The moment I stepped into the room, the temperature plummeted.
Unlike the cold I felt when my mother entered my room, this time the sensation was soaked in bloodshed, almost as though I had stepped onto a deathly, terrifying battlefield.
I gasped and subconsciously spread out my aura, the pressure of a cursed master surging toward every corner of this devastating space.
However, it was like throwing a stone into an ocean. A slight ripple echoed, then… nothing.
I glanced up in shock and noticed that my father still had his back to me. I couldn't see his expression.
Was he trying to kill me?
There was no time to think as the deadly pressure began wrapping around me.
Simultaneously, he continued speaking:
"Naturally, humans, although able to harness the power of cursed energy, are innately not attuned to it. As such… it's simply impossible for one to progress with such swiftness on the path of absorbing cursed energy…"
