Chapter Sixteen: Acceleration

Kazuto Nanami despised overtime.

He walked slowly into the subway station, winding his patterned tie around his arm as he glanced at a mysterious sorcerer whose gender was ambiguous.

Three colorful curse symbols shimmered across the sorcerer’s face. Kazuto didn’t understand their meaning, but beside him, his juniors lay sprawled in pools of blood.

All he knew was that this meant overtime.

Veins bulging with adult tension, Kazuto grabbed Haruta Omote’s bright yellow hair, forcing him to lift his head and face his own shadow.

“Tell me, how many companions do you have, and where are they?”

“I... I don’t know!”

Boom!

With one punch imbued with Kazuto’s technique, the Ten-Stroke Curse Method, Haruta was sent flying dozens of meters away.

“Tell me! How many companions do you have, and where are they?”

Kazuto stepped forward, dragging the struggling Haruta who was trying to flee.

“I really don’t know!”

Boom!

The second punch shattered another layer of the Stored Miracle curse on Haruta’s face.

“Is this guy the one you said would kill my son?” Shinji Fushiguro stood atop a beam, watching the brutal slaughter below with a hint of disbelief.

“Yeah, he ambushed us. Now that he’s dead, if we take out the last two special-grade curses, your son will be completely safe!”

Chen Lai provoked Fushiguro into fighting. He had just observed the curse spirit orb from the real curse user; worth 750,000 yen—quite valuable!

Since it was so valuable, the remaining two special-grade curses couldn’t be spared.

“Alright, as long as Megumi is safe, I don’t care what happens.”

Perhaps influenced by Chen’s “soul,” Fushiguro was unusually candid.

Chen paused before speaking, “After killing those two curses, don’t forget to pick up the curse spirit orbs. More importantly, don’t forget to say a proper goodbye to your son.”

“Are you going to leave? You can’t just adopt my son?” Fushiguro was confused by Chen’s meaning.

“I will leave. If you want Megumi Fushiguro to be my son, I have no objection. But only if next time he recognizes me.”

“Recognize you?” Fushiguro was even more puzzled.

“Your world is a game. Everyone’s life is just a piece on a chessboard that can be moved at any time.”

In the deep-sea game, there were no restrictions on speech; Chen openly revealed the game’s true nature.

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“Is that so? Tragic, joyful, brave, cowardly lives—all just a game?”

Fushiguro smirked, snatching the cursed tool “Drifting Cloud” from Maki Zen’in, who had just arrived.

Drifting Cloud was a nunchaku-style weapon; with it, Fushiguro could inflict sufficient damage on curses.

“I want my game to end without regrets!”

Saying this, Fushiguro performed a flourish with the weapon and eyed the deep-sea curse Dugon approaching from the shadows.

Inside the subway station, the Dugon—a small octopus-like creature that had just emerged from underground—twitched twice and spewed out over a thousand human skulls.

As a curse, it had killed many and consumed even more.

“Watch out, it’s special-grade!”

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