Seeing his mother on the ground, her face swollen, Alex could no longer control his cursed energy.
It burst out of him almost completely.
The sheer amount was overwhelming—nearly triple that of Sukuna—enough to cover the entire city.
The whole city was engulfed in cursed energy so dense it almost felt tangible.
The air itself began to smell like death, like a prelude to devastation.
Everything pulsed with something ancient… something unreal.
Ordinary people, those with weaker wills, fell into complete panic.
Every living being felt a horrible tremor deep within themselves.
Rats began killing each other from stress.
Some people ran into buildings, terrified that something might descend from the sky and destroy them.
Meanwhile, inside Alex's building, things were far worse.
The cursed energy was so intense that the structure itself began to warp.
In some places, faces appeared on the walls—expressions twisted in pain and fear.
A strange purple moss spread rapidly across the surfaces.
Insects began mutating into grotesque, horrifying forms.
The man who had slapped Nora didn't even get a chance to react before his body was sliced into hundreds of perfectly cut cubes of flesh.
The second man couldn't react either.
Alex suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him effortlessly.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?! And don't even think about lying, or I'll turn you into minced meat!"
The man was so terrified that he wet himself.
At that moment, Alex's presence felt like that of a colossal dragon.
Noticing his reaction, Alex tightened his grip, forcing the man out of his paralyzed fear.
"I-I'M A-AN AGENT FROM THE MUTANT RESEARCH CENTER!"
'Mutant Research Center? I've never heard of that.'
Alex frowned, confused by the name.
But the answer he needed was right in front of him.
"WHAT IS THIS RESEARCH CENTER?!"
"I-I D-DON'T KNOW MUCH! J-JUST THAT MANY M-MUTANTS ARE STUDIED THERE… CRUELLY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
Hearing that, Alex froze.
Mutants being hated was one thing… but torture?
He couldn't process it.
But what truly shocked him came next.
"A-AND A GENERAL… AND A LOT OF PEOPLE IN THE GOVERNMENT ARE INVOLVED!"
At that moment, something inside Alex clicked.
Something deep.
Even more cursed energy began leaking out of him.
"So from the very beginning… it wasn't my fault. It was all because of the people who turned humans against mutants."
The amount of cursed energy he released became so overwhelming that Nora couldn't even stay standing.
She trembled uncontrollably… and, out of sheer fear, lost control of her own body.
Not just because of her son—
But because of the entire building changing around her.
It felt like something was constantly gripping her heart.
Her eyes filled with tears, but she couldn't even speak.
Suddenly, the front door burst open.
Gwen stood there, her legs shaking violently.
One hand clutched her head.
Her spider-sense was going off nonstop—so intensely that she couldn't even think straight.
Hearing the door, Alex turned.
The moment he saw Gwen's condition—and then looked at his mother—
He pulled all of his cursed energy back inside.
At the same time, without even realizing it, he tightened his grip—
CRACK
The man's neck snapped.
Alex threw the body aside like a sack of potatoes.
"Mom… are you o—"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
As Alex tried to approach her, Nora instinctively recoiled.
Fear made her step away from her own son.
But it took less than a second for her to realize what she had done.
"N-NO, ALEX, WAIT—I DIDN'T MEAN—"
"It's okay, Mom… I understand. I've already destroyed too much of this family."
Without hesitating, Alex turned and ran.
At that moment, he finally believed it.
That his very existence was destroying everything.
So he decided to free his family from the cursed child that was dragging them down.
Without looking back, Alex left.
Unaware that the cursed energy he had released was still spreading across the city.
Even the building continued to slowly transform into something grotesque.
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While Alex fled, he didn't notice what was happening.
His energy was gathering in different parts of the city.
Each location absorbed the dense cursed energy in the air… slowly solidifying it into something profane.
Deep within the sewers, in an isolated place, a cocoon began to form.
Completely purple.
It absorbed cursed energy endlessly, swelling larger and larger.
From the size of a rat… to the size of a car.
Inside, something pulsed.
Relentlessly.
Announcing its birth.
And so—
The first curse was born from the fury of its god.
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At the X-Mansion.
At that exact moment, Xavier, Jean Grey, and anyone with telepathic or empathic abilities began to convulse or scream in agony.
They were overwhelmed.
A flood of emotions—fear, agony, pain, hunger—every negative feeling imaginable exploded into their minds.
Those with stronger mental abilities suffered even more, collapsing into seizures from the overload.
Those without such powers had no idea what was happening.
They only saw others suffering.
Everyone was in terrible condition, now gathered in the mansion's infirmary.
Professor Xavier himself had suffered a stroke and nearly died.
If Hank hadn't been nearby, he probably would have.
Now he was bedridden—alive, but in pain, unable to speak properly without losing track of his words.
Jean Grey was the worst affected.
She couldn't sleep—not even under heavy anesthetics.
She couldn't form a full sentence without screaming in pain.
Inside the infirmary, several people lay on beds.
Only one voice echoed through the room—
Jean's screams.
Hank, Ororo, and Logan stood nearby, each holding documents, their expressions grim.
"So you're telling me that strange energy you detected coming from New York exploded and covered the entire city, affecting everyone there?"
"It's worse than that, Logan. Cerebro burned out—even while turned off—just from the intensity. And this isn't normal energy. It interacts with living beings… it's something more. But when I try to contain it with equipment, it simply doesn't respond."
Hearing that, Ororo and Logan grew even more serious.
Hank continued.
"But beyond that, my concern is that this could be an attack on mutants—possibly from some organization connected to that man Jean and Scott encountered in New York."
