Chapter 35: You Can Tell This Guy is Insanely Strong Just By His Stance
"What... do you take the Blood Angels for?"
"This is bad, extremely bad."
Narifang Ota looked at the student in the baseball cap who had merely stood up, and he immediately felt a terrifying pressure, as if an entire mountain was crushing down on him.
He couldn't move, sweating profusely, with large drops of sweat streaming down his cheeks, his expression utterly shattered.
Save me. He just wanted to earn some extra money.
'Why did I run into a guy who is obviously ridiculously strong just by looking at his stance?'
Narifang Ota's biggest mistake was targeting money he shouldn't have. He might earn the money, but he wouldn't live to spend it.
Hikigaya Hachiman's speed in eliminating Curses was so fast that by the time the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association's reinforcements arrived, the Curses were already destroyed.
This resulted in the fact that this powerful yet low-key [Emperor's Proxy] was only known to the higher-ups of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association and a few people who had witnessed him in action.
Due to his extreme low profile and his somewhat misleading appearance as an ordinary student,
Narifang Ota did not possess the kind of top-tier spiritual vision that someone like Yotsuya Miko has. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even dared to step onto the stage, instead fleeing immediately.
How could he casually tap a drum and consider it the completed CG music for the Blood Angels? Such an act was courting disaster.
Initially, Narifang Ota thought those seven people were all the judges, but having one extra unknown judge didn't matter.
Seven against one, the advantage was clearly his.
However, he hadn't expected this incredibly young man to possess the ability to completely overturn the perfect scenario he had painstakingly created.
The moment the young man in the baseball cap said "Zero points," a gale swept the entire venue. The sheer impact of the Cursed Energy burst completely shattered Narifang Ota's technique.
The most terrifying thing was that as the Cursed Energy storm swept through, it affected the judges and the staff simultaneously.
Under such a brutal crush, their expressions instantly froze, and their eyes simultaneously lost their original color.
They rolled their eyes, and the first person fell down with a thud.
What followed was a domino effect, as all these ordinary people successively collapsed, falling heavily to the ground with a dull sound.
Clearly, they had all lost consciousness under Hikigaya Hachiman's immense pressure.
The cameras above instantly overloaded and exploded, and visible cracks even appeared on the surrounding sound-dampening panels.
This was a complete clear-out.
Hikigaya Hachiman was truly angry.
He agreed to sell the first sub-licence for the Blood Angels because he wanted the name of the Blood Angels to spread worldwide through various capital operations.
But this person not only ruined the selection meeting but ended it with such a farcical performance.
This perfunctory attitude was an insult to the Blood Angels Legion and had thoroughly enraged Hikigaya Hachiman.
In Narifang Ota's vision, the surge of materialized malice intensified, transforming into a huge, blood-red cyclops, like a falling drop of blood, staring intensely at him with a scarlet vertical pupil.
It was bone-chilling.
His fear intensified, but amidst the swirling, bottomless abyss of oppression, Narifang Ota still couldn't release an iota of it.
His psychological defenses were completely crushed, and his legs gave out, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
"I'm going to die."
He frantically pulled out a porcelain-like object from his clothes and, without hesitation, violently smashed it on the floor.
Immediately, a black mist continually seeped out from the shattered porcelain fragments. Soon, an orange flame began to burn fiercely in the darkness.
A hideous figure emerged from the raging flames: a black bull breathing fire.
Based on the thick Cursed Energy radiating from it, this was a Grade 1 Curse.
Geto Suguru was quite good to his subordinates and "family," even providing a Grade 1 Curse for non-combatants to protect themselves.
"Kill him!"
Narifang Ota was forced to use his life-saving item.
"Moo!!!"
The bull immediately charged toward Hikigaya Hachiman like an enraged beast, fire blazing. Its massive body and charging momentum were like a heavy tank. As it rushed forward, the Cursed Energy flames on its body even ignited all flammable materials around.
But even after summoning a Grade 1 Curse, Narifang Ota still felt absolutely no sense of security.
He scrambled frantically, crawling toward the exit.
However, a subconscious glance back at the scene made him forget to breathe.
As expected, the bull, relying on its incredible speed and bulk, slammed into Hikigaya Hachiman like a savage beast.
But the anticipated sight of the young man being flung away never happened. Instead, the bull slammed into what seemed like an impossibly hard, transparent wall with a solid thud.
The moment the two met, the Curse was momentarily stunned, its hind legs lifting into the air.
But the wall was invisible,
so the scene Narifang Ota witnessed made it look like Hikigaya Hachiman, with one hand, had effortlessly withstood the charge of a Grade 1 Curse with pure physical strength.
"What kind of Hercules is this?!"
But immediately, something even more devastating happened to Narifang Ota. The instant the bull was stunned, eight sharp, blood-red greatswords materialized in the surrounding space.
Hikigaya Hachiman's raised right hand simply made a light, grasping motion.
A chilling whoosh-whoosh-whoosh sound instantly reached his ears.
The blood-red blades completely stained the surroundings. The massive body of the Grade 1 Curse was utterly pierced by these blood-red greatswords, emitting a piercing shriek.
One of the blood-red greatswords even plunged directly into the bull's skull. As the blood-red sword flash passed, the massive bull's head was separated from its body.
The sight of the Curse's wide-eyed, defiant head dropping to the floor was quite shocking—it was an instant kill.
"Shit!"
This is too ridiculous!
Even their Lord Geto could not have been this terrifying at this age.
Realizing this, Narifang Ota wished his parents had given him a few more legs at birth.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.
A flash of blood-red light swept across. Several sharp pains erupted from his chest and body. In an instant, he looked like he had been hit by a heavy-caliber sniper rifle, completely battered and broken.
"A person must be responsible for their words and actions."
Hikigaya Hachiman spoke in an ice-cold tone, ignoring the screams of pain.
Hikigaya Hachiman had merely sheathed his fangs in modern society; he hadn't lost them.
This man had utterly crossed his line. Anything that touches the untouchable core in his heart must be destroyed, regardless of who the person is.
However, Hikigaya Hachiman thought it would be a shame to simply kill material that had been delivered right to his doorstep.
The [Nightmare Whisper] can find a person's most unwilling memory.
Could a variant of it be used to read memories? This seemed very much worth trying.
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Meanwhile, Togawa Sakiko, who had once again been taught a harsh lesson by society, looked incredibly miserable, her eyes red from crying.
She was walking alone in the hallway, trying to leave this painful place.
But Togawa Sakiko despairingly realized she was lost. Her eyes were red from crying, and she hadn't realized she had wandered into an unfamiliar area.
"Saki-chan?"
Hearing the voice, Togawa Sakiko instinctively turned around and was surprised to see a beautiful girl with short blonde hair.
Togawa Sakiko immediately recognized her. It was her best friend whom she hadn't seen in nearly a year—Misumi Uika. She exclaimed in surprise,
"Uika!"
But Togawa Sakiko also noticed something strange: why was Misumi Uika, a hugely popular idol whose career should be booming, holding a large cardboard box filled with personal belongings, looking as if she had been thrown out?
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