On the way back to the hotel, Coleman hummed a tune, swaying as he walked.
The temperature finally faded from his crimson eyes, and the terrifying glimmer they had held at the "slaughterhouse" was gone.
[Kid, I advise you not to do anything dangerous. My lord will not spare you.]
A dull voice echoed in his mind, carrying an ancient resonance. It sounded both like a warning and a piece of advice.
[As long as you make your offerings on time, my lord will help you deal with that "Evil Dragon."]
The curse spoke as though it were only natural, clearly not taking seriously the power the evil god had used to suppress it.
After all, the power within Coleman was a version weakened tenfold.
How could some insignificant little evil god with no name, no surname, and no trace of existence in history possibly defeat the Lord of Curses?
Besides, the curse did not think its demand was excessive.
This brat Coleman had always walked a path of murder. All it wanted was to devour a portion of his victims' life force before they died.
They were going to die sooner or later anyway. Wasn't it only natural for them to offer their strength to its lord before death?
Mocking thoughts echoed through his mind as the curse continued to tempt him. [Once my lord revives, it will grant you everything you desire.]
Power, status, wealth.
Even the resurrection of the dead.
As long as the Lord of Curses fully awakened, that so-called life force would be nothing more than energy to squander at will.
So long as malice existed in this world, the Lord of Curses would endure forever.
None could rival it!
"Huh?" Coleman smiled and repeated meaningfully, "Everything I desire?"
How arrogant.
He narrowed his eyes