Man From Another Wold

CHAPTER 6: THE HIDDEN CURSE

Hansen withdrew his hand from the girl's wrist, his eyes narrowing. A faint dark energy flowed within her body, slowly consuming her life force.

Standing beside him, Mr. Laotaro watched with anticipation. "What do you mean by cursed?"

Hansen crossed his arms. "There's a foreign force draining your daughter's life energy. This isn’t an ordinary illness—it’s some kind of curse placed upon her."

Mr. Laotaro's expression turned serious. "Who could do such a thing?"

Hansen shrugged. "There are many possibilities. Someone who holds a grudge against you, or an old enemy seeking revenge. I need more information before I can be sure."

Mr. Laotaro sighed heavily and sat down on the sofa, looking grim. "I've sought help from the best doctors, shamans, even traditional healers. None of them could cure her."

Hansen smirked slightly. "Of course not. They are just ordinary people, while this involves forces beyond their understanding."

Mr. Laotaro's eyes filled with hope. "So… can you cure her?"

Hansen observed the girl for a moment before replying, "I can. But I’ll need some materials and a bit of time."

"How long?"

"One week."

Mr. Laotaro hesitated but eventually nodded. "Alright. What do you need?"

Hansen extended his hand. "Give me paper, special ink, and a bit of your family’s blood. I will create a sealing talisman to temporarily halt the curse."

Mr. Laotaro immediately signaled his men to fetch what was needed. Minutes later, the requested materials were laid out before Hansen.

Calmly, Hansen began drawing ancient symbols onto the paper. Each stroke of his brush emitted an eerie aura, causing the room to feel slightly colder. Once finished, he placed the talisman on the girl’s forehead.

For a brief moment, the talisman glowed dimly before gradually fading. The girl’s pale complexion improved slightly, and her breathing became more stable.

Mr. Laotaro was astonished. "What did you do?"

Hansen smiled. "This is only a temporary solution. This talisman will suppress the curse for one week. If I don’t remove it within that time, her condition could worsen."

Mr. Laotaro nodded firmly. "I understand. What else do you need to cure her completely?"

Hansen thought for a moment before answering, "I need time to investigate who did this. But one thing is certain—the person who cursed your daughter won’t just sit idly by. So be prepared."

Mr. Laotaro clenched his fists. "If anyone dares to harm my daughter, I will make sure they regret it!"

Hansen took a slow breath and leaned back on the sofa. Healing the girl wasn’t an issue for him. A curse like this was nothing compared to the things he had encountered in his past life.

However, he knew he had to proceed carefully. The underworld had its own rules. If he stood out too much, powerful figures might start targeting him—either as a threat or as a tool to be exploited. In this world, one could quickly go from being a mere pawn to a target for elimination.

"Right now, my strength hasn’t fully returned. I need to be more cautious," Hansen mused as he leaned back.

"I’ll arrange everything, and I hope you’ll be reachable at all times," Mr. Laotaro said.

"You already know where I’m staying."

"Of course. But would you accept a better place to live? I have an unused apartment. Stay there as a token of appreciation."

Mr. Laotaro gave a faint smile, observing Hansen’s composed expression. He knew this young man was no ordinary person. If he could cure his daughter’s curse, then he was someone worth befriending, not making an enemy of.

Hansen didn’t immediately respond. He gazed at Mr. Laotaro for a moment before exhaling softly. "I don’t like accepting gifts without reason."

Mr. Laotaro chuckled. "Think of it as an investment. If you agree, the apartment will serve as a more comfortable residence than the rented room you’re currently staying in."

Hansen considered it briefly. A private apartment would indeed be more advantageous than remaining in a rental, especially if he needed a place to conduct rituals or further research. Additionally, having a connection with someone like Mr. Laotaro could open up more opportunities in this world.

"Alright," he finally said. "I’ll accept it."

Mr. Laotaro smiled in satisfaction. "Good. I’ll have someone take you there."

Hansen nodded and stood up. "Then, I’ll be going for now. I’ll contact you if I need anything."

Mr. Laotaro raised his wine glass. "I hope we can work well together, Hansen."

As Hansen left, the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

"Father!"

Mr. Laotaro was stunned by the voice behind him. When he turned, he saw his daughter, his beautiful girl, sitting up in bed—something he hadn’t seen in a long time.

His daughter furrowed her brows, trying to understand her father’s overwhelming joy. "Father, what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?"

Mr. Laotaro took a deep breath, his eyes slightly teary. "Alyssa… you haven’t spoken or moved like this in a long time. I was starting to lose hope in finding a cure for you!"

Alyssa was taken aback, then furrowed her brows. "I… don’t remember much. I just felt incredibly heavy, like I was asleep for a long time. But now, I feel better, although there’s still something strange inside me."

Mr. Laotaro scrutinized his daughter’s face. "Strange? What do you feel?"

Alyssa clenched her hands, sensing the energy within her body. "I feel lighter, but… there’s still something inside me that hasn’t completely gone. Like a shadow that keeps watching."

Hearing that, Mr. Laotaro’s expression tensed. He recalled Hansen’s words about the curse being temporarily suppressed. If Alyssa still felt something wrong, it meant this issue wasn’t over yet.

"Father, who healed me?"

Mr. Laotaro sighed and gave a faint smile. "A young man named Hansen. He discovered the curse in your body and managed to suppress it temporarily. He also promised to find out who is behind this."

Alyssa fell silent for a moment before nodding. "I want to meet him."

Mr. Laotaro gazed at his daughter and then smiled. "You’ll get that chance. But for now, rest. Don’t overexert yourself."

Alyssa nodded slowly and lay back down. However, deep in her mind, that strange feeling continued to linger. It was as if something was lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike again.

Meanwhile, outside the building, Hansen walked calmly toward the car waiting for him. He looked up at the night sky with an indifferent expression.

"One step has been taken," he murmured.