The King of Curses
Chapter 53 - 53 21 Heavenly Leader _2

53: Chapter 21 “Heavenly Leader” _2 53: Chapter 21 “Heavenly Leader” _2 “””

In short, it wasn’t even on the same scale.

It was an extremely peculiar phenomenon that could only appear in this era, on a person like An Zhizhen.

From An Zhizhen’s own perspective, she didn’t actually have the concept of “using her ability to manipulate others.” Instead, she manifested her consciousness into the mental worlds of others, with the limitation being her own human brain.

Even without using cursing prohibition, the surpassing quality of An Zhizhen’s consciousness would unconsciously draw everyone who encountered her toward her, making her the center of the crowd like stars circling the moon, a born leader.

This influence had long transcended the realm of personality charisma, becoming almost an eternal truth, an unbreakable law—just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, with phenomena in the material world following the law of universal gravitation.

“Your consciousness has been completely shattered.

That was your state a few minutes ago.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t resist my power.”

She said.

“But indeed, there are a very few individuals who, if their will is strong and not overly biased, can piece together their self after their consciousness has been crushed once, through the inertia of the remaining fragments.

In my view, such people are the ‘qualified’ type.

This has nothing to do with whether or not you are a Curse Forbidden Master, but only with the quality of your spirit.”

An Zhizhen’s gaze shifted to a corner of the rooftop.

“As for those unqualified…

well, they would end up like that, turning into idiots.”

Kong Yulin followed the direction of her pointing finger and saw a strange creature in the corner, writhing like a snail without its shell, continuously leaking filthy blood and grime.

She recognized it now as her former companion, Deng Rong, Curse Forbidden Master.

But now he bore no semblance to a human being, either in spirit or in body.

Kong Yulin could only feel a chill crawling up her spine, an unstoppable cold dread.

She didn’t like this man, but seeing him reduced to such a monstrous state, neither human nor ghost, filled her with an indescribable horror.

“Of course, I did lend you a small hand in recovering so quickly.

Otherwise, in the state you were when you woke, it could have taken you years of being a foolish woman to recover slowly, with the side effects of mental disorder and memory fractures lingering still.”

“Originally, you might have been wandering the streets or sent to a welfare center…

That would be quite leisurely, surely better than being a harmful Curse Forbidden Master, right?” she said.

Kong Yulin found her words as sweet as honey, even took pleasure in them, regardless of whether they were an insult or mockery.

Even now, Kong Yulin remained kneeling on the ground, without feeling the slightest humiliation, instead finding it perfectly normal.

But, even so…

The Curse Forbidden Master forced herself to suppress the peculiar surge of happiness within her and said,

“So, so…

your power can still be resisted…

right?”

“Resist?”

An Zhizhen seemed to hear an amusing joke, and once again, a pleased smile appeared on her face.

“I command you, try and see if you can kill me.”

K…ki…kill…

Kong Yulin couldn’t comprehend it at all.

Because the connection between this word and the woman before her had disappeared from her mind.

Furthermore, including words like chop, slice, stab, cut, carve, among others associated with harm, she remembered their meanings, but as soon as they were connected to An Zhizhen, they immediately severed.

This logical disarray brought about an unbearably intense pain, as if her brain was being scooped out bit by bit with an iron spoon, causing her entire body to be in such agony that it ceased functioning.

“Ha…

ah…

I’m…

I’m sorry…

please forgive me…

my audacity…

please allow me not to think…”

Kong Yulin’s face was twisted, her snot and tears mixed together.

She pressed her face deeply against the rough ground, rubbing hard until her forehead was a bloody mess.

“It’s impossible to have murderous intent or hostility toward me, right?

Rather, you now have immense respect and admiration for me.”

An Zhizhen stood up and walked slowly to stand in front of Kong Yulin.

“So, you are already my slave.

How do you feel about this fact?”

“I…

feel genuinely happy…

and unprecedented joy…”

“Mm, well answered.”

An Zhizhen’s clear voice descended from overhead to echo in Kong Yulin’s ears, somewhat muddled, as if from a deity above the clouds.

