Reverse Cursed Technique นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The old man's expression froze in shock. This Soul Devour Curse Seal was one of his strongest techniques. Yet this mere martial god-level youth had broken through it so easily!

The pack elders had ordered absolute stillness to ensure the silver poison didn't permanently corrupt his marrow. During her own previous confinement when her limb had been scarred during a hunt, Lucas had meticulously recorded every tactical lecture and transcribed the ancient runes for her use, ensuring her rank didn't slip despite her absence. She desired to return the favor, but her low-grade communication stone lacked the capacity to capture high-level magical projections. She was forced to ask Lucas to manage the archives on her behalf.

That said, he was getting a little upset when she kept looking down on him, constantly disrespecting him while doing so. “You may look normal judging from your vibrant lips and bright teeth, but you’d wear three different pieces of clothing while avoiding the wind despite the weather. This means that you’re obviously scared of the cold! “Your art of killing is none other than the Helianthus Technique! “You’ve been standing there for the longest time to see if you can use your technique to cure the old lady’s curse. “That said, you know there’s only a fifty percent chance of it working.” “How did you know that?!

I was unaffected by the curse because I'd somehow managed to reverse it. Miranda had initially asked her system to swap our grades for the SATs so that I would be the one getting a zero for her blank exam paper. However, I'd used the "grade-swap" talisman on her to swap our scores back, so she ended up getting her original score once again. It wasn't my fault that I somehow managed to find a loophole. I finally clicked on the "enter" button on the screen, but nothing happened. Dad got very anxious. He nearly pressed his face against the laptop screen as if he wanted to go inside to look for the score.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Thus, Caleb had said nothing more and passed the technique to Boreas instead. Boreas had practiced it for months. Every attempt to run the reverse current left him exhausted and depleted, his blood and vitalis thrown into chaos. After each session, he needed a long recovery before he could function normally again. Yet Oscar had received the method only the night before and had already reported success. "I don't believe it." Boreas' voice remained flat. "He's a broken man. There's no way he ran the reverse current successfully. You know how dangerous that technique is."

"It’s not lost. It was never written down because it’s not a composition. It’s an improvisation. It’s the response to the First Movement." I walked over to her, looking down at the screen. I saw the gaps she’d found—the "continuity errors" Ethan had missed. "Julian used a technique called 'Call and Response' encryption," I explained, my mind racing through the logic of it. "The First Movement provides a sequence of primes. The Second Movement—the one the user has to play to unlock the drive has to be the mathematical inverse of those primes. If you play the 'radio' version, the drive wipes itself. If you play the 'perfect' version Ethan wants, it stays locked."

Scrawled in frantic strokes, underlined three times: > "ONLY THROUGH SACRED SACRIFICE... SHALL THE SOUL BE FREED." --- Sacrifice. I read it again. And again. My stomach turned. For weeks we had tried to reverse the curse—through mirrors, blood sigils, forbidden songs. But none of it worked. Because we’d been trying to undo the spell. Not complete it. I turned the page over—searching for a name, an instruction, a loophole. Something. Anything. But there was nothing else.

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

The sensation was strange, a mix of relief and pain, as if something deeply rooted in me was being pulled out. The bluish energy of the dagger and the green of the cuts began to vibrate more intensely, while the metallic purple lines intertwined, creating a bridge between the energy of the dagger and my wrist. "Hold on tight," Alex repeated, his voice firm and confident. I closed my eyes and concentrated, visualizing the curse leaving my body. I imagined the green lines unraveling, disappearing, until there was nothing left. The pain was intense but bearable. I knew it was working. When I opened my eyes, the green line had disappeared, and the feeling of weight on my wrists had vanished. I t