Curse

"Damn! Starting with a curse right away?!"

When the cold secret realm prompt appeared, Xiao Fan cursed as he turned to run.

The instant he turned around, a bone-piercing numb ache suddenly surged from deep within every limb and bone, like countless tiny, icy insects crawling madly through his flesh and veins.

On the surface of his exposed skin, dark-red lines like blood threads rapidly spread and climbed at a visible speed. Following his bulging veins like venomous snakes, they continuously corroded their way toward his heart.

Xiao Fan's attempt to flee abruptly froze mid-motion. It was as though an invisible hand was slowly draining all strength from his body. He staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Dull, needle-like pain came from the gaps between his bones, as if something were forcibly burning and tearing him apart.

"Ah!"

Xiao Fan clenched his teeth uncontrollably. A layer of fine, icy sweat instantly seeped from his temples and slowly slid down his jaw. Even raising a hand had become exceptionally difficult.

A piercing sense of danger suddenly welled up in his heart, chill rushing up his spine straight to the top of his head.

Xiao Fan's mind remained fairly clear, and he could still calmly consider countermeasures, but his body had already begun slipping beyond the control of his will.

This body was slowly escaping his control!

Panic quietly sprouted in his heart. Xiao Fan clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, relying on that sliver of pain to forcibly steady his wavering mind.

"I have to lift this curse immediately!"

He roared inwardly.

The curse in this room could not take his life instantly, but it was like a disease gnawing at the bone, silently and relentlessly consuming the vitality at the source of his body.

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