Sure enough, when you had a guilty conscience, you could find any bug.
The grains of sand trickled down between his fingers at a steady rate. Under such exquisite control, even the total number of grains in free fall remained constant.
Yet within this stable system, the hazy colors reflected in the sand kept shifting. They were so faint that they were hard to pin down.
Scarlet Fever.
Fortunately, as someone with a long rap sheet, he had always been sharp-nosed when it came to certain things.
Fu Qian confirmed almost immediately that this was the same tainted force he had encountered many times before.
As a widely spread curse, it was quite well known among the transcendents of the Bookstore World.
The first time he had seen it, a certain reckless fellow had tried to use it as a threat.
In the end, he had died on the job, while Fu Qian had learned what the Scarlet Angel was.
His eyes had been opened even wider later, in the undersea prison of a certain megacorporation.
The things that burst out of those bodies had even contained part of a certain Holy Infant Disaster Star's plan to return.
And not long afterward, he seemed to have witnessed the birth of this curse—the king-slaying strike in the Long Night.
On the night of the assassination, "God of Mourning" had launched a sneak attack under cover of the Dark Moon.
Along with the Dragon King's Dimensional Poison, the strike had carried a special contamination.
Almost instantly, a curse much like the one before him had appeared on the Tyrant he was playing.
In short, it was a special power with deep ties to him, and one whose intellectual property rights belonged to the Tyrant.
But after he officially became the revamped version,