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Chapter 2
*(In the distant past, the gods created the universe.
But there was one thing even they could not undo — the Curse.
He was looked down upon by the others, ridiculed, humiliated.
Perhaps that was the last time anyone dared.
He slaughtered those who mocked him and laid a curse upon them, ensuring that their descendants would be forever bound by it.
The curse was merciless — the mildest form caused headaches or memory loss, the worst tore a soul apart.
Yet, in the end, he too perished for his sins…
His body sealed away into a box — a vessel that carried the curse itself.)*
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*(The Fourth Dimensional Space — a realm that follows no ordinary flow of time.
A place almost impossible to reach, unless one has crossed the boundary between life and death.
I sacrificed many Souls to enter this place.
Why?
Because here, death can be undone, and the Curse loses its grip.
"...Perfect."
Scars cover my fingers, bleeding endlessly.
I have trained too long, mastering the Art of Control.
In my subconscious, I know I possess nine abilities.
But the more I learn, the more I unlock… the more symptoms appear.
It began with coughing blood.
Now, my body rots slowly.
I do not have much time left.
I know my end is near — but I do not fear it.
I want to remain myself.
What I have always wanted… is to protect them — the ones I love.
But because of my selfishness, I made mistakes I cannot undo.
Now I must make it right.
I'm sorry… I want a death worth remembering.)*
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"Death… hah… I will surpass it."
A man bleeds from his eyes as he stares at the one who destroyed everything here.
"...Why?"
His family, the innocent people — all gone because of this madman's desires.
The man steps toward him, seizing his head and pressing a blade against it.
"...End it!"
Evil Docter — a man who has always pursued immortality, who has always feared death.
The clock he carries… changed everything.
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