapphires, and said word by word: "Be prepared. If you can't control your abilities, I will change my mind at any time." You swallowed and forced a smile: "I understand, Mr. Gojo." He rubbed your head with satisfaction, "Be good and call the teacher. Otherwise, I won't care about you if you are plotted by the rotten oranges." You were sweating profusely again and vowed to leave this damn world of magic when you grow up. Intention: Questioning is the strongest, understanding is the strongest, becoming stronger