The Gaze from the God of Curses

In the middle room on the second floor of the inn, the man in black remained in deep concentration, his eyes tightly shut.

It seemed as if he was engaged in fervent prayer to some formidable deity.

Outside, the snowstorm raged on, growing more intense with each passing moment.

The man in black's countenance twisted into a grotesque expression, reflecting the immense pain he was enduring.

Yet, he showed no signs of giving up on his mission.

After a while, the man in black abruptly opened his eyes, revealing that they were now completely bloodshot.

Both of his eyes had undergone a startling transformation, turning into Cursed Eyes.

"I have finally attained the divine gaze of the mighty God of Curses! I now possess power that rivals that of a deity's messenger!" The man in black's heart swelled with elation.

Indeed, he had just prayed to the God of Curses, beseeching for the deity's formidable power.