Curse Returns: What did the human-shaped wishing machine do wrong this time?

Fujiwara-sama gazed intently at Alluka's small, innocent face, pondering the connection between these requests.

After Yuan Hai only asked questions about his abilities, the child made a request to the next person: to have Hui Xiang dance.

When Hye Sang wished to become a sorcerer, the child's request for the next person to make a wish became the kneecap, a unique organ in the human body.

Logically speaking, when people make wishes to the legendary eight million gods, they offer their own wish power and sacrifices.

But when making a wish to this child, the price paid by the wisher is merely granting his three requests, which does not conform to the principle of equivalent exchange. So how does this child and the thing in his body operate the magic?

"Try refusing him."

Fujiwara's unquestionable voice rang out in the room.

To him, the monks and the warrior monks in this room were all pawns of the Teng family, beings that could be sacrificed at will.

He glanced lightly at the monk whose face showed reluctance, his dark eyes filled with a haughty indifference.

The monk with stitches on his forehead stiffened somewhat after Alluka spoke.

This is the second time today that the child has made a request of him.

This time, the requirements go beyond simple tasks like kissing and hugging.

Just like the first time, after the child spoke, a strong sense of palpitation enveloped his entire body; the ambiguous feeling was like a restraint, yet not a restraint.

Others might not notice the difference, but he, with his profound understanding of the soul, was very familiar with this feeling.

His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to break free from the predicament he was in.

The right patella is his right kneecap. It's very important, but it's not so important that losing it wouldn't be a big deal.

He had a strong premonition that refusing the child would have an irreversible outcome, but agreeing to the request was not in line with his expectations.

Just as he was about to remain silent and brush it off, he looked up and met Fujiwara's somewhat indifferent gaze. The sorcerer, disguised as a source of sea energy, sighed softly.

Well, this child's spell is obviously triggered by his name, and Yuan Hai isn't his name, so there's no harm in trying it.

"That won't do."

He bent down slightly, a faint smile on his slender eyebrows, trying to bridge the distance with the child in a friendly tone.

Alluka tilted her head, her long, jet-black hair cascading down in disarray, her baby-blue eyes blinking, as if she hadn't heard the rejection, and reached out her hand again.

"Could Yuan Hai give me your hip bone?"

The black-haired child's smile was pure and gentle, a stark contrast to the terrifying request he made.

A look of surprise and uncertainty appeared in the monk's slender eyes.

The child's demands were progressively increasing.

In a flash, he quickly analyzed the information about Alluka.

This request was much more difficult than the previous two, perhaps related to Hui Xiang's wish.

The hip bone, located at the hip joint, is even more important than the patella. His intuition told him that these cruel demands might be related to the child's own will.

He weighed the child's demands against the importance of his own identity.

Losing certain parts of the body is not terrible; it can be repaired with a reversal technique.

While it might be difficult for a novice inversion mage to construct non-existent body parts, it was easy for him.

but......

He looked up and met Fujiwara's gaze, then let out a long sigh and said, "This won't work either."

"Brother Yuanhai, could you give me your liver?"

Just as they expected.

After being rejected twice, Alluka's demands escalated again, and Genkai still chose to refuse.

This is the third request the child made, corresponding to the number of the three wishes made.

The atmosphere in the room was no different from before, and the monstrous, empty-faced creature was nowhere to be seen.

The black-haired child, with his curved eyebrows and slightly childish hands, spread out his hands, and everything seemed normal.

"Can't."

He somewhat relaxed and offered his third refusal.

It's time to end this, corresponding to the previous three requests.

However, just as he relaxed slightly, the child made a fourth request.

"Yuan Hai, can I have your brains?"

Unlike the other three organs, the young man in the monk's robe stiffened completely upon hearing this word.

"I refuse."

He reached up and touched the spot on his forehead, where the bond he had pledged himself to hold was located.

As he uttered those three words, an endless chill emanated from his body, which even his magical powers could not dispel.

In the quiet space, a chilling, shrill laugh suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

A sticky sensation enveloped his entire body, and various distorted and terrifying images flickered in the candlelight.

The excruciating pain radiated from the brain nerves downwards, as if my entire body was about to explode at any moment.

"No......"

……

The black-haired boy tilted his head, staring intently at the person in front of him who exploded into a pool of blood mist at an extremely fast speed.

The blood, like scarlet ink, was splattered all over his white clothes.

The pungent smell belatedly spread up.

The child sat upright in the pool of blood and foam, his long, black hair casually draped over his shoulders, a few strands falling across his forehead and casting a shadow in his pure blue eyes.

Amidst the crimson blood, only his expression remained perfectly clean and pure.

Lord Sugawara opened his mouth, but the sound seemed to be blocked, churning and swirling in his throat.

"you......"

So that's how those rope figures came about...? And how many were there this time...?

"Go check it out..."

He wanted to turn around and make arrangements for Hui Xiang, who had just been promoted to a sorcerer, but he saw the little monk clutching his chest in pain and collapsing to the ground.

Then, he watched helplessly as a sorcerer's body was stretched and twisted at an incredible speed by an unknown and unstoppable force, eventually turning into a stinking, rope-like mass.

Lord Fujiwara fearfully tried to take a step back, but his feet felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift them at all.

He stared intently at the black-haired boy kneeling there, trying to glean something from that innocent face.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense. The monks and samurai around Lord Fujiwara, fearing for their master's safety, quickly surrounded him, afraid that if they were even a second late, Alluka might cause some harm to their esteemed master.

Inside the room, along with Hui Xiang, three young monks were also twisted into rope figures.

"Lord Fujiwara! There are many..."

In the still, stagnant space, a young novice monk dressed in an earth-yellow robe walked in cautiously from outside the hall.

However, when he entered the hall, he was speechless for a moment upon seeing the scene before him.

"Lock him up first, then count the number of dead."

After leaving that cold and gloomy hall, Lord Fujiwara wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.

As one of the powerful figures in the Fujiwara family, he had witnessed the deaths of his subordinates and political enemies before, but none of the scenes he had seen before had moved him as much as the one he had just witnessed.

It was a force that was neither magic nor physical; it seemed to exist out of thin air, like a rule.

He could tell that the child was just an ordinary person; the ability lay in the thing on the child that resembled a cursed spirit but wasn't.

The last rope man incident resulted in over two hundred deaths, and it's unknown how many will die this time.

Granting the child's request will allow him to make a wish; refusing will result in his immediate death.

They haven't yet figured out the patterns in those death tolls.

This child's ability is truly a double-edged sword; if used well, it could indeed kill without leaving a trace.

After those people left, in the room filled with the solemn scent of sandalwood, Alluka leaned gently against the couch and began to talk to herself.

"Nanika, you said something escaped?"

When Master Yuanhai died, he seemed to see a white light flash by quickly, and when he tried to look closely, his vision was already filled with blood mist.

"I wonder where my brother is. Will he come to pick me up?"

"Does Nanica also think he'll come?"

"I dream about my brother! And Mei too!"

......

After talking to himself for a while, Alluka curled up into a ball and, with shallow, gentle breathing, he actually fell asleep sweetly, hugging the thin blanket.