I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"So that's not a doll!?"

"This is [Curse Skeleton]. It is indeed a doll, but it has my curse power."

-His name is Cathy by the way.

"Alas!?"

Faced with the doll that hit him head-on like a cannonball, Hu Zhi quickly pulled the schoolbag behind him to block it.

boom!

But the moment they collided, the tiger stick felt the power of [Curse Skeleton].

Good weight! Is this really a doll? !

The doll's fist didn't seem to be big, but it was able to hit the knotweed so hard that it jumped up, and its face turned pale for a moment.

Noctua said: "People will confess their true feelings when they are in a desperate situation. Before I get a satisfactory answer, it will keep attacking."

Knotweed began to fight fiercely with the doll that was chasing him, and there was a crackling sound of fists hitting each other.

"It's not anyone else!"

boom!

The tiger stick kicked the cursed corpse away, and took the time to shout: "These are the last words of my relatives!"

But the kicked curse body bounced back on the wall, knocking the knotweed away at a faster speed.

With a clang, his back hit the wall hard, and the knotweed let out repeated screams of pain.

"The relatives are also other people." Noctua said calmly.

"Spellcasters are often accompanied by death. Not only their own death, but they also witness people being mutilated by the curse, and they also encounter times when the cursed body has to be torn apart."

"This business is not easy to do. It requires a certain degree of madness and motivation, but you are saying this because of others... which is really laughable. It is more convincing to say that it is to postpone the death penalty."

"What a joke! I-"

"You." Noctua interrupted mercilessly, "...when you were killed by a curse, did you also blame your grandfather like this?"

Hu Zhi's eyes suddenly widened, and his brows gradually rose.

"You quite like to talk in an annoying way."

Noctua pinched the Taoist priest-like beard on his chin, "Education is what makes people awaken."

Knotweed seemed to be briefly lost in thought.

"I'm not..."

But Cursed Bones would not stop attacking just because of his thoughts. The tiger stick received a solid blow on the cheek, flew backwards and rolled three times before turning over and jumping up.

"It's hard to imagine the state of mind of a dying person, but one thing I can say for sure is that there is no death without regrets for a curser."

"If you continue to absorb like this, one day you may resent and curse your beloved grandfather. Let me ask you again, why did you come to the Conjuration College?"

Facing the cursed bones that were flying in hot pursuit, Huzhang's eyes were sharp and he suddenly opened his arms.

.....

I have always been better than others in sports and fighting, but I have never thought that only I can do this.

Snapped!

Click!

Unloading the force with one palm, he pushed the powerful fist of the curse to the side. The tiger stick suddenly leaned forward and got into its arms, strangled the joints of the curse from the roots, controlled its ability to move, and hugged it tightly.

In his arms, he fell backward.

It wasn't until his back came into contact with the wall again that the knotweed suddenly breathed out, raised his head with firm eyes and said:

"Devouring Su Nuo, only I can do this. If I escape the death penalty and this mission, I can eat, bathe, and read comics every day. Occasionally when I feel down, I will think, 'Hey, maybe someone is here now. He died tragically because of Su Nuo."

"Am I going to tell myself that it has nothing to do with me and it's not my fault?"

"I do not want it!"

The knuckles of the knotweed turned white from the exertion, and it was firmly inserted into Curse's body.

"Although I don't know how I will die, I don't want to regret the way I live!"

Noctua, Wu Jiao and Cheng Rang all present raised the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Apparently they were all satisfied with Knotweed's answer.

"You're qualified."

"Huh?"

Sitting on the ground, Hu Zhi was stunned. The hand of Noctua in front of him had already stretched out in front of him.

"Welcome to the School of Conjuration."

Huzhang's expression instantly shone brightly, looking full of joy. Just as he stretched out his hand to hold it, the out-of-control curse in his arms slapped him hard and said "Please give me more advice" in his mouth. "The last two words came back to my stomach.

Bang...bang...bang...!

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts...it hurts!"

Noctua looked at the cursed corpse on the ground, which was being beaten hard on the tiger stick, and touched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Ah, sorry...I forgot to remove the spell."

...

"Satoru, take him to the dormitory, and then explain to him the various precautions."

"Okay~"

"Eh? Where's Brother Cheng?" Before leaving, Huzhang looked back at Cheng Rang, who was standing in the middle of the room with his pockets inserted.

"He didn't come in as a student, so let him have an interview with the principal about salary~"

Gojo took the lead to step out of the gate and turned around to greet Knotweed.

Cheng Rang also waved to the young man and said, "I'll go back to find you after I'm done. Hisuhito, please follow Teacher Gojo to the dormitory to put your luggage first."

"Oh, good."

Hu Guang left obediently, leaving only Cheng Rang and Principal Night Moth in the room.

