Far above the countless layered heavens.

Far beyond mortal realms.

Far beyond Ascendant territories.

Far beyond even the upper realms where ancient Overgods ruled endlessly over worlds and bloodlines.

There existed a place untouched by ordinary existence.

A place where concepts themselves flowed like oceans.

Where stars were born and extinguished silently beneath the gaze of ancient beings older than civilizations.

And within that immeasurable darkness—

A throne floated.

Massive.

Ancient.

Forged entirely from endless black curses writhing like living serpents around its structure.

The throne stood alone within a realm of eternal silence where even time moved strangely, bending unnaturally beneath overwhelming conceptual authority.

Around it floated countless worlds.

Not real worlds.

Manifestations.

Each one containing endless curse threads connected to lower realms, upper realms, civilizations, bloodlines, emotions, hatred, resentment, despair, and death.

Billions upon billions of curse pathways drifted endlessly through the void like rivers made from suffering itself.

And seated upon the ancient throne—

Was a figure.

Tall.

Motionless.

Wrapped entirely in black robes covered in constantly moving curse symbols.

The figure’s face remained hidden beneath darkness, yet its mere presence distorted the surrounding void endlessly.

Because this existence—

Was the God of All Curses.

An ancient existence feared even among primordial Overgods.

A being who no longer merely used curses.

But embodied them completely.

Silence filled the endless realm.

Then slowly—

The ancient figure moved one finger.

Instantly—

Thousands upon thousands of floating curse worlds rotated around the throne simultaneously.

Countless whispers echoed throughout the darkness afterward.

Prayers.

Hatred.

Despair.

Fear.

All flowing endlessly toward the ancient being like nourishment.

The God of All Curses remained silent while reviewing the countless worldly matters connected to his authority.

A cursed bloodline collapsing in one realm.

A civilization unknowingly awakening forbidden curse ruins elsewhere.

An Overgod faction secretly trying to resist curse contamination.

Another lower world beginning to worship him unknowingly through plague rituals.

All of it passed before the ancient being’s awareness effortlessly.

Then suddenly—

The figure paused.

Only slightly.

But the entire curse realm trembled instantly afterward.

Because among the countless curse pathways flowing throughout existence—

One had vanished.

Not naturally.

Not slowly.

Erased.

The ancient being’s hidden gaze slowly turned.

Far downward.

Toward lower existence.

Toward an insignificant mortal world buried beneath countless layers of reality.

Silence spread throughout the curse realm.

The floating curse worlds stopped rotating.

Even the whispers faded.

Because something unusual had occurred.

Very unusual.

The ancient figure slowly raised one hand.

Instantly—

An enormous black curse formation unfolded throughout the endless void, billions of curse symbols rotating endlessly while tracing connections throughout existence itself.

The vanished pathway surfaced faintly within the formation.

Or rather—

Its absence did.

The ancient being remained motionless for several moments.

Then—

A voice echoed throughout the endless curse realm.

Ancient.

Heavy.

Cold enough to freeze concepts themselves.

"...Hm?"

The countless curse worlds trembled violently.

The black formation rotated faster.

The God of All Curses observed carefully.

A lower world connection.

A hidden curse pathway.

Destroyed completely.

Not severed.

Not disrupted.

Purified.

Erased with absurd precision.

The ancient figure became still.

Because ordinary existences could not do this.

Even many upper realm Overgods would fail to remove curse traces so thoroughly.

Yet someone—

Somewhere—

Had erased one of his hidden pathways almost perfectly.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

The black curse symbols throughout the void began moving faster now.

Searching.

Tracing.

Examining the disturbance.

But strangely—

Nothing remained.

No karmic trace.

No curse residue.

No authority signature.

Nothing.

Only absence.

The ancient figure slowly leaned slightly against the throne afterward.

The surrounding void trembled faintly.

Because now—

Curiosity emerged.

Not anger.

Not yet.

Curiosity.

Because this level of concealment—

Felt familiar somehow.

The God of All Curses remained silent for a long time.

Then finally—

The ancient voice echoed again throughout the endless darkness.

"...Someone destroyed my curse connection in the lower world?"

The endless curse realm remained silent after the ancient voice faded.

The floating curse worlds surrounding the black throne continued rotating slowly once more, yet the atmosphere had already changed completely.

Because the God of All Curses—

Had become interested.

And for an existence like him, interest itself was terrifying.

Far below the throne, billions upon billions of curse pathways stretched endlessly throughout existence. They flowed across mortal realms, upper realms, hidden dimensions, forgotten worlds, ruined civilizations, ancient bloodlines, divine races, cursed species, and abandoned realities left to decay long ago.

