On his shoulder sat a Black-and-White Clown barely the size of two palms, cranking a music box.
Ding, ding, dong-ding, ding, dong-
Pleasant music kept spilling from the music box.
"Heeheeheehee-" The Black-and-White Clown's smile remained frozen as his body creaked with strange sounds like a rotting puppet.
"Pighead Monster-you wicked fellow-so this is what you wanted my curse for-heeheeheehee-you're going to break that little brat if you keep playing with him-heeheehee-"
The Pighead Butcher said impassively:
"He was too restrained. I thought throwing that boy from Blue Star in front of Him would stir His longing for home and accelerate His awakening. But judging by what happened afterward, it didn't do much."
The Black-and-White Clown smiled mysteriously and said:
"So-you used my curse? Heeheehee!"
The Pighead Butcher said flatly, "That was the only reason I let you out."
The Black-and-White Clown cranked the music box and laughed:
"But aren't you afraid my curse will kill him outright-heeheeheehee-you should know-the moment the curse activated-the disorder had already begun-once he starts going mad and growing paranoid-things will spiral completely out of control-"
The Pighead Butcher said flatly, "Do you really think He took no precautions against it?"
The Black-and-White Clown tilted his head, exposing the spring inside his neck.
The Pighead Butcher said flatly, "This place is called the Curse Territory. It naturally amplifies your curse, and I deliberately strengthened its influence."
"Otherwise, when He inflicted diseases on those werewolves, He would already have been able to identify the effects of your curse."
"And with His temperament, He would have suppressed that curse without hesitation and made sure it never had a chance to erupt."
The Black-and-White Clown let out peals of eerie laughter, his hand cranking the music box faster.
"Heeheeheehee-so what? The curse is out of control now-how is