15 Incurable Curse of Life

15 Incurable Curse of Life

“You are weird.” That’s the only thing I responded to with how long he commented before he attacked me again.

He then jumped up, pointing his saber at my direction and releasing a tremendous aura. But before he could reach me, I suddenly sensed the presence of an Augustia, another Augustia.

“Wait... you're not alone??” His forehead creased for a moment but he dragged his tremendous energy at me, so I quickly counter it and gritted my teeth. He totally increases his energy.

And he looks like he is enjoying it. And it tensed me up. “I'm always alone.” He said a bit clearing my question.

My forehead wrinkled. Is he being honest?

“You're lying.” The smile on his lips vanished and looked at me with a serious expression.

But I totally sensed something was wrong. I could still see the faint energy of the person who sent me in this period, on him.

He flipped in mid air when I countered his saber energy and landed on the ground with a bitter look in his eyes. “Who are you?”

“...” He keeps asking me the same question. Couldn't he feel that I don't like answering him? I should be the one asking him that. I can only see his lips but his face, as if like, once I turn around, I will forget his features. His masking is terribly troubling me.

“Timothy's daughter is purely mortal human, no mixed races at all. And it is totally impossible to have the power of Augustia within your body. There is still the faint aura of the curse residing on you,e ven if it is possible to receive a power from an Augustia, you can't use it with this enormous energy. You'll be completely eaten.”

“How did you see my curse?” This is serious. No one had seen the curse that Illeon had suffered before her death. And worst, I couldn't even feel the aura of it even I'm possessing Illeon's body. I just only knew the presence of the curse with a bit of memories of Illeon left for me.

“No, I should be the one asking you… With how the curse is deeply hidden, it only means, it is just only the shard of it. How were you able to dispose of some part of it?”

Shard?

"No one has been able to get it out of their body. Once it's attached, your lifespan will be slowly eaten away. And yours—it's something that totally can't be ignored. It got so much worse that now, all you can do is wait for your grave."

He suddenly became alert and looked in the right direction.

I followed his gaze.

Does he know the person I sensed earlier? The aura of an Augustia came from there, from the building of the regular programs.

But his expression tightened—he looked like he didn’t like the person who was in that direction.

“Killing you is useless… I didn’t know how you easily tracked me, though it didn’t happen before but you made my second time interesting.” He said and suddenly disappeared in front of me. He didn't jump down nor run past me. Seems like he is able to transport himself.

As he vanished from my sight, I sensed a weapon hurtling toward me. I instinctively dragged my feet away from its landing spot—just in time.

D*mn, this place is a complete mess. Dust exploded into the air from the impact, thick and suffocating. The weapon had pierced through the floor deck so forcefully that the debris nearly shot up my nose. It took a few seconds for the dust to settle, but no second attack followed.

However, the concealment the other person had been maintaining instantly faded—along with the aura of the one who had fired the arrow at me.

"Totally a liar."

I strode toward the arrow, unfazed. There was no sense of danger, but the aura of the shooter still clung to it, lingering like a ghostly warning.

I cursed under my breath.

I recognized the arrow.

The Guardians are here.

*****

Meanwhile on the other building’s roof deck….

"This place has become a den for lost souls."

Taking a small bite, he gazed up at the sky, savoring the taste. With each chew, a slow surge of energy coursed through him, as if the mere act of eating was restoring his strength.

Lost in the moment, he failed to sense the presence of someone approaching.

"Vincent."

His eyes widened—completely shocked.

The voice belonged to a pure mortal. No mixes. No traces of anything else.

"Jay-Ar."

Vincent quickly wiped his mouth and shut his meal box before turning to face him.

"What’s with that face? Hiding something?" Jay-Ar Torpin—one of the listed heirs residing in this school. And Vincent’s close friend.

Despite Jay-Ar’s well-built frame, impressive for someone so young, Vincent couldn’t sense any power within him. No traces of a strong aura.

In comparison, Jay-Ar was nothing more than an ant beneath him.

Yet, on the surface, Vincent played the role of the underling.

But the truth? Jay-Ar wasn’t even close to standing an inch above him.

However, Jay-Ar had this sneaky aura—elusive, unreadable. No matter how Vincent tried, he couldn’t quite grasp it.

Just like now.

Jay-Ar was staring at him, confused. While still wearing his pajamas.

“Bastard, are you just gonna keep spacing out?”

"Tch. And here I thought you'd enjoy watching me lost in thought. Guess I was wrong." He smirked, crossing his arms.

He chuckled and shook his head in amusement, then walked toward Vincent’s direction, his eyes roaming the sky.

"You’re acting weird again. What, did you choke on your own thoughts this time?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Vincent smirked. “At least I have thoughts to choke on. Can’t say the same for you.”

He gasped, placing a hand over his chest. “Ouch. That almost hurt—if I actually cared.”

“….”

Jay-Ar chuckled, shaking his head. "Why are you even here? Man, it’s 5:30 in the morning. Way too early for morning classes."

Vincent smirked, unfazed. "Hey, I should be totally offended—you just called me a bastard."

Jay-Ar raised a brow. "You just dodged my question."

He crossed his arms. “Maybe I just enjoy the quiet before the chaos.”

Jay-Ar sighed. "You totally do." He said, finally accepting that Vincent wouldn’t give him a straight answer.

Based on Vincent’s expression earlier—completely indulging in his meal—Jay-Ar had a feeling he’d also refuse to admit where the food came from, especially if it was something he didn’t want to share.

"Having a girlfriend really makes you secretive." Jay-Ar patted Vincent’s shoulder before turning away.

Vincent stood there, momentarily puzzled, his eyes following Jay-Ar until he disappeared from his view

Just then, a sharp pain struck his heart—like something was gnawing away at his very core.

"D**g it, that bastard made me take my medicine late."

Without hesitation, he hurriedly devoured the remaining heart’s meat from his meal. The rich blood from it trickled down his lips as he chewed, savoring every bite before swallowing it down.