Curse of Shattering (Twenty-Eight)

How decisive.

A moment later, Fu Qian stood before the ruins' entrance once more.

Unlike when he had arrived, the place was now completely deserted.

Perhaps they had considered the possibility that someone might actually harbor ill intentions. The Kamakura Family hadn't even left behind an ordinary person to take a look, lest they die for nothing.

There wasn't even a bird in sight.

All in all, it was a bleak and desolate scene, the perfect picture of a show ending and its audience dispersing!

But with official business keeping him busy, Fu Qian didn't linger to admire the view. He went straight into the ancient ruins for the third time.

"They really are all fine!"

Down the mountain, the people from the academy stared at the Kamakura Family, whose levels had been reset to zero, and gasped in amazement.

The irresistible curse from earlier no longer seemed to have any effect.

The marks that had clearly appeared on their bodies because of an upper-level power had also been removed with astonishing efficiency.

"So far, things look pretty good. There's no sign of it flaring up again."

With blood dripping from his hands, Kamakura Keiji described how he felt as he let them bandage him.

"Of course, as Mr. Yun said, the price is that we're now completely ordinary people."

Even as he spoke, he couldn't help sighing ruefully.

"At least you're still alive."

Seeing that the others also looked crestfallen, Chang Mo snorted.

"Or would you rather turn into a pile of rotting meat?"

That vivid description unsettled not only the Kamakura Family, but even the academy members. They couldn't help recalling that pool of glistening, translucent flesh. The air fell silent for a few seconds.

"Just what method did Mr. Yun use to accomplish this?"

At last,