Once the Cursed Spirit completed its evolution from a Cursed Womb into its fully developed form, the Domain Embryo that had covered the banquet hall all this time instantly became a complete domain.
Their surroundings no longer bore the banquet hall's luxurious appearance, but instead became something like a stage. Sherlock and the Cursed Spirit stood on opposite sides of it, surrounded by densely packed cameras and flashing lights.
The sight made Sherlock's heart sink. A domain-a complete domain imbued with a Cursed Technique!
In other words, the Cursed Spirit opposite him wouldn't even have to lift a finger to kill Sherlock. It only had to activate its Cursed Technique, and the domain's built-in sure-hit effect would spell disaster for him!
What made it even more fucking awful was that Sherlock didn't have a single goddamn countermeasure!
Simple Domain, Hollow Wicker Basket, even the Three Great Families' secret Falling Blossom Emotion-Sherlock hadn't learned any of them!
Partly because he hadn't found the time, and partly because Sherlock had never imagined that one day he would actually face a Special Grade Cursed Spirit alone!
It really wasn't that Sherlock wasn't cautious enough. The odds of something like this happening were simply too low.
There weren't that many Special Grade Cursed Spirits to begin with, and most were assigned to Special Grade Sorcerers like Satoru Gojo. Sherlock genuinely hadn't expected to encounter one, let alone less than six months after enrolling.
This treatment was even more outrageous than what this world's protagonist, Heavenly Emperor Tiger, got. For a moment, Sherlock wondered whether he and Satoru Gojo really were cosmically incompatible. Otherwise, it made no sense. Other people could go three years at school without encountering a single Special Grade, while Sherlock hadn't even finished his first semester and had already seen two