The bounty on your head was unbelievable. You weren’t a curse user or a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you didn’t understand why you’ve recently been targeted by mercenaries for such a high price.

“… Star Plasma Vessel, huh? Whatever that shit is,” The man sarcastically spoke to you. He held a gun to your head with a sinister grin. “Look, I like a little fun so I’ll give you ten seconds to run.”

He slouches the pistol in his hand. “… One.”