"Is this where the Cursed Spirits are unusually gathered?"
In a black sedan, Eiji and Shuji Zenin looked out at the campus shrouded in darkness.
"Yes, Young Master Eiji. According to the Window's observation, there are at least 30 low-level Cursed Spirits gathered inside, and the number is still increasing."
"Have you figured out the reason?"
It wasn't strange for Cursed Spirits to appear individually, but it was strange for a group of them to appear together.
You had to know that Cursed Spirits had compatibility issues with each other; if this many gathered at once, they would usually fight or devour each other.
"The reason is still under investigation."
"Is that so? Never mind, you guys take your time investigating. I'll go deal with the Cursed Spirits inside first."
With that, Eiji and Altoria got out of the car.
From a sedan behind them, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto followed.
Initially, the mission was assigned only to Eiji and Altoria.
However, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo, upon hearing that Eiji planned to test some new things during this Cursed Spirit Extermination mission, excitedly followed along.
After getting out of the cars, the group followed Eiji into the campus.
"Eiji, what's this new weapon you're planning to test?"
Satoru Gojo asked, full of curiosity.
Ever since they were children, Eiji had often brought out interesting things.
"It's these."
As his voice fell, Eiji's shadow surged.
Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, machine guns, rocket launchers...
"Are these the new products from the professors at the research institute?"
The moment Suguru Geto saw these items, he guessed their origin.
"That's right."
Finally, he'd taken everything out. The inside of his shadow was like an arsenal; only he knew how heavy it was.
Eiji was still using Reverse Cursed Technique.
Bending down, Eiji picked up two submachine guns and checked the magazines and the gun bodies.
"Eiji and Suguru, want to have a competition?"
"Compete in what?"
Eiji asked.
"To see who can exterminate more Cursed Spirits."
Satoru Gojo picked up two handguns and struck a cool pose.
"I won't participate. I plan to go inside and see if there are any Cursed Spirits worth subduing."
"Ah, how boring."
"I still need to collect data for the laboratory. You two can compete."
"No way, Eiji, you too..."
One second, Satoru Gojo was striking a cowboy pose, and the next, he was in a posture of dejected defeat.
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Outside the campus, Shuji Zenin had already set up the curtain.
The group also began their actions.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
A Grade 3 Cursed Spirit with a fish-like head, a lizard-like body, and eight human hands for feet crawled along the wall, relentlessly approaching Eiji.
Seeing this, Eiji didn't hesitate to open fire on the Cursed Spirit.
The bullets landed behind the Cursed Spirit, perfectly demonstrating the essence of "outlining" with gunfire.
Eiji frowned.
He replaced the magazine and switched to burst fire mode.
Eiji strode towards the Cursed Spirit.
If long-range wasn't working, he'd close the distance. He didn't believe he could miss even at point-blank range.
The lizard Cursed Spirit leaped off the wall and roared as it charged at Eiji.
30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters.
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat.
When the distance between them was less than 10 meters, Eiji decisively opened fire.
The bullets successfully entered the lizard Cursed Spirit's body this time.
The Cursed Spirit let out a pained cry, then began to move erratically, closing in on Eiji.
Eiji didn't care; a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit might not even be able to break his defenses now.
Another magazine emptied, and the lizard Cursed Spirit turned into Cursed Remnants and dissipated.
After firing two magazines, Eiji found his shooting rhythm and, still not satisfied, began searching for the next Cursed Spirit.
On the other side, Satoru Gojo, having taken off his sunglasses, was also having a blast.
"Showtime!"
Satoru Gojo charged into the midst of several Cursed Spirits, dual-wielding pistols.
He then stood on one leg, spinning continuously as bullets fired from various angles.
It looked like random shooting, but many bullets hit the Cursed Spirits, and his accuracy kept improving.
Both pistols ran dry, and the Cursed Spirits surrounding Satoru Gojo all vanished.
"This is pretty interesting. Hey, Suguru, wanna try...? Hey, you're cheating! Weren't you supposed to be catching Cursed Spirits?"
Satoru Gojo protested loudly.
Hearing this, Eiji turned his head and couldn't help but twitch his lips at Suguru Geto's appearance.
So, the one who looked the most honest was actually the one hiding the most.
Behind the two of them, Suguru Geto was wearing the sunglasses Satoru Gojo had just taken off.
He held a Gatling gun, the most powerful weapon, in his hand and had a rolled-up piece of grass from a roadside green belt in his mouth.
"You went to the trouble of rolling up grass... Suguru Geto, you were trying to imitate smoking a cigar, weren't you?"
Eiji couldn't help but tease.
"Satoru, it's the same if we beat the Cursed Spirits half to death with this before capturing them."
What you said makes so much sense, I have nothing to retort.
The next moment, a rain of bullets descended.
Da da da da da!
Watching the Cursed Spirits being cut in half one by one, Eiji silently recited the Gatling Bodhisattva Heart Sutra and then casually tossed a few grenades near the Cursed Spirits that were still alive despite being cut in two.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"The power has increased quite a bit."
Looking at the Cursed Spirits turning to dust in the explosions, Eiji marveled at the research institute's progress.
In fact, Mahoraga also played a role in this.
Because Cursed Spirits could repair themselves after being injured, it was difficult for the laboratory to quantify results when developing weapons against them. This was the reason for the slow progress in the early research of firearms against Cursed Spirits.
While it wasn't as reliant on luck as alchemists developing new materials in the lab, it was still quite challenging.
Later, one time when the institute ran out of Cursed Spirits, Eiji had a sudden idea to have Mahoraga test them before new ones were captured.
He then shared Mahoraga's feedback after being attacked with the old professors.
The old professors' eyes lit up at that moment.
Through continuous experimentation, the old professors looked at Mahoraga with completely changed expressions.
It was perfect; it was an absolutely perfect test subject!
Not only was it impervious to damage, but it could also provide detailed feedback on attacks.
That day, the old professors tested all the weapons developed by the institute on Mahoraga and, based on its feedback, cut down more than half of the original hundreds of research proposals.
Many hypotheses were directly proven wrong, eliminating the need for further testing, which undoubtedly greatly reduced the time required by the institute.
Eiji swore that if this research institute hadn't been funded by him, Eiji and Mahoraga would absolutely not have been able to walk out of the institute's doors.
"Roar!"
A roar echoed from the school building.
A fleshy mass covered in mouths emerged from the building.
"A Grade 2 Cursed Spirit. This one is worth capturing."
Suguru Geto, who was reloading the Gatling gun, finally saw a Cursed Spirit that interested him.
"Leave this one to me!"
However, before Suguru Geto could finish reloading, Satoru Gojo charged forward, carrying two rocket launchers.
Suguru Geto: "Wait."
Satoru Gojo, holding a rocket launcher in each hand, rushed in front of the Grade 2 Cursed Spirit and pulled the triggers.
The point-blank shot left no room for the rocket launcher to miss.
Boom! Boom!
Satoru Gojo instantly teleported a dozen meters away from the Cursed Spirit.
Then, he turned and struck a pose like a true man never looking back at an explosion.
Behind Satoru Gojo, the Cursed Spirit was engulfed in flames, turning to ash.
Suguru Geto: ???
Seriously, man? I only had my eyes on this one, and you just obliterated it?
Suguru Geto's fists clenched.
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