I Canceled Your Curse

Fatigue often occurs after overwork.

When Kang Luode unleashed the legendary magic he had accumulated over decades, he felt an unprecedented exhaustion—a kind of exhaustion that drained his entire body and nearly caused his consciousness to return to nothingness.

No wonder even legendary mages dare not use legendary-level magic lightly; the consumption is so great.

But

He watched the nebulae rise and fall, the night sky rise and fall for him, and felt as if the world was in his hands. With this power, no other bloodline could possibly be his match.

"It's a pity that Senior Brother's head will be reduced to nothingness by this move."

Kang Luode smiled. Fortunately, he had buried a lot of Image Stone in the rift beforehand, and some should still be lucky enough to survive. When he crushed the Sword Saint, the scene would definitely cause a sensation, regardless of which side he was on.

He has endured hardship and bided his time for so many years, waiting for the moment to make a name for himself!

He never made a grand entrance before the world, waiting for his moment of glory. The Sword Saint was undoubtedly the perfect stepping stone for him to reach that glory. To ensure everything went smoothly, he did a lot of preparation beforehand, thoroughly understanding Jia Paer's every move.

Even so, he still almost crashed.

The purple star fell downwards, and Kang Luode's black aura turned into question mark shapes.

"How did my senior brother become so strong? It's impossible for him to have made such great progress in just one month, unless he's been hiding his true strength. But that doesn't make sense either. I've never seen him with his skin all red before. What's going on?"

He shook his head and muttered to himself, "Whatever, it's already a victory for me anyway—"

He raised his head and looked into the rift, at the very moment he believed he had secured victory.

Daylight broke.

It's noon now, the time when the sun is at its brightest. The warm sunshine feels wonderful on anyone.

Kang Luode couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the comfort brought by the sunlight.

Then he paused for two seconds, opened his eyes, and looked up at the sky.

The sun hung there brightly, shining on everything like a father.

Wait, why the sun?

Where are my stars and the night?

He was filled with immense terror, and when he looked into the rift valley, he saw a sight he would never forget.

The endless nebulae seemed to have had layers removed, disappearing abruptly in an instant along with the night sky.

Without any warning or indication, it simply vanished abruptly. The rift valley remained the same, just as it had been at the beginning.

Kang Luode was stunned.

Kang Luode tried to think.

Kang Luode gave up thinking.

Jia Paer's figure emerged from the smoke and dust, his Silver Shield shattered into pieces, and he still had an expression of unfinished business on his face, casually glancing at Kang Luode.

Just like how you can't feel alive without a cigarette after doing something exciting, Kang Luode was, in Jia Paer's eyes, that cigarette after the action—in short—

You deserve a beating!

"Damn it, I have to run!" Only when this thought appeared in his mind did Kang Luode belatedly drag his tired body and flee into the distance. But unfortunately, the Sword Saint was of higher purity than him and had already taken action when he thought of killing him.

"Thump!"

The giant club slammed Kang Luode, who had turned into a large cloud of black mist, into the ground. This blow directly brought him back to his original form, a bizarre humanoid creature with various biological features appeared in front of Jia Paer. But no matter what it looked like, he just had to fight it!

"No, wait, don't—"

"Thump!"

"Senior brother, senior brother, I beg you—"

"Thump! Thump!"

The pitiful pleas for mercy and the sound of giant clubs pounding the ground echoed within the rift, even creating a rhythm, like an interlude from the kingdom's most popular comedy.

This one is Master's, this one is Sera's, this one is Marco's, this one is...

The faces of old friends appeared before Jia Paer's eyes one by one. His former junior brother, now his enemy, begged for mercy and screamed in agony under his great club. Even the sword saint couldn't help but feel violent and other negative emotions.

"Senior brother."

Kang Luode was on the verge of death, and whether he had lost his mind or something else, he pitifully reached out his hand to Jia Paer, as if seeking help.

Jia Paer paused for a moment, and the image of his first meeting with his junior brother flashed before his eyes. Every little detail of the past appeared in his memory: training and playing with Kang Luode.

Then, expressionless, he raised the stick high, his strength increasing by two hundred percent.

The best way to clear the name of a villain is to kill him!

Just then, he suddenly felt as if his heart was being ripped apart, staggered, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

This is some kind of curse!

"Hey, hehe, senior brother, you just had murderous intent towards me, didn't you?" Kang Luode's voice became more spirited. "This is the power that the Demon King Bloodline has given me. Anyone who has negative emotions towards me will be cursed. The more agitated the emotions, the deeper the curse. After I detonate it, you will suffer pain every moment and never be able to be reborn. Hehe, I will take you with me even in death!"

