Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

"When...?" Rito's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the changed house number.

His muscles tensed as he quickly surveyed his surroundings.

But the entire corridor remained as empty and desolate as when he first entered.

Dust particles hung suspended in the stagnant air, without even a wisp of wind.

But rational people know that this is just a facade.

Once a cursed spirit is formed, it has an inseparable relationship with the specific content of the resentment.

Just like now, if this cursed spirit really was formed from the journalist who died after suffering endless torment.

The cursed spirit's abilities must be related to those doctors, and even this hospital.

But this is just speculation; more clues are needed to confirm it.

Li Ren took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"The room number was changed after I entered the room. No! It wasn't the room number."

His gaze traveled down the corridor and landed on the door of ward number eleven.

That door was a full twelve house numbers away from number twenty-three.

"The entire room is transformed the moment you enter."

Then, Rito looked at room number 24 next door and walked inside.

He deliberately slowed his pace, making sure each step was firmly planted on the ground, as if he were measuring something.

As if he had prepared in advance, the moment he stepped into the ward, he retreated rapidly and returned to the corridor.

The sole of the shoe made a short, sharp sound as it scraped against the floor.

He then turned around and looked at the house number above.

"Ward number seven, just as I suspected!"

At this moment, Rito's position is completely different from before.

Although the cursed spirit was not found, the first pattern was figured out.

"This cursed spirit's ability is to manipulate space; the moment it enters the room, the location of the ward will be instantly changed."

Rito glanced at both ends of the corridor.

If you go to the left, you will most likely come out from the right.

Those explorers from a while back may have been trapped and died in this way.

The entire floor became its domain, an absolutely closed 'domain' specifically designed for imprisonment!

Thinking of this, Li Xin felt a little gloomy; the thing she feared most had still happened.

He preferred that the cursed spirits here be cruel and bloodthirsty, so that at least they would rush out and kill him when they saw him.

Once you see it, everything becomes easier.

But the current situation is that the cursed spirit cannot be found at all.

It intends to trap itself here and die!

Realizing the current predicament, Rin calmed down instead.

Those expedition teams have proven that you absolutely cannot get out of here by walking alone.

I just tried it once; I went in on the 24th and came out on the 7th.

If the pattern is fixed, how many times would it take him to find the exit?

Ten times? Twenty times?

This floor has at least thirty wards, and the space changes randomly each time you enter.

The number of possible permutations and combinations was a number that made his scalp tingle.

And... would the cursed spirit give him that much time?

The corridor remained deathly silent; the cursed spirit was perhaps lurking in the shadows.

It is waiting.

Wait until you are exhausted, wait until you are mentally broken, just like those explorers.

Suddenly, Rito smiled.

"If I were to try to deduce the pattern room by room, that would be incredibly stupid."

He slowly raised his arms and pressed his hands firmly against the cobweb-covered walls on both sides of the corridor.

The wall my palm touched was cold and rough, and dust fell through my fingers.

"Since I can't figure out the pattern, I'll just use my fists to smash you open."

Technique—Withered and Decayed!

The next second, centered on Rito's palms, the walls of the corridor began to decay and weather at a visible speed.

The plaster on the wall peeled off like dried skin, revealing the gray bricks underneath.

The entire wall surface has witnessed decades, or even centuries, in just a few seconds.

Stone dust fell down, revealing the steel bars inside.

But soon, the incredibly tough steel bars began to rust and break rapidly.

The rust, like spreading moss, spread from the weld point to both ends, emitting a faint groan.

Over time, this irreversible effect spread throughout the corridor.

If the cursed spirit doesn't appear soon, this entire floor of the mental hospital will decay and collapse within minutes.

As a cursed spirit that uses this place as its lair, it would never allow such a thing to happen.

"Hehehehehe...Stop...I'll kill you!!"

A distorted, shrill sound, like the hoarse voice, echoed in the deathly silent corridor.

Under Rito's solemn gaze, a cursed spirit in human form slowly walked from the end of the corridor.

Its footsteps were silent, and the hem of its white coat dragged on the floor like a moving shadow.

The cursed spirit was two meters tall, and the ill-fitting white coat tightened around its body.

He held a document resembling a medical record in his left hand and a pencil in his right.

His face, however, was not human; it was a constantly twisting and changing shape.

"They are those 'patients' who were misdiagnosed and tortured to death!" Rito's pupils contracted as he recognized those blurry faces.

Among the materials that Gojo Satoru gave him were information about some patients who had previously stayed at this mental hospital.

Unexpectedly, the resentment emanating from these people after their deaths coalesced into an extremely terrifying cursed spirit.

boom!

Almost the instant the cursed spirit appeared, Rito stomped his foot, his body shooting forward like a cannonball.

The floor beneath my feet was cracked, and fragments flew everywhere.

His only goal was to kill this cursed spirit!

However, upon seeing Rito rush over, the cursed spirit changed direction and actually walked towards a ward on the side.

Its movements were unhurried and deliberate, as if it had anticipated this step.

Upon seeing the cursed spirit's actions, Rito instantly realized what it wanted to do.

"Die!"

Bang--!!

A punch imbued with magical power slammed into the door frame of the ward, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet and the flying wood chips to freeze into ice shards that fell continuously.

Where the fist landed, the door frame dented and deformed, and a layer of white frost spread along the wall.

That punch missed?

Looking at the empty ward in front of him, Rito's face was ashen.

Just as his punch was about to hit the cursed spirit, the cursed spirit happened to step over the door frame and disappeared into thin air right in front of Rito.

Like a drop of water falling onto the surface, silently and without a sound.

"What a troublesome guy!"

He withdrew his hands from the wall; now that his goal had been achieved, there was no need to continue expending his magical power.

Moreover, what he did just now was only a temporary measure. If he really caused the building to collapse, he himself would not escape the fate of being crushed.

"This isn't a solution. Do we really have to resort to that method?"

As the cursed spirit walked out of the door of another ward, Rihime hesitated for a moment.

The white figure reappeared only ten meters away from him, yet it felt as if an entire maze separated them.

If we expand our domain now, we might have a high chance of successfully defeating the cursed spirit and thus completing the assessment.

However, while this level of certainty is high, it is not 100%.

Once the domain is expanded, if a swift victory cannot be achieved, then given one's total magical power, there is a high possibility of facing a depletion of magical power.

We're not in a desperate situation yet; there's no need to gamble with your life.

After a brief moment of thought, Rihito suppressed the idea of ​​expanding his domain.

At that moment, the cursed spirit in the distance suddenly moved. It raised the medical record in its left hand and held up its right hand, which was holding a pencil, as if it were writing something on the medical record.

The pen tip hovered above the paper, hesitant to fall, yet an invisible force began to gather in the air.

"There's a problem; we can't let him finish it!"

Seeing the cursed spirit's movements, Rito threw another punch and charged forward.

"Hehehehe... Diagnosis... numbness in the right hand..."