The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 937 Felix felt a chill ran down his spine when Billy said he was haunted.

"A master practitioner has cursed you," Billy explained between bites. "They're so skilled that I couldn't even sense it when you first walked in."

Felix checked himself but felt nothing unusual. "I feel fine, though. What kind of curse are we talking about?"

Instead of answering right away, Billy casually continued eating. "There are many types of curses, both in Dragonia and abroad. From what I can tell, this is the work of a foreign expert."

He paused to take another bite, then added, "These masters are especially dangerous. All they need is something you keep close to you, and they can attack you remotely. From the looks of it, they've already started."

Felix jumped up in alarm. "Stop joking around! I don't feel anything, and the Dragonspine isn't even reacting!"

Billy smirked. "That's because your soul is unusually strong. What's strange, though, is how much it's grown in such a short time. I mean, the thing inside your soul is impressive, but it shouldn't have boosted you this much in just a month.

The only explanation he could think of was his recent encounter with Naomi. He asked hesitantly,

his head. "Not yet, but this master is skilled. They're just getting started, and the

"Come on! Give me a straight

believe that Billy was still in the mood to eat, acting nonchalant just because it was

calmly took another bite of food. "I've already located the caster. With your speed, you'll get there

kidding me?" After some heated argument,

danger Felix burst into an apartment to find an elderly, tanned man kneeling on the floor, his eyes wide with shock at Felix's

He stammered, "Y-You're alive?"

all, the curse had reached its final stage, and by normal standards, Felix should have been writhing in agony

disappoint you. You've gone through all this

Felix subdued the old man and forced him to confess. The Westerto Order had sent him to kill Felix, a continuation of

growled, "The Westerio Order? If only you'd come a few days earlier, I might've sent a