"Pop!"

The sound of the lid being opened rang out.

Jia Paer took out the "Goddess's Blessing," opened the cap, and drank it all in one gulp. The black aura that had been wrapped around it, representing a curse, vanished without a trace. His face regained its color at a visible speed, and he looked even better than before.

The Goddess's Blessing lifted Kang Luode's curse.

He looked at the exquisite bottle and said, "Sain saved my life again."

Kang Luode's mind went blank once again.

This time, Jia Paer did not give him time to reconsider.

His wide-open eyes reflected Jia Paer's ferocious grin.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Kang Luode, the descendant of an unknown evil god and an unknown demon king, whose human blood far outweighs that of other races, and who dreams of unifying the demon race—

[Unable to rise again!]

After an unknown amount of time, the Titan Fortress sent out its boldest men to cautiously approach this place that filled them with deep fear.

General Gai Bi glanced at the bottomless chasm, took a deep breath, and shouted with reverence:

"I am General Gai Bi of the Arnor Kingdom, here to pay my respects to Your Excellency. May I ask if you require any of our humble assistance?"

He hadn't originally intended to come, but thinking of the terrifying scene of the legendary magic appearing and disappearing out of thin air, he felt he couldn't pretend nothing had happened and hide in the Fortress. It would be better to come and pay his respects to the mysterious powerful figure who might appear.

But he called out several times without getting a response.

"General, have those two powerful figures already left?"

General Gai Bi nodded, pondered for a moment, and then ordered, "Find a few floating beasts, and take some men down to take a look."

"Huh? Me?" The assigned garrison soldier began to regret his words.

"What if we find something left behind by a powerful person? We'll keep it for him for now."

When he was cowardly, he was truly cowardly; when he was brave, he was truly "brave." General Gai Bi was always such an extraordinary person!

The defenders landed at the bottom of the rift valley in fear. The valley had long been empty and flat from the battle, with only a few large craters and black bloodstains clearly visible on the ground. It was obviously made by smashing the ground with a giant weapon, which had such terrifying power.

Logically, legendary magic should leave behind a dense magical residue that ordinary people cannot withstand, but this place is clean and spotless, just like other areas on the border, with no magical residue at all.

Someone found a large number of silver fragments and collected them as treasures, believing that these were left behind by a powerful person and would surely be of great use.

"Hey, look what this is?"

Someone discovered the loose stone, and after opening it, they found a hidden piece inside.

"Image Stone?"

"It seems to still be active. Should we check what's recorded inside?"

"Let's not look at it casually. Go report to the general."

After reading the contents of the Image Stone, General Gai Bi fell silent for an hour. Finally, in a trembling voice, he said, "Destroy it. Strong people are all petty. This recording must not be spread!"

However, the law of things is that the things you least want to happen are the things that will happen.

General Gai Bi successfully destroyed this one, but Kang Luode buried a whole lot more Image Stone in the Rift Valley.

The world is never short of curious people and busybodies; there will always be someone who quietly returns to the Rift Valley to look for something else.

The next day—no, not even the next day, but the first night after the battle began and ended—the other Image Stone were already circulating.

For the first three days, the Image Stone circulated in a small area near the border of the Titan Fortress. At first, everyone was very careful and dared not spread it too widely. However, when they discovered that the protagonist in the image was a familiar figure— the Sword Saint Gapar —people were relieved.

Who is Jia Paer? He is a highly respected and approachable old swordsman. Moreover, he loved to show off when he was young. If the video could be leaked, he would probably be very happy.

On the fourth day, the footage went viral, with people vying to watch this rare and earth-shattering battle.

Meanwhile, Jia Paer was enjoying a hearty drink in a tavern.

On the fifth day, all kinds of flying mounts came out, and the battle scenes of the strong were spread everywhere. People were amazed by the legendary magic and the magical Silver Shield.

At the same time, Jia Paer was fast asleep in his hotel, scratching his belly contentedly.

On the sixth day, the video went viral and quickly spread to the mainland.

At this moment, Jia Paer leisurely rode his little Pegasus, slightly tipsy, towards Bede City.

On the thirteenth day, completely drunk, he lay sprawled on Pegasus like a rag doll, finally arriving in Bede City.

Through his blurry vision, he saw that Bede City seemed to have changed, or rather, it seemed to have become a place where colorful flags fluttered in the wind.

Welcome home, Sword Saint!

A huge banner hung in the sky above Bede City.

Jia Paer was sobered up by the fright.