Countless living creatures were quietly hiding in the moonlit forest, and a pair of eyes opened in the dark depths. For a moment, the surrounding trees trembled, and the strong wind blew. The gust of wind sucked something from the trees, which was invisible and unknowable.
"Thousands of years ago, there was a kind of curse spirit whose power far exceeded that of the King of Curses. It was a special-grade curse spirit, but it had no spells and no domain. It had only useless magic power and no threat."
Any book about curses in the world of magic will probably have such an incompetent representative of curses. It's a shame to be a curse spirit, to be spurned by the curse master, and to be despised by the curse spirit. Unfortunately, I am still asleep and don't know it.
He was so harmless.
Intention: To live towards death