"The curse has ended."
"Have you felt the changes in your body yet?"
Dracula's voice rang out. He stared at Rorschach with great seriousness, a faint expectation in his eyes.
As for the hostility and hatred he had shown toward Rorschach earlier, they had vanished completely.
It was as though the conflict between them had never happened at all.
Hearing Dracula say this, Rorschach hurriedly checked his body again but found nothing wrong.
Only then did he completely relax.
It seemed that whatever the so-called curse was, the system had forcibly interrupted it.
The energy within the ring had now been completely absorbed by the system, turning it into an ordinary ring.
"What just happened?"
"And what curse were you talking about?"
After a brief pause, Rorschach stared at Dracula and asked.
"Child, come. Let's sit somewhere and talk slowly."
Dracula's attitude toward Rorschach had changed completely. He waved to Rorschach with a gentle expression.
Like an elder receiving one of his juniors.
"Are you trying to get close to me?" Rorschach did not move, merely glancing sideways at Dracula.
"What happened just now was a wonderful misunderstanding. But now, we're family, so you don't need to be so hostile toward me."
"I won't hurt you again, child."
Dracula said to Rorschach with a smile.
Family?
Thinking of Dracula's earlier words—"the undead welcome you"—Rorschach quickly came to a logical conclusion.
"This ring can curse people into becoming undead?" Rorschach looked at Dracula in surprise.
But upon thinking about it carefully, well, that was indeed how the progenitors of vampires in Marvel had been born: through a curse.
"Yes, child."
Dracula nodded earnestly. "There's no need to doubt it. You're already a member of the undead. Welcome."
"Do you really think so?"
Rorschach looked at Dracula suspiciously. Could the old man's