Curse the Day

The dusk in Tokyo is torn apart by two kinds of violence. When the countdown to the explosion on the top of the Metropolitan Police Department lit up with scarlet numbers, the tent at the Shibuya subway entrance was being torn open by a super-grade curse spirit. Matsuda Jinpei held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and unscrewed the seventh screw on the roof of the Ferris wheel. Suddenly, he heard a sticky gnawing sound coming from the outer wall of the glass - on the steel frame that should have been empty, three curse spirits were using their fangs to crush his reflection in the sunset. "A police officer's belief is worth three minutes?" Gojo Satoru's sunglasses reflected the red light of the stopwatch that was about to return to zero, and the unlimited magic spells on his fingertips formed a vortex. This is the first fragment of the centuries-old balance between the world of magic and the real world that has collapsed. When Xia Youjie's cursed spirit rainbow dragon caught the curly-haired police officer who fell from the blast From the police academy lockers filled with unsolved cases to the Su Nuo finger sealed in the high school's taboo library, five police officers who were destined to be engraved with the stamp of "died in the line of duty" clashed with two magicians who shouldered the "strongest" shackles in a bloody mist. When Zhu Fu Jingguang's sniper scope locked onto the throat of the politician who killed Huiyuan, when Xia Youjie's magic skills swallowed the dagger that was about to penetrate Datehang - the police badge smelling of gunpowder smoke and the black rope soaked in magic power, finally crushed the tent between life and death. "Justice should not be glass shards swallowed alone at four in the morning." Zhu Fu Jingguang pressed Xia Youjie's trembling hand on the blood-stained signature of the police academy declaration, and the curse of Noctua behind him resonated, "Let me teach you how to plant cherry blossoms in the abyss." "Redemption is not about writing an epitaph for rotten oranges with self-destruction." Gojo Satoru pulled open Matsuda Jinpei's blood-soaked explosion-proof suit, and his six eyes reflected the red light of the countdown beating on the opponent's chest. "The combination of the strongest spellcaster and the ace of the explosive team is much more exciting than Kikufu and whiskey." In this carnival where the inner and outer worlds fell together, the mobile team's walkie-talkie resonated with the spellcaster's chants, and the cracks in the explosion-proof shield and the stream of unlimited spells weaved into a spider web. Those unsent sunglasses and unopened cursed jade will eventually be forged in the purple-red flame cloud of the Shinjuku explosion into a sharp blade that tears through the eternal night - after all, when "just paranoia" collides with "the strongest autism", even the tent of hell will open a light-transmitting seam. Purpose: redemption