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Twisted faces, crazed postures, rendered the originally delicate-looking female student fierce and terrifying.
The two female Student Union members beside her were scared into retreating again and again.
The male Student Union members around them looked at each other in dismay.
"I curse you!"
"You will be the first to die!"
"And you..."
Before the cursed words were finished, seeing one side of her cheek swollen and the other normal, the irregularity triggered Jason's OCD and he backhanded her with a slap.
Slap!
The slap was loud.
The female student, who was prepared to curse, was stunned by the slap.
She covered both cheeks with her hands, staring blankly at Jason.
"Aren't you afraid of the death curse?"
She asked, dazed.
A death curse?
Jason glanced at his 65 points of satiety and chuckled coldly in his heart.
Nonexistent.
I, Jason, don't die.
He looked down, his gaze dominating as he slowly said—
