The God of Jesters
Chapter 598 - 9.10.5 A weird kind of baby.

Chapter 598: 9.10.5 A weird kind of baby.

This simple curse might appear weak, and there are many ways to deal with it in the modern world, but at this time, it was something to fear.

I saw their pain, the horror on their face as they fell into the pain, crying for help. A help that will never come to them.

While these men were still in shock, I picked up the fallen stick on the side and then aimed at the man’s eye. Before he could process my actions, I pushed the stick down into his eyes, crushing his skull in the process. "Be my sacrifice," I spoke as the power of the curse increased and I noticed that I could spread it to a greater number of people.

"This bastard... he killed Lico." Spoke one of the men as he helped the young master up.

"He is using the curse... I don’t know how." The butler of the young master spoke, before shouting. "Throw stones at him from the distance." was the perfect idea in this situation, something I would have fallen to if I was in their shoes.

Which would have led me to my failure if my enemy was me. "Stones are no problem to me." The pain, any kind of pain will elevate the curse to a great level. And for me as an undead, the pain of my skull broken open by the stones just added to my strength.

It was so wonderful, watching these fools as they helped me cultivate this curse for the better.

This was followed by me falling, as too many injuries had accumulated on my body, but the stone pelting didn’t stop, they kept doing it non-stop, intending to kill me with it.

And I would have to disappoint them. ’Blood is the currency of the soul.’ As my body lay there dying, some of the blood flowed out of my body and spread in the area. Spreading my soul to other graves.

Some of which still contained some not-so rotten corpses inside. "Awaken, myself." Before these men noticed, a rotten hand crawled out close to them. But being too distracted while killing the kid, they failed to notice this oddity before it was too late.

*Chomp.

The first victim cried in pain as his leg was bitten by a rotten head. But with a bit of push and my shallow mimicry due to weakness. I can’t create clones, the most I can do is control the corpses to a small level and then use them to spread my curse.

And although this corpse alone can be defeated by a child with a stick. Their strength mattered not. What did matter was the psychological pressure it brought to these village folks.

"Undead... the dead are rising." Should the men as they abandoned my broken body and started to run toward their village. Finally giving me a small respite.

And it was a small one. Knowing how generally the undead incidents were dealt with in the olden days, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before torches were lit, and I was turned into ashes.

"I can’t allow that to happen." The broken body posed no problem to me, ignoring the pain I got up and checked around the area. There were some intact bodies, but none as fresh as the one I currently possessed.

As for the one below me. "I would have to do with you." Although I had crushed the break of this man through the stick, it was still a wholly complete corpse. And even if it can’t supplement my soul with the thoughts formed in the brain. It was still better than a broken body that can’t move much.

"This village will see a reckoning." I had little time to waste. Playing around would have been my priority if not for the current considering I found myself in. Which is why I planned to destroy this place, this illusion.

"Hopefully, I can learn something from here." Was my thought as I noticed an oddity in the distance."Oh hey, kitty... Interested in some flesh?" I asked it. Finding its body perfect for the job at hand.

Sadly, it would seem the cat was not so foolish, it could probably feel something was wrong that even the appeal of fresh blood and flesh didn’t make it move an inch. "Sigh, if you won’t have it, then I will take it." sadly, time was of the essence, and I can’t wait to woe this cutie to my side. Which is how I acquired a working body.

And by the time I had opened my eyes in this body of mine. The little cat had long disappeared from my side.

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Conflicted after meeting Remira again, Farhad had still chosen to enter this bizarre place and found that something was stuck in his neck. "What?" He puked blood before throwing out what appeared to be a small barbed. "Mouse?" He asked, finding it bizarre how a thing like this appeared in his neck and why his neck hadn’t healed as of yet. Which finally made him abandon the affected cells and forcefully close the wound. The same method he used while dealing with Remira’s flames.

"I... should probably keep it." Although he found the situation a bit odd, he chose to accept it for what it was." A clue." There were no survivors in the cave of wonderment. There were none. So one more clue was better than none. Even if this clue was given to him through pain.

"I need to... find him." Farhad got up and looked around the area. Finding himself in what seemed to be a town of sorts. The architecture was hard to make out due to the years of erosion and the fauna taking over the buildings, but Farhad understood that this town was old, far older than anything he had ever seen.

"HELLO!!!" He shouted, but no sound came to him. "Is anybody here?" He shouted again, but by this time, he already expected that no none would answer his call. "What should I do?" He wondered for a bit, before finding an odd trace of vitality in the distance and if he focused harder, similar life signs appeared all around his body.

’It’s too weak though, fading but not at the same time...’ Generally this level of vitality was a sign that someone was in death and warmth was leaving their body. But for some odd reason, this warmth had been maintained to this time without an issue.

"At least, this keeps my mind occupied." Anything that will keep him away from thinking of this meeting with Remira, he will take it.

However, this thought didn’t remain in his head for long as he noticed an odd trace of vitality moving not too far from him.

Its size is too small to be human. But Farhad can tell that this thing was alive, unlike the bodies from before. "Finally some signs of life." These were his thoughts as he followed this trace, hoping to find some answer or get closer to Malidi in one way or another. But he was not a fool, each step that Farhad took was taken slowly, for who knows what kind of things this place was capable of conjuring up.

But who knew? When Farhad finally got close to this trace, all he found at the end was a body—one of the many he had seen before, with the only difference being... this one belonged to a child, around a year of age.

"This." The size matched. "Did it die?" Farhad wondered. Although he had killed before, and shown an inhuman level of cruelty. But he had never harmed a child. More so a child so young. "Hey, kid," Farhad spoke. "Are you alive?" He spoke pushing his hand forward, but stopping soon enough. "What if?" The child did appear dead, matching the same level of vitality as the rest.

But unlike others, this kid seemed alive not too long ago. Which was reason enough that Farhad ended up touching it.

And then found himself in a warm room with a shouting mother on the side and an angry man who shouted while shaking his collar. "You bastard... You cursed my child."

Farhad had fallen into a world of his own.

"What?" He wondered, looking toward the dead child who had lost all its vitality under his palm. "I called you to free him of the curse and this is what you do." The father shouted again. But Farhad was too startled by the whole change that just happened around him.

"Mirza, it’s not his fault. Your boy was already far gone... we called Master Tudu a bit too late. Look at him, even he is sad with what happened." One of the men in the scene rushed toward the man and held him back.

’Master Tudu?’ Farhad wondered, before looking at the child again. ’Curse killed the child.’ He thought, before focusing a bit and noticing what these people were talking about from "curse".

"This is undeath... In a child? Who would do such a thing?" Farhad wondered, as flames of samadhi left his palm and under the horror of the father and the destitute mother. The child caught fire.

"Master..., what are you doing?... My child!" Cried the woman, while the father even went more ballistic. But Farhad who adapted to the situation cleanly explained. "The flames purify the dead, it will free the child’s soul of the undeath that plagues him... even if it’s not this life, he will get to live a better life next time."

He explained while keeping the clean body of the boy who had no burn marks back to the crib. Which did surprise the people around him. But considering who this master was, it was not odd.

They have heard that those who are masters of Curses are capable of feats that rival that of Mages. And this did appear like magic in their eyes.