.....

The man just stared at him with scorching eyes, as if he wanted to distort the air in the distance between them.

Cheng Rang slowly came to the cursed corpse that was motionless due to the removal of the spell, bent down to pick it up, patted the dust on it, and handed it over.

"What you do is very cute. I didn't expect that under such a rough appearance, principal, you also have such a delicate and soft heart."

"..."

"Don't talk... How can we negotiate the salary like this? Or do you want to give me the price?"

Cheng Rang smiled and placed the cursed skeleton at Noctua's feet, placing it with other dolls. He even rubbed it before getting up. It felt good.

Seeing that Noctua still didn't respond, Cheng Rang simply stretched out five fingers.

"I want this amount. It's best if the salary is paid daily, or once a week... Well, I'm short of money recently, can you make a little advance?"

Noctua stared at the numbers Cheng Rang compared and finally reacted.

"Show me your strength." Noctua's speech was straightforward.

"Treat the sick and save the lives? Oh...it's a pity that there are no injured people here." Cheng Rang looked around and spread his hands with a look of helplessness.

"That's not what I meant."

"..."

Cheng Rang's smile froze slightly and he scratched the back of his head.

"But I remember I told Teacher Gojo that I can't fight... and I don't have any ideas about fighting."

Noctua knew clearly that the man in front of him was lying.

[The total amount of spell power in him, I can responsibly say... is close to infinite. This man who claims that he has not graduated in spells may even be stronger than me - of course, only in the total amount of spell power. If you compare in terms of quantity. Exactly how strong it is, I can't tell. 】

These were the exact words Gojo Satoru told himself on the phone.

[Test his bottom line, but he must not go beyond the thunder pool. This guy cannot be drawn into the power of the Curse Master... Absolutely not. He doesn't seem to care about anything in this world. If we can use money to keep him with us, it is the simplest and most affordable way. 】

"Even as a school doctor, we already have a colleague of yours here. She can also use the reversal technique to treat the injured."

"We have a doctor, but she will basically stay in one place. We want to recruit a [field doctor] who can perform team logistics. If you can show your strength to my satisfaction..."

As Noctua said, he stretched out his hands to show the numbers.

"We can give you double your asking price."

"...Oh~"

Cheng Rang raised his brows, pinched his chin and laughed.

"Then I don't know...how can I satisfy you, the principal?"

Click——

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cursed corpses placed around Noctua began to click and move at the same time, surrounding Cheng Rang in an instant.

However, faced with being surrounded by at least twenty combat cursed skeletons, Cheng Rang, who had come to apply for the position of [school doctor], still smiled calmly with his pockets in his pockets.

Then, in Noctua's shocked eyes, he slowly opened his mouth and gave a time

.

"Three seconds."

"..." Noctua seemed to feel underestimated. He gritted his teeth and waved his arms.

"Then give it a try!"

In an instant, all the cursed corpses rushed toward Cheng Rang at extremely fast speeds, forming an encirclement!

Chapter 18 The Gap between “God” and “Human”

The battle is about to break out.

In order to draw out Cheng Rang's true strength based on Gojo Satoru's information, Noctua specially prepared twenty-six advanced cursed corpses, seventeen of which were self-disciplined models infused with cursed power in advance, with specializations in attack, control, and speed. All types are distributed.

Even a super-grade cursed spirit will be torn into pieces by the strangulation force formed by this cursed corpse. Noctua has no doubt about this.

This is not arrogance....

But the pride and confidence of being the principal of a college of conjuration and the "Master of Curse Skeleton Making" in the conjuring world!

However, now this man dares to give his "three seconds" in front of this kind of situation, which is so arrogant that he can't even see the sidelines? !

As a spellcaster with passion and education, Noctua felt that he had been slighted by him - an extreme slight, even... an insult.

Time seemed to be stretched and slowed down hundreds of times.

There are attack routes from the cursed bones in all directions, even above the head and under the feet.

The inner eye has clearly seen all its attack trajectories, and the attacks from behind are also clearly clear in my mind.

Although this level of siege may be a fatal threat to the top spell spirits in this world, for Cheng Rang...

Really, too weak.

He was so weak that even if Gojo Satoru, Noctua, and dozens of his cursed corpses launched relentless attacks against him, they could not compare to one ten thousandth of the intensity when he fought with the God of War Artho.

.......

Because, [God] and [Humanity]

After all, there is an essential difference.

In terms of strength, there is a gap that is as insurmountable as a natural chasm!

Cheng Rang's left hand was still in his pocket, and he only stretched out his right hand, tapping it with his thumb and middle finger.

With a snap, he snapped his fingers, and red dots of light flew out of Cheng Rang's hand.