I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

That bastard must be from the Blue Magic Tower.

Ian’s lips twisted faintly. It wasn't just the similar creatures he had seen while crossing the inner sea resurfacing in his memory.

I did receive a pretty useful gift from one of your colleagues.

A much older memory surfaced: the curse caster who had once tried to assassinate the merchants gathered for the Alliance’s founding.

The small storage box, used to contain blasphemous objects like dark relics, still held the cursed parchment Ian had taken after killing that man. It was a stationary curse that affected friend and foe alike, except for the caster, which was why he had never found a chance to use it.

Though honestly, I’d forgotten I even had it.

Ian twisted and narrowly avoided another incoming harpoon.

At that moment, the curse caster thrust his right arm forward.

Swoosh—