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1: shaman

1: shaman

Boring.

A fresh skull laid at the palm of his hand, blood dripping down his skin. The terrified expression before this pitiful human's death still lingered on its ugly face, dried blood staining its cheeks. This skull belonged to a so called powerhouse from the Zenin Clan.

But one wave of his hand and this human's head popped off its body without putting up much of a fight.

How boring.

It had been more than a decade since he incarnated into a curse. Although his name has yet to resound in the world, Ryomen Sukuna was already a terror to the Zenin Clan who he unfortunately encountered several times already.

As if he and that clan had irrevocable enmity between each other.

"Sukuna-sama," Uraume appeared behind him, holding a basket that contained the rest of the Zenin clansman's corpse. Blood dripped from the gaps beneath the basket, soaking the wooden floor. Uraume made a face of grimace. "Shall I make lunch with this?"

"No," the King of Curses waved a hand. "Throw it away. A weakling like this maggot would ruin my appetite."

Ryomen Sukuna gripped the skull before it bursts into tiny pieces, blood splattering not only on his hand but also the floor beside his feet. Sukuna furrowed his eyebrows at this before he left the comfort of his seat. "Uraume, I'm going out. Clean this up."

"Yes, Sukuna-sama."

It's time to find some prey worth eating.

.

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"This place doesn't seem all that scary, madam."

"I tell you! Something must be down there! Every night, I've been hearing the voices of people I don't even know! How do you explain that?"

The young man with delicate eyebrows smiled, his upturned eyes forming crescents in the process. "Then, shall I take a look down there?"

"Go, go! I haven't slept properly since I've heard voices there."

Long Shen internally chuckled in amusement at the madam's antics. He, Long Shen, was a foreigner who got stranded in this place. The madam was the person who let him work at her place and even let him stay at an unused shed.

This young man, who had grown up in luxury, cried internally when he first slept in such a place.

But the madam was a nice person and the shed was clean and habitable. Shen shouldn't be complaining when someone was being kind to him.

So, when he heard the madam's worries and how everyone else avoided this cellar, Shen volunteered to head down and deal with whatever was going on. The other servants in the madam's house grew worried about him but Shen reassured that nothing bad would happen.

As he reached the bottom, Shen raised the lamp he held in his hand to illuminate the dark room. The moment he did, however, a face appeared in front of him the moment the light hit its face.

Shen simply smiled. "Hi, can you guys keep it down? You guys are disturbing the madam with your conversations."

"... you can see me?"

"Of course; do you think I'm blind?"

"..." - the spirit

Seeing that the spirit had gone quiet, Shen was about to leave but the spirit flew in front of him and blocked his path. "Wait! Wait! I need you to give the madam a message!"