Chapter 3

Death is a long moment of stillness. The first twenty-three years of my life unfurled before me like a scroll.

"How pathetic, my descendant is such a disgrace." An old, sighing voice sounded.

A red-haired old man in a crimson robe appeared before me. Calling him an old man didn't seem quite right; his face was weathered, but his muscles were well-developed, resembling King Kong.

"I am the Wild Boar Spirit. In past ages, I was the one who cursed others. How times have changed, for my descendant to be cursed like this by others."

The muscular old man snorted coldly at me, "Well, I'll pass on my ultimate skill to you. Don't waste it."

With that, a red light shot into my forehead.