Dagon, the red octopus, stared blankly at his domain as it suddenly shattered. As expected, its destruction also plunged him into cursed technique burnout, leaving him unable to use his innate cursed technique.
If he had been an octopus freshly hauled out of the water, desperately struggling to avoid being chopped up by the butcher before...
Then now he was an octopus the butcher had caught and locked in a tank, left to watch helplessly as his fate approached: being sliced up and turned into takoyaki.
* Fuck!!! *
Dagon's pupils trembled violently. He could not understand why his domain had suddenly shattered. Domains were fragile on the outside, not the inside! Besides, all his opponent had done was stab the ground with that little battered blade.
This human... just who the hell was he?!
A gulp sounded in Dagon's throat. By all rights, he should have started figuring out how to escape.
Yet that was not what occupied his mind.
Before his eyes, the human who possessed absolutely no cursed energy walked toward him step by step, his body tilted slightly. Despite being an ocean cursed spirit, Dagon felt as though seawater were engulfing him, suffocating him.
Toji Fushiguro was both a human and a tyrant.
With a single step, he vanished from where he stood once again. Dagon's nerves went taut as he tried to react quickly enough to dodge.
In his state of cursed technique burnout, he stood no chance against the human before him. Whether he wanted to escape the battlefield or turn the fight around, Dagon had to hold out until the burnout ended and he regained the ability to activate his cursed technique.
But even when he could still use his cursed technique and expand his domain, he had been utterly outmatched by the