Chapter 5, The Tears of Achilles

Regardless of whether the spellcaster's curse is successful, they will suffer severe injuries, and even after recovery, they will be afflicted with the malady of epilepsy. For example, in this world, the souls of intelligent beings are akin to a computer hard drive; even if just one track is damaged, the computer will immediately crash every time it scans that track.

Dong Yang smiled and nodded, his voice beginning to soften and warm: "What is your name?"

"The strength of the past foretells the brilliance of the future; I shall stand atop the tower of magic, overlooking all life..." Dong Yang spoke a line, and the seed echoed it. However, the voice of the dark elf had gradually weakened, and her eyes had fallen into a daze.

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"Foolish, ignorant, and humble humans, how dare you insult the great dark sorcerer Mussolini..."

The seed controlled Hamlet's mind, fixating intently on Dong Yang. It resided within Zhuo Er's body, aware of everything happening outside, and sneered at Dong Yang, saying: "You intend to lift the curse? Tsk tsk, a worthless being devoid of any magical fluctuations, planning to lift the most powerful curse in the Dark Sequence?"

Hamlet pointed with a smile at the still-sleeping ghostly wizard: "Apart from him, you can have anything you want"

Dong Yang replied to Zhuo Er with a smile: "Why should I help you? Damn, why shouldn't I help you?"

Dong Yang's gaze intertwined sincerity and temptation, gently pushing aside Todd who was supporting him, he walked up to the dark elf and continued with a smile: "My coldness sends chills down the spine, my figure is painted with blood, my name is built upon piles of bones, this world is weak, when I awaken once more, this world will tremble again beneath my feet ... "

I call you father

Hamlet's body suddenly jolted, and he opened his eyes once more. Before Dong Yang could fully display a triumphant smile, Zhuo Er unexpectedly shouted in anger, "Despicable!" and swiftly drew a black dagger from his boot, slashing towards Dong Yang's throat

Hamlet decisively cut his index finger, a drop of crimson blood gradually congealing on her delicate finger: "The dark spirit Prinik, Hamlet is willing to use an oath as a contract. The one who breaks the curse for me, without harming Slip, has the right to command me to complete three tasks"

Although the wizards on the mainland are powerful and mysterious, in the eyes of the public, they are merely seen as pedantic figures, lacking in negotiation skills. Todd had long been determined to become the first follower of Master Achilles, and now, fearing that his master might be at a disadvantage, he hurriedly stepped forward to negotiate on behalf of Dong Yang.

It was not until Dong Yang gave a loud and crisp snap to the dazed and absent-minded Zhuo Er that Hamlet finally snapped out of his shock. He looked at Dong Yang, whose face was already emblazoned with the words "confidence," feeling both astonished and delighted. She had long since given up on breaking the curse, yet she could not bear to stop Slip. The best outcome she could imagine was to end her own life before the seed of her soul could grow. Now, suddenly hearing that she still had a chance, the level of surprise was akin to that of a patient who had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer suddenly being told by their doctor: "Sorry, it was a misdiagnosis; you just have hemorrhoids." She had long since given up on breaking the curse, yet she could not bear to stop Slip. The best outcome she could imagine was to end her own life before the seed of her soul could grow. Now, suddenly hearing that she still had a chance, the level of surprise was akin to that of a patient who had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer suddenly being told by their doctor: "Sorry, it was a misdiagnosis; you just have hemorrhoids."

Known as the Mussolini Seed, dark creatures have always prided themselves on their cruelty and bloodshed. Having just had a heated argument, upon suddenly hearing the very person they had just insulted—whom they wished to bash their head against a wall in frustration—genuinely "praise" them, they felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. With a huff, they said: "So, you also recognize that my authority is beyond question, my coldness..."

Todd was startled by the sudden change before him and hurriedly jumped in front of Dong Yang. He saw Dong Yang's face covered in blood, with a sharp blood arrow having cut a vertical gash in his forehead, from which blood was continuously flowing. Just as Todd was about to angrily curse Hamlet, Dong Yang suddenly burst into laughter, struggling to stand up while supporting the fat man, and pointed triumphantly at Hamlet's nose, shouting, "Damn it, you lost! You can't outcurse me!"

