Chapter 25: Slow death
Inside a bustling nightclub in Tokyo, Japan.
The lights inside were dazzling, flickering, and multicolored, accompanied by incessant noise.
A large number of young men and women swayed their youthful and vigorous bodies to the rhythm of dynamic pop songs on the dance floor.
In the dim environment, the various perfumes and body scents of the women collided with the mating pheromones released by the young men.
Lust was blurred, desires were indulged; everyone was immersed in this carnal pleasure.
It was filled with infatuation, wild waves, romance, wanton indulgence, and...
"How is it, bro? How's this stuff?"
*Sniff, sniff, sniff~~*
"Ah~ Not bad, it's got a real kick."
Depravity!
"Yo, handsome, you're a new face. First time here?"
A blonde woman with a seductive figure and revealing clothes walked up to a white-haired youth.
A pair of small hands, white as scallions, wandered wantonly over Alex Moyan's chest.
Desire rose in the woman's heart as she sighed inwardly, "What a handsome young man. If only I could..."
At that thought, her body couldn't help but tremble.
Alex Moyan merely gave the woman in front of him an indifferent glance.
She looked decent, but she was wearing a bit too much powder.
Alex Moyan ignored her and walked straight toward the bar.
On the way, Alex Moyan's mysterious aura and the half of his handsome face that was visible attracted several heavily made-up women who came forward to flirt with him.
They hinted that if he wanted, they could leave with him right now and party all night long.
Alex Moyan was speechless; such were the troubles of being handsome.
Alex Moyan passed right through the group of women, leaving without a single leaf clinging to him.
He didn't come here to discuss life or explore the mysteries of existence with these ladies.
Besides, he was a very traditional person who didn't even touch cigarettes or alcohol.
As soon as he appeared, Alex Moyan's unique temperament attracted the eyes of every woman in the nightclub.
It couldn't be helped; no woman could resist a mysterious, aloof, and handsome youth.
But this attention quickly drew the jealousy of a few blonde punks.
With twisted mouths and upturned noses, they approached with a thuggish air, ready to teach Alex Moyan a lesson.
Alex Moyan didn't spare the blonde punks a second thought.
Even though they looked exactly like the blonde thugs from an NTR story.
"Yoho, you dare ignore your Lordship!"
Seeing that Alex Moyan didn't even look at him, the lead punk felt slighted and insulted.
Raising his fist, he prepared to give Alex Moyan a blow to teach him who he should and shouldn't mess with.
The next second, however, he clutched his fist and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
It felt as if he had hit an iron wall; his fingers were fractured.
The manager at the bar's pupils constricted violently; he immediately dropped what he was holding and fled at top speed.
To ordinary people, this blonde punk was acting bizarrely, as if he were putting on a play.
But in the eyes of a Curse User, a wall made of iron chains had directly blocked the punk's fist.
"Damn it! He's a Jujutsu Sorcerer!"
The Curse User cursed under his breath and turned to run.
After just two steps, he gave it some thought.
When a Jujutsu Sorcerer comes to make an arrest, they're never alone.
Perhaps the outside was already heavily surrounded, with a Barrier set up to catch a turtle in a jar.
So, the optimal method now was...
That's right! Grab someone here as a hostage!
At this thought, the Curse User looked at the bartender he had personally hired.
Poor worker...
"Don't move!"
Alex Moyan pulled down his collar, revealing a mouth engraved with Snake Eyes and Fangs.
With the sound of his voice, the Curse User's hand, which was reaching for the bartender, suddenly froze in mid-air.
The Curse User looked at the youth before him, his heart chilling: "Snake Eyes and Fangs... he's from the Inumaki Clan!"
Despair filled the Curse User's heart; he knew that with his strength as a Grade 3 Curse Wielder, he definitely couldn't escape.
Before the Curse User could react, Alex Moyan was already standing in front of him.
This sudden pressure made the Curse User's heart and gall tremble with fear.
"This speed... it's too fast!"
The Curse User's eyes widened uncontrollably; by now, the effect of the Cursed Speech had worn off.
Yet he remained motionless, as if he were still under a spell, like a stone statue.
Faced with such a massive gap in strength, the Curse User couldn't muster any will to resist.
He knew why the other had come; he wondered if a full confession would make things easier for him.
Alex Moyan looked down at the Curse User, who was shaking like a sieve.
A mocking smile played on the corner of his mouth: "Were you just planning to take a hostage?"
The Curse User swallowed nervously, nodded, and then immediately shook his head.
Alex Moyan sneered, his eyes full of playfulness: "You don't actually think that grabbing an ordinary person could threaten me, do you?"
"Even if you grabbed a hundred people, I would still do whatever I was going to do. No one can threaten me!"
Only a fool would drop their weapon to save someone; isn't that just pure idiocy?
Once you've laid down the weapon needed to defeat your opponent, haven't you just become a lamb for the slaughter?
Alex Moyan grabbed the Curse User and walked into an empty room.
"Come on, let's have a good chat."
As soon as he entered, Alex Moyan released a Barrier.
After all, what he was about to do next couldn't be exposed to the light.
Turning a Curse User into a Cursed Spirit—such a thing was outrageous!
But Alex Moyan enjoyed doing things that others feared and couldn't understand.
A genius should have the distinctiveness and uniqueness of a genius.
Just because others can't do it doesn't mean I can't.
As soon as they entered, the Curse User fell to his knees.
It was less of a kneel and more of a collapse.
His hands and feet were already soaked in cold sweat, as if all his strength had been used up just to resist Alex Moyan's terrifying aura!
"I'll talk! I'm willing to say everything!"
"As long as you spare my miserable life, I'm willing to tell you everything I know and everything I can say!"
"If you just let me go... I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old daughter at home waiting for me to support them."
"It was those damn Curse Users who forced me to do it; I didn't want to."
Alex Moyan looked at the Curse User pleading bitterly on the ground, tears and snot flowing, and felt utterly speechless.
This clichéd way of begging for mercy was way overused.
An eighty-year-old mother?
"The kind of person I look down on most is someone like you."
Alex Moyan smiled and said something that chilled the Curse User to his very core.
"Actually, from the very beginning, I never intended to let you live!"
"However, I am willing to give you a chance!"
Seeing a chance, the Curse User hurriedly said he was willing.
"Then I'll give you a chance to take revenge on me—after you become a Cursed Spirit."
Having said that, before the Curse User could understand what those words meant...
Alex Moyan summoned the Oni Mask.
Alex Moyan tossed a sharp knife to the Oni Mask.
"Perform the Slow death."
The Oni Mask caught the knife, which was devoid of Cursed Energy, and immediately indicated that it would complete the task.
With tears and snot mixed together, the Curse User watched the cold, gleaming blade draw closer and closer.
Helpless and desperate, he kept shaking his head!
Just like the ordinary people he used to hunt.
"No! No! Please have mercy, have mercy!"
"Ahhhh—"