Chapter 113: A Tragedy of a Cursed Bearer
Mikel stomped his way to the school’s gymnasium, where they first "spawned." After walking through different cursed zones before, there was one thing that they all normally shared: the entrance and exit.
Breaking through the cursed zone from the spot where they entered was often the weakest link. The chances of breaking out of it were higher than anywhere else. Although Mikel knew he could probably break through this cursed zone anywhere, it was better safe than sorry.
After all, he was aware that he never fit the shamanic system. If he did, Gallos—Ran’s phantom—wouldn’t keep asking.
But as Mikel reached the gymnasium, a voice stopped him.
"Mikel!"
The young Mister Nocty panted for air, his hands falling on his knees. When Mikel looked back at him, all he saw was a sweaty kid trying to catch his breath.
"This body is really weak," Mister Nocty mumbled before he straightened himself, facing Mikel squarely. "I’m sorry."
Mikel’s brows rose, not really expecting an apology from him. "What now?" he asked flatly.
"Let’s get out of here," Mister Nocty gulped, nodding at him.
"..." Mikel narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the determined look on his teacher’s face. Strange how it felt like their roles were reversed in this cursed zone, but then again, Mister Nocty was quite small as a teen.
"Our chances are slim, but we can get out of this cursed zone if we find its heart." Mister Nocty’s eyes shone with determination. "In this cursed zone, my body is regressing to match its timeline. And by this, it also affects my control over my spiritual energy. However, since I am yet to fully merge with the timeline, I can still do something about it."
His breathing stabilized as he pointed at the gymnasium behind Mikel. "I will need your help. You’re a white stripe student, aren’t you?"