Hearing his words, a smile came to my lips, and I looked around and found out that the entire floor was covered in blood with two strange assholes who had their faces crushed to death while the two priest-like people were spitting blood while making distance from me.
So seeing the situation, I felt that I was surely in grave danger a few moments back because my own blood lust was consuming me, and if I had been consumed by it, then it would have been I who was licking the floor in blood.
So now I could clearly understand why the people called it a grave curse, but still I was not much affected by the curse; all I was affected by was my own blood lust, and I wounded myself.
Most of the injuries on my body were caused by me only, so I was still uncertain about the terror, because even the antak managed to take out a spirit, so I was not feeling it much.
But soon my thoughts were crushed after seeing the scene in front of me; everything around us was empty, there was no sky above us, and there was neither my car nor the energy essence of Imu or others.
So this was a pretty serious issue for me, because this was clearly insane trouble; if they could conceal the divine attribute, then it means that this curse was nowhere near as easy as we were thinking.
But Antak still had his nasty grin on his face, and he was checking the surroundings while laughing and speaking in a pretty thrilling tone: 'Brat, have you ever played the game of tag? it was way too famous in our world, as you humans surely changed its type, but the real tag was so interesting that even the spirit king couldn't escape its temptation, so do you want to play it?'
Hearing his wicked posture and his creepy tone, I remembered which game he was talking about, the game whose spirits liked him way too much, where the person has to tag the first person he sees with everything he's got, and if he fails to tag, then the other person will be taking charge of feasting on that person. It might be sounding pretty easy and simple, but reality was far too grave.
Most of the time, when these creeps played this game, they forgot everything around them and only saw everybody as their prey, and this game also had another title, which was way too famous: 'The Survival of Run!' This title was given by a priest because this game had pretty rules, like tagging the most people and winning the game, but due to their excitement and thirst for slaughter, they just started hunting each other and each other's tagged people.
Well, if normal people play this game, then it looks more like a childish quarrel, but when they play it, it becomes a graveyard of countless souls because neither of the people is left to judge who won or lost.
So now this creep was telling me that he was thinking about that game, and there was no way I was going to accept it because no matter how I thought, I wouldn't be able to overpower this creep in fighting, and due to this stupid curse, I couldn't even reseal him, so now I was getting cold sweats.
But I took a deep breath while taking out my cigar and lit it while speaking in a pretty cold yet indifferent tone: "Well, surely we can play that game, but who do you think is going to decide the winner? Because I don't remember any of the judges being left alive after the game. whether the judge was already dead or not, he or she was never found again, so who do you think is going to judge our game!'
Hearing my words, he looked at me with a nasty grin and jumped towards the nearby wall and pulled a strange guy out from the wall, and to my surprise, that person was another priest. Finding that this guy could easily track the priest, I felt that I would be easily able to escape this stupid place.
But instead of crushing him, he brought him to our side and spoke: 'Brat, this guy will be the judge of our game, and if he dares to cheat, then I will show him something that could be said to be worse than hell itself.
Hearing this creep's words, I felt cold sweat around my spine because just now my cool attitude literally dug my own grave, and this bastard wasn't even looking like someone who was going to back down, so I was feeling much more terror than before.
Because from other spirits, I still had hopes that I could pull up anything and crush them somehow, but this bastard was in his own league; despite being bound by my seal, he could still use 5% of his power, and judging by his love for games, that five percent was going to definitely feel like five eternities.
So now I had only one thought, just to make any excuse and run away as far away from him as possible.
But soon, just as he was about to start the game, i gave a cold expression before speaking in sighful tone: 'What do you think you are doing, Antak? You know right, we still have to survive that stupid war and the cult bastards and here you are talking about such a game. are you really taking our survival this lightly that you can even think about such games in such moments.'
Well, hearing my words, he also felt that the situation was really dire, that I was telling him to not start a game, and he was nodding in an apologetic tone while I was licking every life out of my soul to force this composure on him, because my entire body was screaming for me to save my ass and run away as fast as possible from him.