Chapter 133: The Curse Breaking Begins
The Hillside Seraph lies in a pitch-black cage, like a prison cell, with a red liquid drawn on it, inscribed with ancient worm-like characters. Seraph lies in the cage and begins to awaken, his unconsciousness gone.
Seraph awakens in the darkness, but can feel the light of the sun.
[It's so quiet. I remember sleeping under a tree. Why aren't there any trees around?]
Seraph moves his hands curiously.
There's no sound. What could possibly be transmitting it?
Two men sit in chairs, with Feng Wen watching, his expression neutral.
Beetho, seated beside him, holds a green flute in his hand. It's a beautiful flute pattern, with musical notes etched into its body.
Beetho looks at the seraph moving around, his cage imprisoning him.
"I'm awake, Master. Shall we begin?"
"Are you ready?" "
"Yes."
Betho raised his flute, ready to blow to create music.
His mouth was ready to begin playing a musical melody.
Feng Wen pressed his hands together in a prayer.
Both hands pressed down on the ground.
He chanted an incantation.
A line of red blood flowed towards Feng Wen's hands.
"I want to protect...
What's outside cannot enter.
What's inside cannot enter.
I see you inside.
You see me outside.
The light of law and order will protect you. Nothing can enter.
I won't allow you to leave.
And I won't allow anyone else to enter.
Only the sound of each other will reach...
The technique of using blood to create a boundary, let it work. The mass of spiritual energy from the demon's heart's blood, let it work.
Let your power and body and mind manifest.
A red boundary appear."
Red blood surged into Feng Wen's veins. Smack!
Red blood shone, made from the heart of a demon.
The red blood around the Seraph's cage shot up into the sky, creating a cage the size of a house. Boom!
Another house-sized cage of blood formed.
Seraph couldn't hear anything. There was only silence, confused as to why his arms and legs had disappeared.
"Where did my arms and legs go? And the ring that brought me home was destroyed?"
Seraph remained calm.
[My life is over. I don't know anything now. My life is so unfortunate. Next time, I should call the system "One Hundred Percent Unlucky System."]
Seraph sat there, completely blind, staring at Beetho.
His eyes were white as he stared at Beetho.
Beetho flinched slightly from staring at Seraph.
The spirit energy in the flute was released from the flute.
A green light, like a mist, stretched out, forming a path, expanding slowly. But along with the flute's music,
A green light swirled around the cage.
A beautiful, warm melody rang out.
Feng Wen looked at his disciple.
Beetho saw a green light radiating around him, and his eyes were fixed on the Seraph.
[There are many ways to break a curse, as long as you're good at one. Beetho excels at using music to break the curse, using music to dispel it bit by bit.
The more curses related to sound, the greater the advantage. The reason he went to the Forest of the Silent Curse was to train while creating music in the forest. The Silent Curse, as its name suggests, steals all sounds, hence its name, the Forest of the Silent Curse.
It steals all sounds. Sometimes, the absence of sound means perfect assassination.
And Beetho, the greatest genius of the Firenine School, rose to the level of a third-rank martial artist.
Through training in this forest every day, he didn't know which method he used to train. If he could use music, The curse was removed, and this child will survive.]
Seraph didn't hear a sound.
But the Seraph's staff opened its eyes, revealing red veins, revealing
blue eyes of resentment.
The staff slipped out of Seraph's hand.
A pitch-black barrier formed. Boom!
The pitch-black barrier concealed everything, preventing anyone from entering.
The cursed staff tried to block the penetration of sound.
It was like a soundproof room.
Feng Wen smiled. "That's absolutely no defense. Beetho is skilled at using music in battle. He'd always fought with the flute.
But at least it seemed to increase his own spiritual power and reduce his opponent's.
A level-four magical item.
Among the children in the sect, no, the entire world, there must be a small minority who use this in battle. No one would sit there playing the flute and fighting. So, the word genius is this child who can speak.
The black barrier of the cursed staff began to crumble, bit by bit, like broken glass. Bang, bang, bang, bang.
The music began to dissolve the barrier.
Little by little, light penetrated the black barrier.
The black staff released roots and shot towards the bloody cage. Pew! Boom!
The Cursed Staff flew around, trying to escape the cage. Boom! Boom!
No matter what they did, the Cursed Staff couldn't break the cage.
Beetho saw the Cursed Staff hurtling towards Seraph. Pew!
A green line of music shot into the cage, blocking Seraph's attack. Pew! Boom!
The Cursed Staff was just a short distance from hitting Seraph's face.
The Cursed Staff flew back. Whoosh!
A green line of light shot towards the Cursed Staff. Whoosh!
Thump!
The Cursed Staff was captured. Boom!
The curse raged through the cell, while the untroubled Seraph sat there.
The Seraph was completely oblivious. What happened?
The black barrier around the cage was broken. Boom! Boom!
The flute music continued to play.
Lines of green light flew around the cage.
Beetho saw blue eyes staring at him.
Beetho ordered the green light, like a long cloth, to capture him.
He pulled the Cursed Staff and pushed it down onto the ground to suppress the Cursed Staff. Boom!
[Okay, we've captured and lured this thing out of that child. Next, the destruction process?]
Beetho prepared to destroy the cage.
His expression darkened with shock.
Feng Wen gasped.
Beetho's hand was a child's, grasping the Cursed Staff.
This person was Seraph, searching for a staff to travel with.
"Well, I don't know what happened. His arms and legs are missing, but at least he needs the staff to travel with him.
Why is there no surrounding noise? This is very strange. If I could see what was there, I'd know the direction. Why couldn't I see it from the beginning? This is the most suspicious thing. More doubts are piling up. It's the same as before, so let's just keep going. If I stay where I am, nothing will happen.
I've always done things alone, with no one to rely on. Now it's the same. I die alone, I survive alone. That's all.
The Seraph's hand gripped the Cursed Staff, causing the curse to drain the Seraph's soul.
And the Cursed Staff possessed the Seraph's body.
The green streak of light was destroyed. Boom!
Beetho's eyes were stunned, as was Feng Wen, who was close to breaking the curse.
"Huh!?" "Huh!?"
The unexpected event brought the situation back to normal.
With the Cursed Staff, the blue eyes instantly turned red.
The gray roots turned red, engulfing the Seraph's entire body.
The Seraph's face gaped open, sacrificed by the blood being consumed and the lack of blood. Seraph was knocked unconscious.
It would be a sad sight if anyone had seen him. He had just woken up, but he had fallen unconscious again.
It was a life lived to the fullest.
Seraph had fallen unconscious, his eyes closed and then opened again, revealing a red pupil resembling the eye of the Cursed Staff.
Seraph thrust the Cursed Staff into his own stomach. Smack!
The Cursed Staff rapidly absorbed Seraph's energy, and roots surrounded Seraph's body.
Seraph's voice rang out, "You started it."