There was a mirror on the wall.
In the mirror, an unfamiliar face was reflected.
Surprise slowly appeared on that face, as though he had encountered something bizarre.
-But the owner of the face had done nothing.
He had merely emerged from the Void and landed in this room.
The instant the Curse erupted-
Everything disappeared, and only he arrived at this unknowable place.
The next second.
Lines of Faint Glowing Text rapidly appeared in the mirror:
"The current Curse is renowned among all the ultimate Truth Constructs. It has fully erupted from your body. Its name is:" "Spirit King's Command." "Description: You are transported to the Truth Construct 'Feeding Shackle Ship,' where you must fight the cursed without interruption until you die of utter exhaustion, at which point the Curse begins to take effect within you." "-King of Curses."
Shen Ye looked at the notifications on the mirror and fell into thought.
Killing someone cursed meant becoming cursed yourself. You would inevitably be transported here, then fight to exhaustion, until despair set in and you were finally enslaved.
There was simply no way out of this.
The Curse even ensured that, as the slaves were replaced, the newly added slaves would be stronger and more capable in battle than the old ones.
-After all, a new slave could only be born by killing an old one.
Who had created such an inventive Curse?
Had the Spirit Wang run a pyramid scheme in his previous life?
Shen Ye thought silently, his gaze swiftly surveying the room.
The room was tiny.
It could only fit a bed, a desk, and a bathroom.
Two lines of human writing were engraved on the door:
"Room 1935." "Owner: Lu Shen."
As Shen Ye watched, the name "Lu Shen" gradually faded,