"Shhk!"
Duan Fei drove the dagger through his own heart without hesitation.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
It was from both pain and excitement.
"This feeling... this pain... it feels so good!"
"Hahaha! Lord Jashin! Did you see that?"
But Duan Fei soon noticed something. Why was Zhou Fan completely unharmed?
"Why are you fine? I already cursed you!"
"You should be dead by now!"
There was no way his curse could fail!
Zhou Fan watched him, his expression as cold and aloof as a god's, his Sharingan glowing eerily.
"You mean you wanted to kill me inside my genjutsu?"
"What..."
Duan Fei's awareness wavered, and he realized he had been standing in the same spot all along.
Everything that had happened after Zhou Fan's wooden spike pierced his body had been a genjutsu!
His supposed curse had only taken place within that illusion.
"Your ability is quite good. I appreciate your talent. Join my organization," Zhou Fan said.
By now, he was essentially certain that Duan Fei's ability worked much like Hidan's. There might be slight differences in the underlying principles, but their overall abilities were the same.
An immortal body, plus the ability to transfer any injuries he sustained to the person he had cursed.
It was a powerful ability, a superpower built around a specific mechanic.
Dealing with an Esper like this was actually simple-just use genjutsu.
Duan Fei was clearly the sort who had little in the way of brains and relied on brute force for everything.
Genjutsu made handling someone like him effortless.
"Huh? I'm the leader of the Jashin Cult! And you want me to join your organization?"
"That's the greatest blasphemy against Lord Jashin!" Duan Fei shouted.
"Now I'll place the greatest curse of all on you!"
Zhou Fan couldn't be bothered to argue