The More Curses I Carry, the Stronger I Become

[Surreal Comedy] [A Cast of Lunatics] [Pure-Love Harem]

On an altar soaked in blood, dozens of cultists knelt and cheered at the gigantic monster in the center:

"Lord Demon, we've finally summoned you! Each of us is willing to sacrifice ten years of our lives in exchange for the most hated bastard among us to have..."

"Chaji Dio hit with the most terrifying curse, right?"

"How did you know?"

The demon yawned wearily.

"People all over the world are cursing him. We're nearly overwhelmed.

Besides, I have a grudge against him too. If you want to mess him up, I can give you a forty percent discount. Sacrifice two more years of your lives, and I'll put two curses on him."

"Only two? That's so few. Your demon markup is way too high. We need at least twenty."

As Chaji spoke, he took off the cultist's black robe he'd stolen. His body rapidly swelled, and countless tentacles sprouted from his face, wrapping around the demon's throat and pinning it to the floor.

"That's what you get for running a dishonest business! If you're going to curse him, hurry up. I'm running a little short on curses myself."