Cursed System-Chapter 45: Cursed Child

CURSED CHILD POV...

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"Mm," the voice inside me purred. "Let’s end this feast with a fine dessert. Let the world know pain. Devour everything."

My arm moved on its own, gripping his shoulders.

He froze, staring at me in horror.

Then his flesh began to melt—dissolving rapidly, like wax under hellfire.

And I watched silently, unfazed and umoving.

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CONTINUATION...

"F*ck off... wait—no—the gods... won’t let you off!"

The EYES OF THE GODS screamed as I held him, his eyes already hollowing out. His struggles were weak and futile, growing meaningless by the second as I watched silently, yet his face twisted into the fanatic ecstasy of someone dying for a cause he believed was righteous.

I felt amusement ripple through me—not mine alone, but ours. His resistance meant no more to me than a mosquito’s buzz, completely useless and worthless.

’Well then, dear Child,’

The voice inside me murmured pleasantly as if pleased about what had happened.

’The transformation efficiency of your flesh isn’t bad. Your body is unique... quite tasty, actually. Now then—let’s try something new. Our lovely shit show is nearing its end.’

I felt it chuckle within me, like a manic.

’The most important part is about to begin—if you truly are what I assume you to be... the reincarnation of the founding Godfathers.’

Though it spoke as if it was telling me, yet I knew better than anyone the truth. At that moment, I was little more than an empty shell, moving on directed impulse, fueled with nothing but rage and hatred.

When my rusty sword touched the EYES OF THE GODS, his body convulsed violently. A freezing sensation surged outward, and I felt something inside him change.

"You... what... are you... to dare devour... take... me?" he stammered heavily, in shock and fear.

Pain tore through his soul—I could feel it, raw and excruciating. His senses shattered. Confusion. Despair.

Then suddenly—he laughed.

A mad grin spread across his face, the kind only lunatics wore at the edge of oblivion.

"Mighty gods!" he cried. "Your servant offers his life willingly and longs for your descent!"

"Divine spell—Holy judgment!"

A violent counterforce slammed into me.

I staggered backward, one step after another, as the portal gate I had disrupted earlier suddenly resumed operation—spinning, accelerating, roaring with divine energy.

For the first time, I felt the presence inside me tense.

What a shame, it sighed. Dear Child... once again, his majesty’s experiment has failed.

A command pierced my mind.

Leave. Now. Go far away. Abandon the rusty sword.

Our time is up. No results—except one profound improvement. Enough to advance us to the next level.

The broken sword in my hand began to glow crimson.

It melted. Warped. Dissolved completely, as if it had never existed.

From it emerged the outline of a massive snake —it had huge wings as it was torn and blackened, with compounded eyes grotesquely large, claws long and devilish.

’At least this time,’ the voice mused, ’I met a dear friend and enjoyed his welcoming. His majesty will surely smile... perhaps even opened a bottle of his favorite red wine for me, indeed it was glorious and wonderful. Pleasing truly.’

I felt myself lose control as the voice took over completely, inhabiting the snake with wings monstrous body. Through its eyes, I looked back at the EYES OF THE GODS.

What once lived was now only a corpse—floating eerily in midair.

Then I felt it.

A terrifying divine energy surged into that dead body, forcefully implanting itself within.

Seconds passed.

Golden pupils snapped open.

Now.

The voice panicked—for the first time.

I felt the huge snake recoil instantly. As if it met that gaze directly, everything would end. The mission would fail—and worse, there would be no survival to tell the tale.

As the divine aura erupted outward, the huge snake body convulsed—

—and exploded.

BOOM!

Scorching flames erased the village from existence.

Wortham Village vanished into oblivion.

Even neighboring towns saw the sky burn orange in the distance.

When the fire died, not a single living soul remained.

Except one.

The scorched corpse of a child.

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The incident was declared the result of a Cursed Child’s birth.

Through the holy shrine, a new wave of purges swept across the central continent. Villages were searched. Children were tested. Countless Cursed Children were said to be appearing endlessly.

No one knew the truth—only rumors.

They spread like wildfire.

It was said cursed children could only be born as males.

Fear took root, in the minds of everyone who had male children.

Parents abandoned their sons. Infants were discarded without confirmation. Some were killed out of sheer terror.

Every ten years, Holy Knights and the EYES OF THE GODS traveled village to village. Under the banner of purification, children were taken away—never to be seen again.

Midwives were given spells to chant over newborn boys.

Many volunteered, as a way to help the Holy shrine purify children who could be cursed children.

If an ouroboros—a snake devouring its own tail—appeared on any male child’s back, he would be immediately marked as a cursed child, and would be taken for purification. If extra eyes formed as he grew, the verdict was sealed.

Those children were taken—by persuasion or by force—to distant shrines, "for the safety of the villages."

Anyone who sheltered a Cursed Child was scorned.

Bullied.

Condemned.

And often...

Burned alive.

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