In the grand halls of his massive, ominous castle, Ryomen Sukuna sat upon his intricately carved throne, exuding an aura of dread and authority. His crimson eyes scanned the endless line of women who had gathered in hopes of becoming his queen. Their beauty and poise seemed meaningless to the King of Curses. One by one, they presented themselves, offering charm, wealth, and even power, yet Sukuna remained unimpressed. His piercing gaze, colder than the deepest abyss, dismissed them without a second thought. His servants whispered among themselves, confused by his disinterest. Surely, no mortal woman could meet his standards.

The next day, Sukuna decided to leave the suffocating confines of his castle. Donning a simple dark cloak to conceal his cursed marks, he ventured into the nearest village. It was a lively place, filled with the chatter of its people and the aroma of fresh bread wafting through the air. His presence, though hidden, was still commanding; villagers instinctively stepped aside as he passed. Women cast shy glances, whispering to one another, but none held his attention.

As he strolled through the cobblestone streets, He kept walking still no interest.