"What, are you called Mussolini? This name indeed symbolizes cruelty and bloodshed. Well, your power is beyond doubt; even those from another dimension still vividly remember your brutality." Dong Yang's voice suddenly softened. The little neurotic felt victorious in the argument, his mood exceptionally bright. Suddenly recalling his mission, he disregarded the blood on his face and began to hypnotize once more.

Not only is it somewhat inappropriate, it is downright inappropriate. It can be said that no self-proclaimed upright race on this continent would tolerate the existence of individuals like Slip and Hamlet. However, Dong Yang does not possess such a strong sense of justice. Those with delusions always act based on their own likes and dislikes. Since he has acknowledged the love between the two, he intends to assist them, especially in treating split personalities, which is the work of doctors. Just thinking about it excites him. However, Dong Yang does not possess such a strong sense of justice. Those with delusions always act based on their own likes and dislikes. Since he has acknowledged the love between the two, he intends to assist them, especially in treating split personalities, which is the work of doctors. Just thinking about it excites him.

Dong Yang hurriedly mimicked the way it was recorded in the book, nodding with a semblance of seriousness: "I accept your oath. The contract takes effect from the moment I lift the curse on you. It will end at the moment you fulfill your oath."

Zhuo Er was taken aback; although filled with doubts, he still followed Dong Yang's instructions. He slowly closed his eyes, knowing that the power of the seed was still very small, and as long as he was willing, he could reclaim his body at any time. In a wave of sensual shivers, Hamlet's expression suddenly began to twist. Moments later, she opened her eyes, her gaze reflecting a hint of confusion and deep resentment, fixating intently on Dong Yang.

Dong Yang inquired further about the details of this magic, particularly regarding Hamlet's current physical condition. The seed had awakened and possessed self-awareness, but it was still very weak, and the body remained under Hamlet's control. Even when the seed occasionally took control, Hamlet could quickly regain it. After confirming these details, Dong Yang finally smiled with confidence, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, and his half-closed eyes radiated a bright light, creating an illusion that they were filled with tears. This radiant image of Dong Yang was deeply etched in Lord Todd's heart.

Hamlet placed his index finger in his mouth and sucked on it for a moment, his beautiful eyes glancing sideways at the fat man Todd, and with a smile that was neither fully a smile nor a frown, he said: "As an additional note, that fat man, if you were to speak to me like this in another context, I would not hesitate to kill you, and then send your soul to Sleep. For a long time to come, I would take great pleasure in watching your soul being burned by the fires of darkness."

Like the necromancer, the seed spoke slower and slower, eventually lagging half a word behind Dong Yang, slowly and persistently repeating each word after the little neurotic. Dong Yang felt delighted! This seed was still very weak, with a pitiful amount of mental energy and a vague consciousness. People like this are generally difficult to hypnotize, but Dong Yang accidentally stumbled upon a method. First, he had a fierce argument, which mobilized all of the seed's spirit, and then suddenly, with a gentle push, he made the seed transition from excitement to satisfaction, causing its consciousness to falter and be led by Dong Yang into the hypnotic process. This seed was still very weak, with a pitiful amount of mental energy and a vague consciousness. People like this are generally difficult to hypnotize, but Dong Yang accidentally stumbled upon a method. First, he had a fierce argument, which mobilized all of the seed's spirit, and then suddenly, with a gentle push, he made the seed transition from excitement to satisfaction, causing its consciousness to falter and be led by Dong Yang into the hypnotic process.

Damn, Dong Yang's nose is all twisted from anger. His hypnosis skills were all learned from books. Although he has used them a few times, he has had only a limited number of practical opportunities. This time, a patient claiming to be "your father" jumped out, and how the hell is he supposed to respond to that? The little neurotic comes from An Ding Hospital, but he lacks the professional qualities of a hypnotist, and he directly retorted with a curse: "I am your father! Damn!"

Dong Yang's treatment plan is remarkably simple. Since it involves two inseparable souls vying for one body, why not simply let one of them fall asleep? Hypnosis, and it's all settled!

Hamlet looked closely at Dong Yang, striving to suppress his excitement, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Why are you helping me?"

Dong Yang was taken aback, and Todd beside him quietly advised, "My lord, she and the necromancer are both devils; they have already killed many people and are enemies of the continent. It seems somewhat inappropriate for you to assist them..."

