without chatgpt
(MC pov)
The cursed spirit:"am I pretty?
as Geto hears the ominous question he turned around came face to face with the cursed spirit that looks like a woman with long black hair and wearing a brown trench coat over her but the most striking about was the slithed mouth she had
Geto was surprised seeing this exact curse spirit out of nowhere Geto thought began to raise as he decides a plan of action
Geto:'if I remembered this right she ask a question if she is pretty or not and if you say yes she will give the same scar and if you say know she will cut you in half so how do properly answer it was simple really I just has to Geto thought
Geto:"your not my type Geto answered
the cursed spirit was momentary stunned but still manage to get herself back together and shouted
cursed spirit:"DIE in a creepy and reverberating tone
multiple scissor appears surrounding Geto one in his neck one in each of his arms and legs trying to cut Geto but it didn't work all of the scissors stop in place
Geto grins
Geto:"you took an awfully long time to attack and going to pay for that
Geto then raise his hand and Raise one finger pointing in the air and begins to chant
Geto:"phase" "paramita" "pillars of light"
Geto:"reversal red
as Geto finishes his chant a red marble of energy appears on his finger as a pushing force appear pushing everything away including the scissors and the cursed spirit away from Geto
Geto:"tch it appears that even if I use incantation I can't still fully utilize infinity
as Geto says that his nose began to bleed
Geto then wipes his nose and grins as a the towering form of Achilles appears behind him
Geto:"Oh well I guess I just have to practice you wouldn't mind if I use as target practice right Geto says to the cursed spirit
with chatgpt
As the chilling words echoed through the air, a shiver crawled down Geto's spine. He turned, his eyes meeting the haunting gaze of the cursed spirit. She stood before him, an ethereal figure draped in a long, tattered trench coat. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, concealing most of her face, but the most unsettling feature was the grotesquely slit mouth that stretched unnaturally across her visage.
Stunned and bewildered, Geto's mind raced to comprehend the sudden appearance of the very curse he had only heard whispers of. His thoughts whirled like a tempest, each mental cog fitting into place as he pieced together a plan of action.
With his heart pounding, Geto carefully recalled the curse's sinister modus operandi. A question was posed - a seemingly innocuous inquiry about her appearance. Responding with a "yes" would unleash a scar identical to her own upon the speaker. A "no," on the other hand, spelled a gruesome fate as she cleaved her interlocutor in twain. It was a grim and twisted game, one he had hoped never to participate in.
Geto's mind settled, his face betraying none of the turmoil within. A simple answer was the key, a phrase that could circumvent the trap. He met the cursed spirit's unsettling gaze and calmly stated, "You're not my type."
Her momentary shock gave way to a sinister smile, a mix of malevolence and intrigue dancing across her twisted features. She let out an eerie, reverberating shriek, "DIE!"
The space around Geto transformed into a nightmarish tableau as multiple scissors materialized, poised to strike from every angle. Yet, they faltered, halted in their tracks as if an invisible barrier protected him. The ghost of a grin curled Geto's lips as his gambit bore fruit.
"You took an awfully long time to attack," he chided, relishing the one-upmanship. "And you're going to pay for that."
Drawing upon his arcane knowledge, Geto raised his hand, his index finger pointed skyward. The air around him began to hum, a maelstrom of energy converging as he intoned, "Phase, Paramita, Pillars of Light."
Crimson radiance coalesced, forming a small, pulsating sphere of energy atop his fingertip. With deliberate precision, Geto traced a pattern in the air, the incantation weaving its mystic web. "Reversal Red," he whispered, the final words imbued with power.
The sphere erupted into a dazzling display of scarlet light, emitting an irresistible force that repelled everything in its path. The scissors, the cursed spirit - all were forcefully pushed back, held at bay by the might of Geto's newfound skill.
A triumphant smile played on his lips, but it was short-lived. "Tch," he muttered, frustration lacing his words. "It appears that even with incantations, I can't fully harness infinity."
A trickle of blood escaped his nostrils, an unintended consequence of pushing his limits. Wiping it away with an impatient swipe, Geto's grin returned, tinged with determination. Achilles, the towering manifestation of his strength, materialized behind him, a silent testament to his relentless pursuit of power.
"Oh well," he mused, addressing the cursed spirit, his tone almost conversational amidst the chaos. "I guess I just have to practice. You wouldn't mind being my target, would you?"
The cursed spirit, her confidence visibly shaken, gazed at the enigmatic sorcerer before her. The battle was far from over, and as the clash of powers continued, a dance of shadows and light, they both knew that destiny had woven their paths together in the most ominous of ways.