The Strongest Curse Master - Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Evil Eyes Chapter 204: Evil Eyes ‘She being rebuilt faster and stronger every time,’ Ace thought, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of what he was witnessing.

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Sonia defy logic, her body recovering with terrifying efficiency.

It wasn’t just him-other curse users exchanged uneasy glances, equally baffled.

None of them could comprehend how a curse slave, bound by the limitations of her kind, could be so overwhelmingly powerful.

Not only had Sonia managed to kill a Knight-tier curse master, but she had also come dangerously close to taking down a Hero-tier curse master-an unthinkable feat.

If not for the interference of other curse masters, she would have succeeded in killing him.

Worse still, she appeared to have sustained no lasting damage and was brimming with energy, her movements were faster, sharper, and relentless each turn.

Even Matthews couldn’t deny the growing realization creeping over her.

When Sonia had faced off against the C.I.B.’s senior agents and declared she would take on everyone to save her father, Matthews had dismissed it as an overestimation of her own abilities.

Now, however, Matthews recognized that Sonia hadn’t been bluffing.

While killing Sonia might have proven impossible so far, immobilizing her was far easier.

Yet, despite the odds stacked against her, Sonia had shown she could back up her bold words back then.

“Awooo!” For what felt like an eternity-though it was closer to four minutes-Ace and the other curse users watched in grim silence as the roots drilled mercilessly into Sonia’s body.

Her flesh struggled to regenerate, only to be pierced again, the pain fueling her agonized, feral howls.

The sound was maddening, yet the curse users kept their composure, though sweat glistened on some of their brows.

EAD Matthews stood motionless, her expression cold and calculated, not lifting a finger until the five-minute mark was up.

Finally, with a faint flick of her fingertip, a burst of curse energy shredded the roots binding Sonia.

The feral woman collapsed to the ground, writhing, but before she could resume her hunt, Matthews pressed her down with an oppressive wave of energy, pinning her firmly in place.

Just then, a young, almost childlike voice echoed through the hall, breaking the tension.

“Looks like the C.I.B.

has managed to recruit another monster into its ranks.

Congratulations.” Ace’s head whipped around, searching for the source of the voice.

To his shock, he saw a boy-no older than eight-walking casually through the crowd of curse users.

The guards parted for him with deference, their heads slightly bowed, as if he were royalty.

The boy moved with an eerie confidence, his youthful features at odds with the authority he exuded.

Mrs.

Martin didn’t waste time on pleasantries.

Her tone was sharp as she demanded, “Where is Aurelian’s eyes?

Wasn’t this resort supposed to be under her management?” The boy stopped and tilted his head, his innocent expression unreadable.

“It is,” he replied simply before turning his curious gaze to Ace.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he walked toward him, his small hands clasped behind his back.

“Is he also with the C.I.B.?” “Yes,” Matthews responded without hesitation, her voice as steady as ever.

The boy circled Ace slowly, his gaze scrutinizing him like a scientist examining a specimen.

“Interesting,” the boy muttered, his voice laced with both curiosity and amusement.

“I can’t believe there exists a mortal who wasn’t driven mad after listening to those howls for four minutes straight.

Interesting… but, unfortunately, you’re off-limits.” The boy clicked his tongue in frustration, his annoyance clear.

Ace’s heart raced as he forced himself to stay still under the boy’s penetrating stare.

His mind screamed, ‘I should’ve pretended to faint!’ While he’d done his best to act the part of a terrified teenager, shaken and frozen by the carnage, his lack of reaction to Sonia’s maddening howls had clearly drawn suspicion-from both the boy and Mrs.

Martin.

The boy’s gaze lingered on Ace, unblinking and predatory like a child deciding whether to pull the wings off an insect.

The sensation of being watched so intently made Ace’s skin crawl making him feel like a specimen on a cutting board, causing him to struggle to keep his composure as the boy’s small smile widened slightly, sending a chill down his spine.

“He does have a powerful dormant curse on him, could that be the reason?” EAD Matthews asked, her tone sharp, directing her question at the boy as she tilted her head toward Ace.

The eight-year-old’s crimson-red eyes flickered to life, glowing faintly as they scanned Ace from head to toe.

After a moment, he shook his head, his expression neutral.

“No, I don’t sense any dormant curse on him,” he replied confidently, his voice calm but firm.

“Are you sure?” Matthews pressed, narrowing her eyes.

She gestured at Sonia, still pinned to the ground, growling like a feral animal.

“That Werefur curseling’s instincts feel an existential threat from him.” Matthews valued the eight-year-olds opinion because he was Evil Eyes, an elder of the McSuile family who cast a glance at Sonia, his expression momentarily thoughtful.

He stroked his chin, his small fingers moving with an oddly adult-like precision.

“Is that so?” he murmured, narrowing his glowing eyes at Ace, studying him like one might examine a puzzle with a missing piece.

He stood silently for a few moments, considering Matthews’ words.

Then, with a slight shrug, he concluded, “A dormant curse strong enough to evade my senses is technically possible, but I don’t think any mortal could survive hosting one like that-let alone walk around as if nothing’s wrong.

Maybe that Werefur is wary of him for some other reason.” Matthews frowned but said nothing.

Evil Eyes continued, his voice almost clinical.

“Even dormant curses, despite being inactive, put an enormous strain on their vessels.

Unless the vessel is strong enough to hold the dormant curse, it would collapse under the dormant curse’s weight before the curse is even activated.” “You’re useless,” Matthews snapped, throwing up her hands in frustration.

She glared at the boy, her patience clearly at its limit.

“Where is Aurelian Eyes?” Her irritation was palpable as she folded her arms tightly across her chest her mind wandered thinking, ‘I should be home right now, catching up with my daughter’s life.

Instead, I’m stuck here babysitting two teenagers who aren’t even mine.’ Her expression carried a mix of annoyance and exhaustion, though her stern demeanor never wavered.

Evil Eyes raised an eyebrow at her outburst but said nothing, his expression faintly amused.

Meanwhile, Ace shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their scrutiny, silently cursing his bad luck.