"Seal!"
The Prison Realm, which had stood there all along, was activated by Kenjaku's Cursed Energy and instantly transferred onto Hawking, binding him tightly.
Seeing the cube with eyes that had bound him, Hawking revealed an amused smile.
"You wouldn't happen to be trying to seal me, would you?"
"No matter who you are or how strong you may be, since you failed to notice it during that one minute just now, there's nothing you can do no—"
Before Kenjaku could finish, his pupils immediately trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
He watched Hawking lightly push outward with both hands. The Prison Realm, whose sealing conditions had already been fulfilled, was forcibly pried apart and torn directly into fragments.
Could I have gotten a fake Prison Realm?
That was his first reaction.
Before that thought had even finished, he realized that Hawking had vanished.
"Not good!"
Before the sound could even leave his mouth, a hand had already landed on the back of his head.
"Let me tell you a truth: no matter how formidable your tactics are, before absolute power, they are nothing but an illusion."
Hawking immobilized Kenjaku with a Binding Spell and began searching through his memories.
At first, he had sensed that this Sorcerer was not quite normal. After all, whose body was controlled by a brain? He had thought it was some kind of special Cursed Spirit.
After looking into it, he discovered that after people died, their corpses were parasitized by this thousand-year-old Sorcerer named Kenjaku through a special cursed technique.
"Another extremist. Still, there are quite a few cursed techniques in that brain of his."
If one were to call this Sorcerer Kenjaku a purely evil person, that would not quite be true. He had schemed for a thousand years and carried