I hold the blade of Taula’s sword with my right hand, and support it with my left.
I focus on my feelings of anger and stir them up. I get ready, and move my hands slowly towards myself.
The tip of the same sword that once stabbed me right in this spot goes in again.
I feel the sword tip breaking the skin, and then the sharp blade cutting the fat below it and sinking inside.
“Uuuu! Aaaah!”
Screams spill out.
My consciousness feels like it’s being painted over by pain, but I manage to secure it with anger.
Not yet… Not yet! A little more…
The intense pain feels like I’m being burned, and I feel the hard foreign object sinking even deeper into my abdomen.
Blood spills and wets my hands through the blade.
And finally, the curse activates as if resonating with the blade and the memories in my flesh.
It’s then that the purifying light activates itself. It’s as if it’s intentionally trying to get in the way of what I’m trying to do.
Pale light bursts from Taula’s sword, but it becomes one lump above my head, and the next moment, that lump of light starts to crackle and change, and attacks me.
But this is what I want.
Curses use strong emotions and thoughts.
Right now, Taula’s sword is stabbed into my abdomen. This is a recreation of when I got this power of curses, but also a recreation of when my blood and curses brought the purifying light into this world.
This sameness is intensifying the effect of the curse to its fullest potential.
I keep supporting the sword with my left hand, and turn my right hand to the lightning shaped purifying light coming to attack me.
The jet black curse coming out of my right hand catches the lightning shaped purifying light.
The purifying light becomes a lump again, and the jet black curse surrounds it like it’s covering it.
But it can’t catch it completely. It starts going berserk to escape the curse, and a crackling sound echoes throughout the cave.
I compose my breathing, and open my mouth.
“『Yield in accordance to your birth. Obey me, your creator.』”
It’s just a series of words, but by putting my will into it, arranging the situation, and making them go through the power of curses that is beyond the rule of god (server) over this world (system), that mere series of words becomes a spell.
And then, the purifying light finally stops.
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