The King of Curses
Chapter 52 - 52 21 Heavenly Leader

52: Chapter 21 “Heavenly Leader 52: Chapter 21 “Heavenly Leader (After finishing the last chapter, I finally feel able to create a character card for Sister Zhi Zhen…

By the way, I’m chasing readers.

I’m somewhat confident in the plot I’ve written, but the editor said my reader-chasing efforts aren’t strong enough, and there are less than ten days left on the new book list, so I hope I can climb up a bit.)

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The woman opened her eyes and felt as if she had just experienced a lengthy nightmare.

However, when she tried to recall it, she found that after looking back, there was nothing there; her mind was a complete blank.

Intense, unbearable stabbing pains were coming from deep within her brain.

“I…

who am I?”

She realized she couldn’t remember her own name.

Including her past experiences, her family, friends, occupation, identity, hometown…

she couldn’t remember a single thing.

Memories and thoughts had turned into clusters of floating matter, with the connections between them broken, leaving only fragmented snippets whirling around in the void of her mind.

The woman felt like an infant…

no, more like an alien experiencing this planet for the first time.

She looked around blankly, finding herself on a rooftop.

The generous sunlight made her squint unconsciously.

The spacious and empty area was tranquil, and the breeze that greeted her was refreshing…

She took a deep breath of fresh air, then suddenly noticed a strange, possibly human or ghostly, form from which filthy blood stains were flowing below.

“It” was trembling slightly in the corner, moving like a large insect, both disgusting and pitiful.

The woman felt slightly uncomfortable, then turned her gaze away to look elsewhere.

—Suddenly, she found she couldn’t look away.

In the center of the rooftop, a tall figure was sitting on a chair, a white knitted shirt outlining beautiful curves, legs crossed beneath the hem of the skirt, clad in black tights, long flowing black hair gently swaying in the wind, and a teardrop mole beneath her eye enchanting the heart.

She was looking down, flipping through a book on her lap, pushing aside the hair at her ear with one hand while turning the pages with the other, every movement exuding elegance.

Although she too was a woman, the amnesiac found all her attention irresistibly drawn to her, nothing else could affect her.

That person’s beauty was so dazzling it almost outshone the sun…

A feeling of adoration, awe, and love—every positive emotion—surged from the depths of the woman’s soul, fervent and fervid, directed at that person, mesmerizing her to the point where she couldn’t even divert her eyes.

“You’re awake.”

Noticing the woman awake, the black-haired woman looked up with a faint smile.

“It wasn’t my misunderstanding; you have the capability.”

“…

”

The amnesiac woman was eager to speak, to express her emotions.

However, when she opened her mouth, she found she had forgotten how to speak.

Anxious, she tried to grasp the fleeting thoughts in her mind but could never quite manage.

This made her feel utterly humiliated in front of that person, even thinking she should have jumped off the rooftop earlier.

“It might be interesting to observe humans learning language from scratch.

Unfortunately, I’m a bit pressed for time.”

The black-haired woman put down her book and snapped her fingers.

“Here, let me help you.”

The amnesiac woman froze.

Her empty, chaotic brain was suddenly illuminated by a lightning flash; countless fragments of memory and knowledge, under some unknown force, started coming together.

Yes…

right!

I am…

my name is…

Kong…

Yulin…!

Kong Yulin’s pupils dilated, her body trembling, the emotions within her eyes shifting from confusion to fear, then to profound disbelief.

Several minutes later, having barely pieced her personality back together, she finally understood what had happened.

“Was it…

brainwashing?

Spirit manipulation…?

What did you do to me…?!”

Her speech was still staggered, the intense pain deep in her brain hadn’t subsided, and she knelt on the ground, holding her forehead.

“Um…

more or less, you could understand it that way.”

An Zhizhen simply smiled.

The truth was actually a far cry, but she didn’t see the necessity of explaining to someone like Kong Yulin.

In later generations, the “Heavenly Leader” was considered the pinnacle of “Spiritual Interference Cursing Prohibition”, but what was called “brainwashing” was merely a byproduct of the ability— even in the future, few knew this.

The battle between heaven and earth, the supreme in the human world, the true meaning of “Heavenly Leader” was a metaphor for An Zhizhen’s soul, transforming into a massive stellar consciousness on the day of the awakening of her Birth Horoscope.

When it manifested in the spirit of others, or reflected in the worlds of other minds, it exhibited overwhelming scale and mass.

If anyone tried using Spirit Manipulation on An Zhizhen, expecting to shake her will, instead, the caster’s own will would be instantly crushed by the “enormous gravity.”

And the active spirit interference ability displayed by An Zhizhen followed the same premise; before her star-like vast soul, fragile and minute human consciousnesses barely counted for anything, naturally, they were crushed into powder.

Afterward, when a human’s worldview and values collapsed, nothing but a blank remained, covered by the shadow of a star, leaving indelible marks.

This is the “Heavenly Leader”, different in operating principles from any spirit manipulation-related spells or supernatural abilities ever seen in human history—