All Chapters of The Wedding Night Curse: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

The underground chamber of Blackwell Manor no longer felt like a simple ritual room. After Alika stepped down from the chains, the air inside changed as if something long buried had been forced back into life. The candles that had once burned warm yellow now flickered violently, their flames stretching unnaturally before slowly turning into a deep, unnatural blue that should not exist in the normal world.Alika stood at the center of the ancient symbols carved into the stone floor, yet her body no longer carried the fragility of a normal human. Her hair fell around her shoulders, her eyes were fully open, and there was no confusion left in them. What remained was a kind of awareness that felt too deep, too old, as if two lifetimes had fused into one body.Ethan stood near the iron door, his breath stuck in his chest. He looked at Alika as if trying to find someone who had just disappeared in front of him, but the longer he stared, the clearer it became that something had permanently c

The underground chamber of Blackwell Manor was still trembling after Grandfather Blackwell was dragged and collapsed onto the stone floor. His breathing was heavy, his body no longer fully under his control, yet Alika no longer truly paid attention to him. As if the old man’s role in this story had already been used up.Now, the only center of the room was one point.Ethan.And Alika’s gaze.Ethan was still standing inside the glowing blue symbol circle, but now the boundary no longer felt like a prison. It felt like something alive—something watching, judging, waiting for a final decision.Alika slowly stepped forward.And that single step was enough to change the entire room.Not collapse it.But shift it.The stone walls around them no longer looked like walls. They became dark reflective surfaces, like broken glass holding something else inside. Flickers appeared—not fire, not light, but fragments of events.Ethan stared around him, breath caught in his throat.“This…” his voice w

The underground core of Blackwell Manor no longer felt like a place that belonged to the human world.It felt like something beneath reality had finally opened its eyes, and everything above it was only a fragile surface pretending to still exist.The blue symbols on the stone floor pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm, like a system that had been dormant for centuries and was now remembering how to breathe again.Ethan stood inside the fractured circle, his body stiff, his breathing uneven, as if even the air inside the chamber no longer fully belonged to him.Beside him, Lazriel remained silent for a long moment, his eyes scanning the entire structure of the room instead of focusing on a single point.Because something fundamental had shifted.This was no longer a battle between individuals.It was a protocol that had resumed execution.And protocols did not respond to emotion.They only responded to completion.---Alika stood at the center of the chamber.Completely still.Yet nothing

The sky above the Blackwell Manor sacrificial ground changed completely.It no longer looked like a normal sky.It cracked like black glass, then darkened entirely, as if the world above them was being pulled into a single point of destruction.Lightning struck without sound.No thunder followed—only a terrifying silence.In the center of the sacrificial ground, Ethan was bound to the high ritual platform.His arms were tied, his body positioned directly at the center of the ancient Blackwell symbol.Grandfather Blackwell stood below him.His eyes no longer showed hesitation.Only final decision.---Alika ran toward the center of the arena.Her breath was broken, her eyes immediately locked onto Ethan’s bound figure above.“ETHAN!” she screamed.For the first time, her emotions broke free from all system control.Beside her, Emery stood still, but something inside him had already begun reacting to a deeper force beyond consciousness.The symbols in the air trembled.The Blackwell sys