All of it—

Connected.

All of it—

Observable.

The God of All Curses slowly raised one finger again.

Instantly—

The entire endless void trembled violently.

The countless curse worlds surrounding the throne opened one after another like giant eyes awakening from eternal sleep. Inside each floating world, endless scenes appeared simultaneously.

Lower worlds.

Countless lower worlds.

Some filled with humans.

Others ruled by beasts.

Others drowned in cultivation systems.

Others consumed by magic.

Others already collapsing beneath war and plague.

The ancient being observed them all silently.

Then—

The curse formations surrounding the throne expanded endlessly outward.

Darkness flooded through countless realities instantly afterward.

The God of All Curses had not found the erased trace.

Not yet.

But that did not matter.

Because he possessed endless methods.

And one of them—

Was pressure.

If someone truly erased his connection from a lower world—

Then that existence would eventually react once enough chaos spread.

And so—

The ancient being decided to test everything.

The black curse symbols spinning throughout the void suddenly accelerated violently.

Then one by one—

Countless lower worlds darkened.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Entire skies turned black.

Suns dimmed.

Moons bled.

Cursed storms erupted throughout realities simultaneously.

And then—

The creatures awakened.

Deep beneath forgotten curse oceans.

Inside sealed ancient ruins.

Buried under dead civilizations.

Imprisoned inside dimensional cracks.

Sleeping monsters opened their eyes.

One lower world trembled violently as a mountain-sized curse beast erupted from beneath an ocean, its body covered entirely in screaming human faces fused into black flesh.

Another world darkened when gigantic winged entities descended from cursed heavens, their feathers dripping endless black blood capable of corrupting entire kingdoms instantly.

Another realm shattered when ancient corpse giants awakened beneath frozen continents, dragging chains made from living curses across civilizations as they walked.

Another lower world screamed in terror when endless insect-like curse swarms flooded from dimensional tears large enough to devour cities within hours.

And another—

And another—

And another.

Countless lower worlds descended into chaos simultaneously.

The God of All Curses watched silently from his throne.

Not emotionally.

Not angrily.

Simply observing.

Testing.

Searching.

The floating curse worlds rotated endlessly around him now while billions of curse symbols spread throughout reality itself.

The monstrous creatures invading the lower worlds were not random.

Each carried curse authority.

Each spread corruption.

Each destabilized fate and karmic structures.

And through that chaos—

The God of All Curses searched.

Somewhere.

Somehow.

Something had erased his connection.

And he intended to find out what.

A lower world filled with cultivators erupted into war against giant curse dragons falling from blackened skies.

Another world’s oceans transformed entirely into living cursed flesh swallowing coastlines endlessly.

Another civilization collapsed overnight after invisible curse entities infiltrated dreams and drove entire populations insane.

The screams of countless worlds echoed faintly throughout the endless curse realm.

And seated upon the black throne—

The God of All Curses remained motionless.

Watching.

Waiting.

Searching.

Then slowly—

The ancient figure leaned slightly forward.

Because among the endless lower worlds consumed by chaos—

One realm in particular remained strangely calm.

Very calm.

The mortal world connected to the erased curse pathway.

The ancient being observed it silently.

The black curse symbols rotated around the throne endlessly while countless curse calculations unfolded throughout existence itself.

Yet strangely—

Nothing stood out.

No suspicious authority.

No visible interference.

No abnormal existence.

Only ordinary lower realm activity.

The God of All Curses became still once more.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Meanwhile—

Far below.

Inside the vampire realm.

Deep beneath the underground where countless concealment formations had already vanished—

Cain finally returned quietly toward the surface after completing every layer of purification and concealment possible.

His expression had already returned mostly to normal.

Lazy.

Relaxed.

Almost amused again.

The terrifying seriousness from earlier had faded now that the traces disappeared completely.

Cain genuinely believed he succeeded.

Perfectly.

After all—

Even upper realm Overgods would struggle to detect anything after the absurd amount of concealment techniques he used.

And because of that—

Cain no longer worried much.

The underground blood currents flowed naturally once more.

The curse traces vanished entirely.

The hidden creature died completely.

Everything had been cleaned thoroughly.

Very thoroughly.

Cain casually stretched slightly while preparing to return toward the vampire gathering above.

"...Annoying old bastard..."

He muttered internally.

Still irritated.

Still somewhat wary.

But no longer tense.

Because as far as Cain understood—

The matter had already been handled.

Completely.

Perfectly.

And so—

Completely unaware—

Completely clueless—

Cain did not know that far above countless realms, the God of All Curses had already begun moving entire lower worlds searching for the existence who erased his connection.