Chang'an City Airport.
Night fell as the plane landed at Chang'an City Airport after a twenty-hour flight from the Far Side of the Ocean.
"Calamity lives in this city..." The Curse King had not slept soundly the entire journey. Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the professor standing before him, telling him before his departure that he was to undertake an arduous mission, and that Calamity lived at his destination.
He had even forgotten how he had walked out of the professor's office. By the time he came to his senses, he was already on the plane.
Of the five remaining kings, the Curse King was the first to arrive in Chang'an City.
Some of the others were on missions, while others could not be reached for the time being. The Sea King, for instance, was currently vacationing in the Somali Trench, ten thousand meters underwater, with no word from him.
"Why am I the first one here?" The Curse King felt utterly unlucky. Had something cursed him?
His ability was "cursing," which could kill without a trace and worked in mysterious, unpredictable ways. But he could only use it on others, not himself.
"You're asking me about something this trivial? Deal with it yourselves!" A loud voice interrupted the Curse King's thoughts.
The Curse King frowned. Who was being so inconsiderate, making such a racket in public?
He soon found the source of the voice: a gaunt, middle-aged man wearing a bright red robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. He spoke on the phone like some big-shot boss.
"What the hell? Dressed like a freak and shouting into his phone. A bastard with a mother who never bothered to raise him!" the Curse King snapped. He was already in a foul mood, ready to