[Under the deterrence of your absolute strength and your cold, emotionless gaze, these villagers, who had spent years entrenched in the remote mountains and forests, accustomed to solving problems with ignorance and violence, finally felt the fear of coming up against someone they could not handle.]
[With the lock you had crushed in one hand and the farming tools you had effortlessly seized, a deathly silence fell over the scene. Not a single villager dared step forward or make the slightest untoward move. They could only stand trembling like quails awaiting slaughter.]
[Before the police responding to your call could drive up from the town below the mountain, Suguru Geto, who had slipped into the darkness to find the "culprit," returned first.]
[With a faint rush of air, Suguru Geto's tall figure emerged like a ghost from the shadows of the trees at the village's edge.]
[His expression was somewhat grim, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes carrying an indescribable sense of absurdity and mockery.]
[He walked over to you and lowered his voice to explain what he had discovered.]
[The culprit behind the village's string of so-called "spirited away" incidents and deaths was no terrifying Grade 1 Cursed Spirit. It barely even qualified as Grade 2. It was merely an extremely weak, low-grade cursed spirit without even a fully formed innate cursed technique.]
[Its ability was extremely limited and passive: it could only briefly disrupt the spatial awareness and sense of direction of creatures that approached it.]
[Precisely because this village lay deep in steep mountains, villagers unfortunate enough to approach it would often lose their bearings, miss their footing, and fall to their deaths off a cliff without anyone knowing.]
[And because it hardly moved at all, like a poisonous weed growing beside a cliff, it ordinarily gave