Their expressions darkened even further.
Then Ororo spoke.
"But that doesn't make much sense… when I talked to them about that man, he seemed to be a mutant."
When Ororo said that, Hank seemed to realize something.
As if a piece had just clicked into place.
Without wasting a second, he rushed to his computer and began typing frantically.
"What are you doing, Hank?"
Hearing Logan's question, Hank didn't stop typing for even a moment.
"When Ororo said he seemed like a mutant, I had an idea. Maybe this isn't an attack… maybe it's a mutant losing control of their powers. If it's somehow connected to the mind, then it has to be related to something like this."
Hank began searching through recent incidents in New York—cases involving deaths, unexplained events, anything unusual.
He kept digging, filtering, cross-referencing…
Until finally—
"BINGO!"
Hank turned the screen toward Logan and Ororo, showing three completely bizarre cases.
But one of them stood out the most.
An incident where nothing was left… except perfectly cut cubes of human flesh.
As they read through it, they all realized something.
This had to be connected to the man who fought Scott and Jean.
But there was no concrete proof linking him directly to this specific incident.
So, for now, they left it as a possibility.
"I'VE GOT AN IDEA."
At that moment, when everyone was running out of options, Logan spoke up.
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In a monastery far from the United States.
A bald woman sat calmly at a table, drinking tea.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked toward the horizon, a hint of concern in her gaze.
"I expected the spell to hold a little longer… it seems it couldn't withstand the boy's energy."
"ANCIENT ONE! ANCIENT ONE!"
Yao rushed in, clearly panicked, breathing heavily as he approached her.
"THE NEW YORK SANCTUM IS UNDER ATTACK BY AN UNKNOWN ENTITY!"
Hearing Yao's desperation, the Ancient One let out a soft chuckle.
She calmly finished her tea and stood up, walking slowly toward the balcony while reflecting.
"Don't worry, Yao. It's just a confused child… a crown upon his head, but no kingdom to rule. He will find himself eventually."
As she spoke, her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Yao, still confused, was about to say something more, but she interrupted him.
"But what concerns me is that this boy possesses something that even beings beyond his comprehension would trade entire universes just to obtain a fraction of."
"Are you saying… he's going to increase Earth's value to dimensional beings?"
The Ancient One didn't answer.
She simply stared at the horizon, contemplating the countless possibilities she had seen across infinite futures.
Seeing her silence, Yao understood.
He had guessed correctly.
And that realization only made things more worrying.
If that was true… Earth would face far more threats than ever before.
Noticing her disciple's concern, the Ancient One spoke again—this time surprising him.
"Don't worry. He won't be corrupted as easily as you think. He has a great future ahead of him."
Hearing that, Yao felt somewhat relieved.
But as a sorcerer, doubt still lingered in his mind.
He remained uneasy about this so-called "boy with a crown."
What the Ancient One didn't say…
Was that in many of the futures she had seen—
The boy destroyed half the world.
But no one needed to hear that.
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Meanwhile, in a castle made of marble and gold.
An old man with an eyepatch rested on his throne when suddenly he felt something.
His single eye opened, and he looked toward a specific direction in the hall.
"Interesting… so he has matured, just as the sorcerer said… HEIMDALL!"
His voice echoed through the hall.
Moments later, a man with braids, a sword, and shining golden armor appeared and knelt in respect.
"Yes, my lord. What do you require?"
"Where is Thor?"
"In Midgard, my lord."
Hearing that, Odin remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
"Bring him back immediately. Close any connection to Midgard, and make it clear that no one is to go there without a very good reason."
Heimdall seemed confused by the order, but accepted it without question and returned to his post.
As soon as he left, a woman with an aged appearance, similar to Odin's, approached with concern.
"Why close all connections to Midgard and recall Thor?"
Odin looked at his wife with a calm expression, recalling a certain sorcerer.
"Midgard will become dangerous for a time… and I doubt Thor would survive what is about to happen down there."
"Then why don't you help?"
Hearing that, Odin almost laughed, but restrained himself.
"My dear, unfortunately, this is not something we can interfere with. We would suffer too many losses in a battle like this… and we are already at war with enemies who will never become allies."
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Alex now stood inside an abandoned construction site.
In front of him was something… completely strange.
A small purple worm, with a baby's face, slowly crawled toward him, gurgling incomprehensible sounds.
"What the hell…?"
When the worm got close enough, it began to climb up Alex.
He didn't react.
He didn't feel even the slightest sense of danger, nor any intent to harm him.
As it crawled higher, it started wrapping itself around his body like a coiling spring.
Slowly, it made its way up to his shoulder… and rested its head there.
Seeing that the creature was simply trying to cling to him, Alex grew even more confused.
Why the hell did this worm want to wrap itself around his body?
And more than that—
What confused him the most was the fact that this being was made entirely of cursed energy.
"How is this even possible… I've never seen anything like this in my entire life."
Alex began analyzing the worm-like creature carefully.
Every detail.
Every sensation.
Until suddenly, a flash of something crossed his mind.
And without thinking, he spoke.
"A curse."
He didn't understand how or why he had said that.
But somehow, he felt it was probably related to Sukuna… or maybe Meruem.
Most likely Sukuna.
Touching the worm, Alex noticed it was slimy… and somewhat soft.
But when he tried to extract the cursed energy from it—
Nothing happened.
It simply didn't work.
As if that energy… wasn't his.
Which was impossible.
All his life, with his sensitivity and perception of cursed energy, he had never felt cursed energy that wasn't his own.
Not even once.
"So what the hell is going on here…?"
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