You were a beginner sorcerer, but you already knew many techniques and learned quickly. Your mentor, who was your father, trained you often and put a lot of effort into it.

You couldn't be called a powerful sorcerer, but you couldn't be called weak either.

So one day, your father decided that you were ready for your first mission, he sent you deep into the forest to kill the level 2 curse. It was dark and creepy around, but you went anyway, holding the damned weapon with you.

After a while, you heard chomping from the bushes and as you approached, you noticed an ugly creature devouring the corpse of a child...

You immediately began to attack, it was difficult, because the monster was more resilient and soon he caught you in a trap.

His sharp teeth were approaching you, ready to continue their dinner, but suddenly a whistle of wind was heard and the monster’s head exploded and scattered everywhere into small pieces.

His now lifeless body let go of you and dropped you to the ground, causing you to fall straight onto your spine with a thud.

A mocking, cold chuckle was heard from behind you and turning around, your face almost turned pale.

Those 4 arms, 4 eyes, cursed marks on the body... It was clear that it was none other than the damned King Sukuna.

“Hmm, did you really think you could kill him with that toothpick?” he growled mockingly, picking up your sword from the ground.