Cursed System-Chapter 95: Death of a family member 2

RAGNA POV...

A savage energy bled out from my body in violent waves, pressing down on everyone around me like an unseen hand tightening around their throats, and as I slowly forced myself to stand, my legs trembling so badly they almost gave out, no one could tell whether that quiver came from the boundless rage clawing its way out of my chest or from the simple, unbearable truth that I had just watched my father die with my own useless eyes.

In that instant, the darkness nesting within my six eyes ignited, dim crimson lights spiraling violently in my pupils like blood-soaked storms, and anyone foolish enough to meet my gaze felt it immediately—the awakening menace of something ancient and hateful crawling up from an endless abyss—while the suppression grew heavier, thicker, until breathing itself felt like a crime.

Every person within the house clutched their heads or stiffened in place as their minds throbbed painfully, the air twisting and warping as faint murmurs echoed everywhere, the cries of children and wailing babies layering over one another, ghostly voices whispering too fast to understand, as if countless tragedies were being retold all at once.

I felt like I was standing at the edge of madness.

The thing I had tried to avoid for so long had happened anyway, cruelly, mercilessly, right in front of me, and all I could do was watch as my father—my father—was tortured and killed, powerless, pathetic, frozen by fear.

The world meant nothing to me anymore.

If I couldn’t share it with the only four people who had ever truly loved me, then what value did it even have, and now the man who had always stood beside me, who had called me his son without hesitation or shame, who had loved me no matter what the world said—I had watched him die.

Worse still, I had hidden like a wounded animal while it happened.

I had been too scared to fight.

"Why?" I screamed, my voice cracking as it tore out of my throat while I glared at the black steel knight. "Why did you kill him?! If you wanted someone dead, you should have killed me instead!"

I didn’t care anymore.

I didn’t care if I lived or died.

At that moment, I was nothing but a mad beast, desperate enough to throw my life away for even the smallest chance to sink my teeth into my father’s murderer.

With a broken snarl, I tore my left wrist free from the knight’s grasp, muscles screaming as I poured everything I had—every ability, every technique, every drop of hatred—into my body, my teeth grinding together as the strain nearly shattered me from the inside.

Grey mist exploded outward, wrapping around me like a living shroud as my strength, speed, and reflexes surged unnaturally, power flooding my legs as I kicked off the ground and lunged at him with everything I had left.

And then—

Thud.

A dull, humiliating sound echoed as my body slammed into the floor, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs, and in the same instant an overwhelming pressure crashed down on my mind, crushing my consciousness like glass beneath a boot.

Agony erupted from the back of my head, white-hot and blinding, as the black steel knight tightened his grip on his whip, waiting, watching, prepared to erase me the moment I twitched.

His cold golden pupils stared down at my limp body like a predator eyeing its prey before the final bite.

I tried to move.

I really did.

But my limbs refused to obey, my body useless and heavy as lead, and all I could do was lie there and stare, my vision swimming as the image of the bastard who killed my father burned itself into my soul.

Even though Cursed Menace still raged within me, even though my skills were active, it felt like all that power was leaking out of me, pouring away uselessly like water through a broken basket.

Pain ripped through every nerve, my sudden surge of strength dispersing into nothingness, and as my consciousness slipped further, memories flooded in—my mother’s face, Ada’s trembling hands, Belle’s tear-filled eyes, and finally my father, lifeless on the floor. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

My chest felt like it was being torn apart.

’Mother... Father... sisters... I’m sorry.’

’This is all my fault.’

’If not for me, Father wouldn’t have died. Mother wouldn’t be suffering. Ada and Belle wouldn’t be crying.’

Tears blurred my vision as I realized these were my final moments, and yet, strangely, my thoughts drifted not to my family—but to the system.

If I couldn’t protect them by their side...

Then I would protect them from the shadows.

With fading focus, I summoned the system interface.

{Host Attributes}

»Level (Rank-): 8

»Name: RAGNA Ringwood

»Titles: Cursed Child

»Race: Unknown

»Exp: 25,000 / 30,000

»HP: 100 / 100

[Attributes]

›Mana: 30

›Strength: 30

›Perception: 30

›Vitality: 30

›Agility: 30

›Mana Sensitivity: 30

›Mental Fortitude: 30

{Attribute Points: 250}

’Open Bloodline, Abilities, and Skills,’ I thought weakly, my vision narrowing as the list appeared.

{Bloodline, Abilities, and Skills}

©Bloodline: Curses, ?????

»Dash – Level 2

»Curse Regeneration – Level 2

»{Immunity to Toxin, Fire, Cold, Illusion} – Level 3

»Curse Menace – Level 1

»Curse Charm – Level 2

[High-grade meditation technique} Acquired]

»Curse Morph – Level 2

»Curse Metamorphosis – Level 1

»Curse Eyes – Level 2

»Silent Walker – Level 1

»Earth Manipulation – Level 5

»Fire Manipulation – Level 4

»Wind Manipulation – Level 4

»Water Manipulation – Level 2

»Bestower

»Wild Rider

My blurred gaze lingered on the screen, my finger twitching as if I could activate one last thing, and just before darkness claimed me completely, a single notification rang out in my mind.

[Congratulations! +55 Attribute Points have been added to F—]

I never saw the rest.

My consciousness shattered, my body going limp like a broken doll as the black steel knight dragged me across the ground without resistance or care, as if I were nothing more than loot taken from a battlefield.

Outside my home, the world had already changed.

Torches burned brightly in the night as people gathered, their faces twisted with contempt and fear as they stared at the so-called demon child in the knight’s grasp, loud cheers erupting as if they had just survived a great calamity.

Some spat on the ground.

Some smiled victoriously.

Some trembled in fear.

But none pitied me.

Laughter echoed without restraint, cheers and shouts filling the darkness, their shadows stretching like endless abysses beneath the firelight.

And within that darkness, six children stood hidden behind their families, their small hands clenched into fists, their eyes burning with hatred and fury—silent witnesses to a sin the world would one day pay for.