Cursed Technique Reversal (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes Reaching 1,000 for the First Time)

Monday, 2:30 p.m., 12 Tussock Street.

Morien sat on the sofa, studying his own "Cursed Technique Reversal."

Ever since Qiu Si had developed "Reverse Cursed Technique," Morien had been curious about what his own "Cursed Technique Reversal" was.

The two sounded very similar, but they were actually completely different.

"Reverse Cursed Technique" was the major prerequisite for "Cursed Technique Reversal." To learn "Cursed Technique Reversal," one first had to comprehend "Reverse Cursed Technique."

Using a technique meant mobilizing Cursed Energy, which was negative energy, and operating the technique normally.

"Cursed Technique Reversal," on the other hand, used the "positive energy" produced by "Reverse Cursed Technique" to power the technique and make it operate in reverse.

It sounded rather convoluted.

To sum it up:

"Cursed Technique Reversal" could make a Jujutsu Sorcerer's technique produce the opposite effect from its original one.

For example, Morien's ability was voice transmission, so after reversing his technique, it should have become mind reading.

Morien had already tested that point on some kindhearted gang member he had casually found.

It really was mind reading.

Morien called it "Mind Reading."

However, unlike Resonance Curse Technique's distance-ignoring voice transmission, Mind Reading after Cursed Technique Reversal only worked through physical contact.

Morien felt it was a little underwhelming.

Although, like Resonance Curse Technique, this ability could take effect regardless of the target's strength.

But if someone was stronger than him, there was no point even if he managed to touch them.

If they had malicious intentions, they could just plant him in the ground like a ginseng root with a backhanded move.

Setting those thoughts aside, Morien began trying to pressure his offspring.

He held the phone he had brought with him when he transmigrated in one hand and the charging case containing his earbuds in the other, waving them around in front of Qiu Si.

"I'm telling you, Qiu Si, you really need to work harder," Morien said earnestly. "In another half month, you'll be a month old. At your age, you should be striving your hardest."

"You know? You have less than six thousand five hundred days left until the college entrance exams. You should be building up more knowledge."

"Come on, try inventing a power bank for me first," Morien said.

Qiu Si enthusiastically flapped her wings and began racking her brains.

But although she was literally a "top-tier bookworm" and had read quite a few books, all of them were related to mysticism. Not a single one involved modern science.

After thinking carefully, she said to Morien through the Swarm Network:

"Alright, I will now answer your question in the simplest, most direct, least roundabout way possible."

"We can design a ritual magic directed toward the Lord of Storms..."

No, why had she turned into Doubao?

"Stop, stop, cut it out. Don't evolve in some weird direction," Morien hurriedly interrupted Qiu Si.

He did not want his offspring to evolve into an AI robot in the future.

Morien began wondering whether he had accidentally included something dirty when he used to send information streams and data packets to Qiu Si, contaminating the Swarm Network's database.

He began teaching Qiu Si, telling her not to act like an AI all day long.

Qiu Si waved her antennae to show that she understood.

"Ha ha, alright, I'll now chat with you in the most human way possible..."

"..." Morien looked at her. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"..." Qiu Si moved her antennae again. "Qiu Si doesn't know."

Apparently, he had assigned her too few tasks.

This time, he really had to give her a proper load of homework.

He would start by having her write one kilogram of test papers every day, just to test the waters.

Just as Morien decided to ruthlessly assign Qiu Si homework, crimson light descended. Deep crimson suddenly spread before his eyes.

Klein was trying to pull him Above the Gray Fog.

"Hm? So early?" He glanced at the wall clock in confusion and confirmed that there were still more than ten minutes before the Tarot Club meeting.

However, he quickly realized that Klein intended to pull him up early and give him some advance information.

So Morien gave Qiu Si one last look, relaxed his body, and let the crimson swallow him whole.

When Klein pulled Morien over, he could not resist in any way.

After all, although he was now only a Sequence 8 who had digested more than half of his Potion, all it would take for him to break free of Klein's pull was a little effort.

Very soon, the grayish-white, boundless, desolate, silent world appeared before his eyes once more, along with the Fool seated at the head of the table, shrouded in dense mist.

He looked both dignified and mysterious.

But that somewhat solemn atmosphere did not last long before Morien's voice scattered it.

"Hey, Klein, you're not embarrassed anymore?" Morien waved in greeting.

Hearing that, Klein, hidden behind the Gray Fog, took a small, deep breath and decided to ignore Morien's remark.

He should have discussed what he was about to bring up with Morien several days ago, when Morien had first been pulled Above the Gray Fog. But Morien had insisted on watching him perform, making Klein so embarrassed that his toes nearly dug a hole in the floor. He had no choice but to drive Morien away early.

He was starting to regret bringing Morien into the Tarot Club.

If Morien had not come directly to him, he definitely would not have voluntarily exposed the Tarot Club to Morien.

Klein began thinking.

Why had Morien found him? Ah, right, it was because of Mr. Hanged Man...

Morien had said that he read Mr. Hanged Man's memories while he was at sea.

That damned traitor!

Klein decided that he would make things difficult for Mr. Hanged Man more often in the future.

But... speaking of mind reading...

"Old Mo, does your mind reading have any prerequisites?" Klein asked casually.

"What? Afraid I'll find the little comics you hide under your bed?" Morien leaned forward, smiling as he propped up his head.

"I don't have anything like that!" Klein immediately retorted.

"Alright, you don't need to worry too much." Morien shook his head. "You just need to make sure I can't touch you."

"Is that so? Then that's good." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it was not forced mind reading as powerful as their communication.

"By the way, why did you pull me up now?" Morien rested his head on one hand. "I was just about to give your grandniece a ruthless pile of homework."

"Grandniece?" Klein asked in confusion.

"Yeah." Morien waved his other hand. "We're buddies anyway. Isn't my daughter your grandniece?"

Klein recalled the butterflies in Morien's home and instinctively asked:

"How old is she?"

"Hmm..." Morien rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "She'll probably be a month old in... around three weeks?"

You were abusing a child!

Morien continued.

"I currently have a dead phone and a dead pair of earbuds. I'm planning to have my offspring try inventing a power bank."

"Um... if possible, it would be best if they could figure out how to duplicate phones and earbuds too."

After saying that, Morien looked at Klein.

"What was it you wanted to say just now?"

"Ahem."

Klein coughed twice behind the Gray Fog and nodded seriously.

"Indeed, half a month after being born really is the age to strive."

"Once she invents a phone, bring it over for me to take a look and inspect it."

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