Rose rode a Motorcycle, the throttle twisted almost all the way as she sped forward.
She had little time left. She had to do everything she could to save herself.
As she rode, Rose glanced discreetly at the back of her hand.
She could clearly see that her once firm, smooth skin had begun to sag.
She had only been in her early twenties, but now her bodily functions and the condition of her skin resembled those of someone in her thirties.
Rose understood that the Rule-Type Weird's aging curse had taken effect.
As someone with a spellcasting Professional Sequence, Rose did have abundant mental power. As the Motorcycle sped along, her powerful mental strength gave her the ability to sense things in advance.
After riding at full speed for several hours, Rose arrived alone at a convoy.
"Excuse me, are you Master Bukong of the Saint Monk Sequence?" Rose pressed her palms together, looking very devout as she approached a bald old man in a kasaya.
"Amitabha. You must be Miss Rose? This old monk is indeed Bukong."
They had already contacted each other through their Doomsday Phones. The old monk spoke to Rose with a kindly expression.
"I'm afflicted with a terrible curse. Master, you possess a Buddhist blessing skill. Please help lift this curse from me," Rose requested, lowering her head.
"Heaven cherishes all life. This old monk will certainly do everything he can," Master Bukong said with a nod.
He then extended his palm toward Rose. Golden Buddhist light surged from his hand and spread over her.
The Buddhist power, supremely unyielding and yang, seemed capable of suppressing all evil.
A moment later, Master Bukong lowered his hand and softly intoned, "Amitabha."
"How did it go? Master, have you dispelled my curse?" Rose asked him expectantly.