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

It's a real person.

Feeling the cold hand on his shoulder, Rito was instantly overwhelmed by extreme fear.

But in just two seconds, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"It's just something meaningless."

He had already mentally prepared himself for his current situation.

This is a crisis, but also an opportunity.

"Ah, I thought it was something interesting." Makoto said with a hint of disappointment, removing his hand from Rito's shoulder.

But the next second, the real person pressed himself against him, as if he had discovered something new and interesting, sniffing and touching here and there.

"Your soul... tastes so strange." He tilted his head, as if examining a toy he had never seen before.

"Why? Why does it taste like this? It's strange, so strange..."

His hand rested on Rihito's chest, as if he wanted to touch what was inside through the skin.

Bet right.

Despite being filled with fear, a glint of light flashed in Rito's eyes.

Since the real person is interested in his soul, he would never easily harm himself.

Of course, this is only the first step.

"Um... um... could you let me go?"

Hearing Rito speak, Makoto reluctantly walked away from him after a long while.

Rito moved his hands and feet for a moment and picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the ground.

With a soft click, the much dimmer beam of light re-lit up, illuminating the surroundings.

Only then did the real person's face appear before him without reservation.

The human face was covered with winding, twisting sutures, as if a pile of corpse parts had been forcibly sewn together stitch by stitch.

A top-tier cursed spirit, a real person.

"Hey, can you tell me why your soul is so strange?" The real person squatted on the ground, resting his chin on his hands, his tone full of curiosity.

"I'm not from this world, do you believe me?" Rito said casually, looking directly at the real person.

"Not from this world?" The real person paused for a moment, then his interest deepened.

"You're quite an interesting person. But you've come here three times now; were you looking for me?"

coming.

Li Ren composed himself, suppressing all his unease, and said earnestly, "Yes, I've been looking for you."

The real person stood up from the ground, his smile becoming even more pronounced.

He stared at Rihito and slowly approached him.

"Looks like you know who I am. Give me a reason, or... I'll kill you."

The real person had an innocent expression on their face, yet uttered the most cruel words.

As the real person gradually approached, Rito not only did not panic, but also revealed a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that what real people wanted to hear wasn't the boring answer, "I want to live."

What he wants is an interesting soul, a toy with emotions.

Since that's the case, then give him what he wants.

"I know who you are; I've seen you kill people."

"Oh?" The real person stopped in his tracks, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. "Looks like I've been discovered by accident."

Rito continued speaking, his tone a mixture of resentment and hatred.

"I...I want power, power like yours."

The man suddenly looked up, a smile on his face, waiting for what was to come.

"Why do those so-called officials and leaders act so high and mighty? Why don't they treat us like human beings? If I hadn't seen you that day, I might have been nothing more than a nobody at the bottom of society, an insignificant piece of scum."

Rito chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Do you know what it feels like to watch those trash do whatever they want every day? Do you know what it feels like to be trampled underfoot when you've done nothing wrong? I've had enough. If I could be like you, killing and trampling at will—"

As he finished speaking, his voice unconsciously grew louder.

Anger and resentment echoed endlessly in the dimly lit sewers, lingering for a long time.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"That's awesome! You're more interesting than anyone I've ever met!"

The real person kept clapping, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Rito. "In that case, I will give you power."

Gurgle.

Looking at the real person so close to him, Rito swallowed hard. "R-really?"

"Haha, of course it's true, but..." The real person smiled and said mysteriously, "We need to do a little experiment."

Li Ren felt a tremor in his heart, and a complex emotion mixed with fear and anticipation exploded in his chest.

What terrifies him is that he understands better than anyone what a "real-person experiment" means.

Those humans who have been transformed beyond recognition, those things that are left with only organs and suffering.

But the expectation is also real.

This is the only way out.

He forced himself to suppress his fear and his expectations.

It's not time to be happy yet.

Every step we take now is like walking a tightrope over a cliff; one wrong step and it's all over.

"Experiment?" Rito looked puzzled, but wisely didn't ask any further questions.

"Come with me." The man turned and walked in the other direction of the sewer.

Li Ren quickly followed.

The cement ground underfoot was still wet, and each step made a slight sticky sound.

As they went deeper, the light became less dim, but the smell of decay in the air grew stronger.

After walking for about five minutes, the figures of cyborgs began to appear on the roadside.

The first one was curled up at the pipe joint, his legs twisted into a pretzel shape, his face buried in his knees.

The second one was half-hanging on the wall, like a coat casually draped over the back of a chair, with its spine sticking out from the lower back, revealing a white section.

The distorted and terrifying images constantly assaulted Li Ren's reason.

But he didn't look at it much, he just turned his gaze back and stared intently at the back of the real person's head.

The disgusting stitching ran from the top of her head all the way into her collar, swaying slightly with her steps, like a struggling centipede.

Seemingly sensing his unease, the man spread his hands and said casually, "Don't be afraid, these are just failed experiments. As for you, I will be absolutely, positively serious."

He turned his head and smiled at Li Ren, a smile that looked exceptionally clean in the dim light.

If you ignored the stitches on his face, you could even describe him as "naive".

Liren did not reply, but the coldness in his eyes deepened.

He knew perfectly well that he was nothing more than a toy that the other man liked.

Real people don't easily break toys they like.

So, it should... succeed, right?

After walking for a few more minutes, the surrounding environment began to change.

The ground dried up, the stench in the air faded, and the twisted cyborgs disappeared.

At the end of the passage was an iron gate, most of the paint of which had peeled off, revealing the rusty red metal underneath.

The person pushed open the door, stepped aside to make way, and gestured for someone to come in.

Li Ren paused for a moment, then went inside.

The room is small, about ten square meters.

In the very center stood a stone chair with iron buckles welded to its back and armrests, the inside of which was lined with a layer of yellowed leather.

The ground beneath the chair legs was a darker color than the rest of the floor, as if it were the mark left by some kind of liquid that had repeatedly soaked and dried.

The four walls were covered with white tiles, some of which were cracked and filled with a dark brown substance.

"Shall we...start now?" Rihito looked around, appearing somewhat nervous.

Then, as if remembering something, she said somewhat apologetically, "Excuse me, my name is Sato Rito, you can just call me Rito."

"Hmm... Rito, not a bad name."

The real person responded with a smile, while gesturing for Rito to sit down on the chair next to him, "Don't be nervous, it might hurt a little, but you'll be fine after a nap."

Seeing the expectant look on the real person's face, Rito's heart pounded.

"Um."

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

There's nothing to regret now.

let's start.

At this moment, the real man raised his hands and placed them on his temples.

"Go to sleep, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rito felt a deep sense of sleepiness wash over him.

Gradually, his consciousness began to sink, as if he were being pushed down from a height, and the feeling of weightlessness spread from his chest to his limbs.

He instinctively tried to grab something, but couldn't move.

He vaguely heard a real person laughing.

"Wow, your soul... is truly completely different from everyone else's!"