Blood-robed Chen Xiao's icy gaze pierced through the black fog. He stared at the monster merging with the Fog Sea, and black lines gradually surfaced across his entire body.
Those lines intertwined across Chen Xiao's body, forming hand after hand. It seemed that Chen Xiao's power was derived from the souls the Director had tortured and killed.
Countless arms clutching the Key plunged it deep into the innermost part of the shrine, driven by bone-deep hatred.
Cracks of crimson spread through the black Fog Sea, and then the sky unleashed a downpour of foul-smelling blood rain.
The Director harnessed the Fog Sea and dragged the darkened sky along as he charged recklessly toward Blood-robed Chen Xiao.
Dr. Gao,
The four Fierce Gods struck the shrine at the same time, shredding every one of the Director's past memories.
When the last scrap of malicious memory was crushed, the decrepit shrine shattered completely, revealing a severely damaged black-and-white photograph.
In the photo was a woman in a hospital gown, and behind her stood a doctor in a white coat. They appeared to be the Director's parents.
The four Fierce Gods' attacks landed on the photograph. Black blood streamed across its surface, transforming into a heart riddled with holes.
The Director had placed his heart in this photograph. This was his greatest secret.
The Key, black hair, and chains pierced through that hideous heart. The Director's merging with the black fog came to an abrupt halt, and his figure gradually emerged from the fog.
Blood rain poured down as the Director's body began to disappear bit by bit. This disappearance was irreversible—no matter how much negative emotion or how many curses he absorbed, nothing could repair it.
Screams and wails echoed above the Curse Hospital. The Director looked down at his chest—a massive chunk was missing, and flesh and blood continued to slough off.
Besieged by four Fierce Gods, the Director had never imagined his end would come like this.
He desperately tried to mend his body, but it was futile. Neither curses nor despair—no negative emotion of any kind—could fill the absence left by his heart.
He looked around. The mountain of corpses and sea of blood had been shattered. Patient No. 5's remains were scattered everywhere. "Eat" had fled ahead of the others.
The entire Curse Hospital was devoid of patients and staff. In the end, only the Director himself remained.
The one who spread despair finally experienced it himself.
There were no last words, no final exchange. The Fierce Gods didn't even want to give the Director a chance to catch his breath.
The four of them attacked in concert from four directions, as though they had planned it in advance.
Without his heart, his body was dissolving, his strength waning. The countless curses that composed the Director's body began to turn on him.
Every soul he had cursed and imprisoned, every obsession he had wronged—all of them bared their fangs in that moment and tore into him with everything they had.
The Director's blood-red white coat was torn apart, revealing a hospital gown crusted with dried blood beneath.
He fought back with every ounce of strength he had, but with his heart shattered, his fate was already sealed.
The four Fierce Gods didn't waste words on him. In this battle to the death, they wanted his soul utterly destroyed.
His body became translucent, all color drained away, and the blood blossoms of curses upon the Director began to wither.
"It seems I've lost. But as long as despair and suffering exist in this world, the Fog Sea will never disappear, and the curses will continue in another form."
While he still had control of his body, the Director cast one last look at
"Why is it that we are both born of evil, yet you get to have everything?" The Director's remaining body began to swell. "I should have killed you twenty years ago."
With his final malicious will and curses, the Director's consciousness dissipated as he detonated his own body.
Every evil thought and curse imprisoned within his body was unleashed. They fled in predetermined directions, completely devoid of reason.