In both words and actions, everything was so natural, as if from the beginning, An Zhizhen was accustomed to such a transcendent perspective, overlooking the world.

After possessing such a surpassing consciousness scale, she naturally became indifferent to human nature—

Or, perhaps it was precisely because her nature was inherently cold that such an extreme power manifested within her.

Ultimately, which was the cause, and which was the effect, no one knew the answer but herself.

…

“Alright, as I said before, I need two test subjects, that means two.”

An Zhizhen clapped her hands, signaling Kong Yulin to stand up from the ground.

“So congratulations, Kong Yulin, you’ve survived for now.”

“Yes, it is my honor to be of assistance to you.”

“Then let’s start the experiment.”

An Zhizhen handed a camera to Kong Yulin.

“Film thoroughly, you were once companions after all.”

She turned to look at that “creature” in the corner.

“In life, he was scum, a pest of society.

But on the scales of value, every person’s life is equal, each having the chance to create value for this world.”

“Just like his companions.

Whether the traces he left at the end of his life can contribute to humanity’s future, that’s up to you.”

…

Kong Yulin silently powered on the camera, focused it, and aimed the lens at Deng Rong.

“June 25th, 2010…

The second experiment of superpower overdevelopment…

Three, two, one, begin.”

The creature squirming in the corner suddenly began to struggle violently, twisting and gasping in pain.

She remembered that Deng Rong’s ability was between the Human Immortal and Earth Immortal Series, a cursing prohibition with origins in the ancient wind deity Fei Lian.

The Human Immortal side of him was such that parts of his body morphed nearly into that of a bird, with hollow bones suitable for high-speed movement or even flight, along with growing talons and fangs; the Earth Immortal side was the ability to manipulate airflow, namely “Wind Power.”

Under An Zhizhen’s command, Deng Rong was exerting all his might to channel True Qi, employing his cursing prohibition regardless of losing control.

Typically, the Human Immortal Series of cursing prohibition would confer a certain degree of regenerative capability, although it was hard to reach the unheard-of extent of “Undying Bone,” it indeed offered more advantages compared to typical masters.

Deng Rong’s cursing prohibition, with its dual characteristics, never yielded significant power from both sides, necessitating recovery over time of minor flesh wounds, but now was showing results clearly exceeding its original capability range.

The body, already grievously injured, was miraculously beginning to sustain itself, with malformed flesh filling the wounds.

But simultaneously, “he”—or rather “it”—began growing jet-black feathers all over, while the limbs being reborn were abnormally slender, many hunched awkwardly outside.

Deng Rong…

was becoming a monster in the truest sense.

Kong Yulin pressed her lips tightly.

“Continue.”

An Zhizhen’s calm voice came from behind her, though it was unclear if the command was for Deng Rong or herself.

In general, such a situation was impossible.

When he still retained his sanity, Deng Rong had naturally thought of using cursing prohibition to relieve his injuries, thinking so much he nearly went mad; but he couldn’t do it, precisely because his human instinct held him back from committing the taboo—using cursing prohibition without restraint to transform his body.

This was a fundamental terror, humanity’s intrinsic terror embedded in collective racial memory, which made the Curse Forbidden Masters believe the consequences of such rampant overdevelopment were more frightening than mere death.

But this taboo, which should have been left unbroken, was of no consequence to that woman.

She used an even greater terror to crush human instinct, orchestrating all of this to happen.

…

In the end, Deng Rong transformed into a deformed giant bird, covered in wet crow feathers.

It opened its beak, filled with fangs, issuing several heartbreaking cries, while numerous twisted limbs attempted to prop up its body, only to buckle under the strain and break.

It collapsed onto the ground, the head of the monster hanging low, the rampant use of cursing prohibition leading to excessive exhaustion, its life force quickly waning, black eyes wide open, gradually clouding, dying with regrets.

It died.

“…Experiment concluded, subject deceased.”

An Zhizhen wrote down the final line of her record, set down the pen, closed the journal, nodding with satisfaction.

“Alright, clean this up here, let’s go.”

“””

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