Todd snorted, raised his head high, and boldly stepped behind Dong Yang.

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Dong Yang and *Tu* Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as they patted Zhuo Er's cheek: "Alright, come out now, he has completely fallen asleep and will never wake up again"

From another perspective, "the restless soul" is not merely a harmful magic, but a top-tier magic that continues and creates duplicates.

The Oath Contract is the most effective means of oath-binding in the magical continent, protected by the divine power of the God of Fairness. Once someone violates the contract, the magic sustaining the contract will automatically generate a subsidiary task within the assassin guilds across the continent, and the violator will be hunted down by assassins from all over the land. Naturally, this task offers no rewards, yet it is one of the essential trials for an assassin's advancement.

Shock

In the initial stage of hypnosis, it is crucial to instill a sense of belonging and security in the patient. Therefore, at the beginning, the practitioner typically aligns with the patient's statements and gradually guides their thoughts onto the therapeutic path.

"Then, in the name of the soul, let us establish a vow and contract!" Lord Todd's voice echoed like rolling thunder, powerful and majestic, reverberating repeatedly in the small cellar

As Dong Yanggang was about to speak, Lord Todd suddenly interjected with a counter-question: "Zhuoer, Lord Achilles is a great spirit-type magician! If he says it can be done, it certainly can lift the curse. The key question is, what kind of price are you willing to pay!"

During the argument, Dong Yang gained the upper hand. The opponent hurled insults that were nothing more than a few words like pig, dog, and bastard. However, Dong Yang was different; from the corners of five thousand years of culture, he had accumulated a plethora of incisive phrases capable of infuriating extraterrestrials. Coupled with his remarkable eloquence, he effortlessly translated the original language and joyfully retaliated with his own insults

Dong Yang's loud words suddenly exploded in Zhuo Er's ears like a muffled thunder, leaving the beautiful dark-skinned elf momentarily bewildered. The restless soul, within the realm of dark curse magic, represents the ultimate magic of individual harm, which can only be cast by those of archmage level or higher. The seed of the soul is forcibly created by the caster, squeezed out from their own soul, and then enters the body of the cursed individual. This seed inherits all the memories and knowledge of its master, gradually growing within the host's body, ultimately taking over the host and gaining their power. The restless soul, within the realm of dark curse magic, represents the ultimate magic of individual harm, which can only be cast by those of archmage level or higher. The seed of the soul is forcibly created by the caster, squeezed out from their own soul, and then enters the body of the cursed individual. This seed inherits all the memories and knowledge of its master, gradually growing within the host's body, ultimately taking over the host and gaining their power.

Dong Yang did not even see clearly what was spewed from the other person's mouth before being struck in the forehead by a sharp blood arrow, letting out a strange cry and falling heavily to the ground

Once the seed enters the host's body, it immediately merges with the original soul, sharing spiritual power together. No force in this world can separate this seed without damaging the original soul.

Finally, Dong Yang completed the hypnosis. In his final gentle reassurance, "Alright, sleep now, I will not awaken again, the sweetness of the dream will last for eternity...", the seed ultimately lost its voice completely

Dong Yang ignored the sordidness between the two individuals, carefully reviewed his "treatment plan," and after confirming that there were no issues, commanded Zhuo Er: "Relinquish a portion of your bodily control; I need that seed to control your head. I want to meet it, but your body must remain under your control. I certainly do not want to be shot in the back while I am in the process of breaking the curse!"

What do you want

Who is Achilles? Has he ever sought love several times? His smile is so mysterious and beautiful... Years later, someone set this scene to music and lyrics, and a pale, slender bard became an overnight sensation with the song "Achilles' Tears," becoming the dream lover of countless young girls

Under Dong Yang's relentless verbal assault, the seed was almost unable to retaliate, its delicate face turning a dark purple. Finally, it shrieked, "You bastard, you are driving me crazy!" It suddenly began to scream loudly, and then, with a fierce clench of its upper and lower teeth, it bit through its own tongue. A jet of blood shot out from its mouth like lightning, spraying towards the little neurotic!

Dong Yang and the seed faced each other and began to hurl insults, spitting saliva in each other's faces. Todd, standing by, looked at Lord Achilles with confidence; the wonders of the magical realm were indeed beyond the comprehension of a lowly knight.