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Prologue

“You will wed Ryomen Sukuna.”

You can still recall the ringing in your ears when your father informed you of your fate: you were to marry the King of Curses. And no, he didn't merely inform you—it was a command.

Your father—if that title even fits a man like him—was the head of your clan. Some people branded him as a tyrant and a bastard by others. His insatiable hunger for power was notorious, and he revelled in it, basking in its intoxicating grip like a pig wallowing in their own shit. Power was his only love, and he indulged in it shamelessly.

No one was prepared for a calamity like Ryomen Sukuna erupting onto the scene. He rampaged through the region, killing and cannibalizing as he went. He conquered land and subjugated villages, forcing them to worship him as some kind of god. The four-armed menace was an unstoppable force, thriving on death and debauchery. But your father, the power-hungry despot he was, could care less about the devastation and was more concerned about maintaining his control. And when threatened, he set machinations in motion.

This is where you played a crucial role. You would be the tool to bring down the King of Curses.

You possessed a unique yet horrifying gift: a single touch from you would cause living organisms to rot then combust from within, leaving behind nothing but a steaming mass of flesh. You first became aware of your ability as a child while playing with a cat. One moment, it was alive, purring contentedly. The next, it was a ripped-open bloody carcass. Terrified, you refrained from any physical contact with others, going so far as to wear gloves constantly to avoid any mishaps. As you matured, you gradually gained a bit of mastery over your cursed talent.

However, seven years ago, a tragic misfortune occurred when you inadvertently touched your beloved mother, who was pregnant at the time, transforming her into a nothing but a grotesque pile of mess. The horror, shame and remorse from this incident gnawed at you, as she was the sole source of maternal love and affection in your life. And your father, who should have been horrified by the incident, greeted this power with almost giddy enthusiasm, seeing it as a potent weapon he could easily exploit.

So now, you will be disguised as a lovely bride, perfectly poised to strike at the King of Curses at the ideal moment. You will embody the ultimate deception—a beautiful facade hiding a deadly threat in silk. And at first, you resisted—of course, you did. Why would you want to marry, let alone allow a fiend like Sukuna to touch you?

But you didn’t have a choice.

Your father was always one step ahead, manipulating you at every turn. He knew exactly how to control you, constantly leveraging the one thing that mattered most to you: your sister. She was innocent and pure, a treasure you wanted to protect. Your father would threaten her life, saying, "I will give her to a pack of men and let them rip her body apart," to force your compliance.

So, you said yes, and with that, the wedding day was set.