The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 73

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Even though he knew these were Saki's memories, he still couldn't view them from an outside perspective—it was all in first-person, deeply immersive.

This time, he dreamt of his younger self whining and begging his brother to take him to see the fireworks. When his brother finally agreed, he planted a big ol' smooch on his cheek.

Sukuna: "......"

...

At 3 a.m., Saki jolted awake from her dream.

Because the dream had been so vivid and real—plus the fact that she was able to use slashes inside it—she finally realized something was seriously off this time.

"Sukuna, I... I think I just dreamed about your past," she said with a grim expression.

Inside the Domain, Sukuna's expression shifted slightly when he heard that. He hadn't expected her to start gaining his memories too.

It made sense for him to gain hers—after all, the body and soul both carried memories, and now that they were sharing the same body, it was only natural that he could access what her physical form remembered.

But her accessing his memories? That wasn't normal. The fingers didn't carry much memory content to begin with, let alone ones that vivid.

Unless...

She was getting those memories directly from his soul.

"Did you piss off a ton of people in the past and get hunted down or something?"

"I've had dreams like this two nights in a row—what the hell is going on? Is it 'cause I ate too many fingers?"

"This is seriously ruining my sleep quality. Do you have any way to make the dreams stop?"

Saki rambled on, complaining to herself.

Sukuna stayed lost in his thoughts and didn't say a word.

After a while, Saki finally grumbled in frustration, "Hey, I'm talking about something important! Why are you ignoring me?"

"Shut up," Sukuna snapped impatiently.

Saki went silent for two seconds—then immediately stormed into the Domain to throw hands. She was already pissed off from the nightmare, and now he was yelling at her too? Unbelievable!

She charged in like a whirlwind... only to freeze the moment she entered.

Right as she stepped into the Domain, something strange appeared in the air—a bizarre thread, like it was made of countless grains of black sand twisted together.

She stared at the line, confused, then followed it with her eyes upward—one end was wrapped around Sukuna, sitting atop a pile of corpses. She followed the line downward—its other end was tied to her.

—The thread was wrapped around Sukuna's left hand and her own right hand.

"What is this thing?" she asked quickly, turning to Sukuna—only to see that he was also staring at the thread, clearly just as surprised.

Sukuna twitched his fingers, sending a barrage of slashes toward the thread. But every single one passed straight through—it didn't even leave a scratch.

Seeing that, Saki tried yanking on the thread, but her hand went straight through it too—she couldn't even touch it.

Then she tried stepping back a few paces to see if she could break the connection by pulling it apart. But the thread just kept stretching infinitely. No matter how much distance she put between them, it didn't affect Sukuna on the other end at all.

At this point, she completely forgot why she'd come in and asked again, "Sukuna, seriously—what is this?"

"How should I know?" Sukuna frowned, then released another slash—this time not at the thread, but at his own hand.

Blood splattered as he chopped off his left hand.

Saki was instantly stunned, clearly freaked out. When she finally managed to speak, it was a stammer: "Y-You really didn't need to go that far..."

Sukuna ignored her, eyes locked on his severed hand with a dark expression.

The thread didn't separate along with the hand. Instead, like a creeping vine, it kept crawling upward, now wrapping around his arm.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue irritably, then activated Reverse Cursed Technique. His severed hand regenerated almost instantly.

Kenjaku really had set him up.

Now he was sure—the finger he'd impulsively devoured that day had been cursed. He hadn't expected it to be a curse that targeted the soul.

"Find Kenjaku. Fast," he ordered, full of irritation.

"Kenjaku did this? How the hell did I get dragged into it?" Saki was completely confused—she'd just punched Kenjaku's clone that day, that was it.

"There was a curse on the finger," Sukuna replied offhandedly.

"So that's what it was... that guy is such a sneaky—" Saki suddenly stopped. "Wait... you knew the finger was cursed? You knew, and you still ate it?!"

"Hah, what's there to be afraid of? That guy doesn't have the power to kill me," Sukuna said dismissively.

Saki: "......"

Saki took a deep breath—and finally remembered why she came in here in the first place. Without another word, she rushed forward and started throwing punches.

Ryomen Sukuna, who now had the power of eighteen fingers, just so happened to be itching for a fight too. Seeing her charge in, he stepped up without hesitation.

And then... got his ass handed to him.

He took three punches head-on. The first one was easy—it was the usual strength she used when sparring with him, and he could take it no problem with his current power. But then she noticed he'd gotten stronger, so her second punch packed a lot more power—he barely managed to block it. Then came the third one, and she went even harder. It shattered the bones in his arm.

Turned out, Saki had never actually gone all out in a fight. She'd always been holding back, adjusting her strength based on her opponent.

She used just enough force to injure people—but not kill them.

Sukuna suddenly got curious about her full power. He really wanted to see what she looked like when she fought with everything she had.

Once she'd finished beating him up, Saki finally calmed down and started thinking seriously about how to deal with the situation. Regardless of what the curse actually did, she absolutely couldn't handle having nightmares every night.

"This is your fault, so you better figure out a way to fix it!" she said, kicking Sukuna's body as he lay sprawled on the ground. "I don't wanna keep dreaming about your past."

"It'd be one thing if your past was normal, but both dreams were just you m*rdering people."

"Do you have any idea how messed up that is for me? First-person perspective as some psycho serial killer—my poor innocent heart is seriously traumatized."

Sukuna thought about the dream he'd had and couldn't help snapping back, "You think I want to see your past?"

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