Endlessly Leveling with Cursed Energy

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Chapter 3. World Hunger

Location: Undisclosed

Time: Approximately 2 days ago

MC's Time: Approximately a few seconds before Accepting the Terms and Conditions

The briefing room was dimly lit, the hum of machinery and the soft glow of data screens creating an atmosphere of tense anticipation. Director Amanda stood at the front, her expression unreadable.

"One week ago, our surveillance picked up a comet entering Earth's atmosphere, hurtling towards US soil," she began, her voice resonating with authority and command. "Despite our efforts, the comet struck, and we've been grappling with the aftermath ever since."

"We've long feared the resurgence of World Hunger, a menace that devastated Africa in the 1950s. Back then, food became scarce, and water turned foul, killing anyone nearby," Amanda continued. "For years, these crises have been blamed on climate change and other factors, but we know the truth."

"Now, faced with the resurgence of World Hunger in America, our fight has become increasingly desperate," Amanda admitted. "Despite our preparations, we're struggling."

"We've lost countless operatives to the World Hunger," another figure, General Chambers, noted, his voice calm and authoritative. "But now isn't the time to give up. We have the strength to keep fighting."

"It's true that we have strength, General. But our - Secret Operatives Responding to Curses and Esoterica: Researchers, Exorcists, and Reconnaissance Specialists - are stretched thin." Amanda replied while using the full meaning of the acronym SORCERERS. "We can't afford to lose more lives."

"We have the means to bolster our forces through Operation 'Six-Eyed Demon'," Dr. Ramirez added, his voice carrying a note of optimism.

"Operation 'Six-Eyed Demon' remains unconfirmed," Amanda interjected firmly. "The military is mundane in this matter."

"Yet, all is not lost," Amanda sighted at the possibility of a solution. "We still have a chance if we're willing to set aside our pride and seek allies among the Sorcerers of other nations."

"We are the Big Guns," Secretary Adams chimed in, his demeanor confident and resolute. "Who can we turn to? The M16? Come on Amanda."

"Japan holds the key," Amanda replied, her gaze penetrating. "They have the expertise we need."

"Ten thousand mysterious deaths in Japan, annually," Dr. Ramirez, interjected at the mention of Japan. "In the US, it's only hundreds. How could Japan possibly help?"

"You know the answer to that question more than anyone else, Doctor," Amanda affirmed.

"I've secured cooperation from the Higher Ups in Japan, and their Clan Heads. He should be flying in soon." Amanda said boldly. "I'm rarely optimistic, but every sorcerer out there knows that He is the strongest sorcerer of the modern era."

"No. It couldn't be that straightforward, Amanda. You know how the Higher Ups are," Secretary Adams was unconvinced. "What did they want in return for their assistance?"

"It's what they didn't want that counts," Amanda countered cryptically. "Japan and the rest of the world would be very happy if what is happening in the US doesn't reach their borders."

"I still sense that the cost of acquiring Him was substantial," Secretary Adams detected a note of discretion.

"You answer to me, Adams. Not the other way around," Amanda asserted. "But if you need convincing, let's check the facts."

"Tell me, General, how many have we lost in one week?" Amanda inquired.

"Thousands in operatives," General Chambers answered stoically. "Hundreds of thousands in civilians."

"And counting," Amanda added. "The expense of securing Him is as inconsequential as our pride in the face of such statistics."

"Be sure to welcome him with open arms," Amanda concluded the briefing with a note of seriousness.

"And don't forget to bow before him. They call him the Honored One, after all," she added with a hint of levity.

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Location: Yreka, California

Time: Present

"I need you to run as fast as you can and get as close to me as possible," the Honored One had spoken, and I was faithfully following his instructions.

The sound of crunching and munching subsided as Drool devoured his last crisp. All other sounds seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the echo of his chewing as the tension in the room reached its peak.

Goosebumps prickled across my skin as I became acutely aware of the looming threat behind me.

'What kind of Curse is he?' Despite knowing how powerful Drool could be, his indifferent nature had kept me close to him without any real sense of apprehension. I had seen him get frustrated and show his power, but from the way he behaved, he didn't look like the kind of guy capable of hurting anyone seriously.

Plainly, Drool didn't exude menace; he simply seemed stupid, self-absorbed, and idiotic. But in the tense atmosphere of the moment, that perception was changing drastically.

"Heh.. heh.." My frantic dart toward Gojo was already halfway as the inevitable occurred. The pain in my ankle and left leg, which had momentarily subsided, surged back with a vengeance.

Exhaustion gripped my body, but in that moment of desperation, I tapped into reserves of energy I never knew I had. With every ounce of strength, I propelled my body forward in a desperate leap, driven by the need to escape the unseen danger closing in behind me.

"Droooolll..." Drool concluded his munching, and all noise died down. Time felt like it was going into hyper-drive. "Time for Desert!"

The implications were clear as the atmosphere shifted: Drool was finally targeting me, his actions escalating to a shocking magnitude.

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As I vaulted into the living room, seeking refuge with Gojo, the ground quaked under Drool's immense presence. In a split-second, my mind raced as I envisioned an explosion, but reality unfolded differently. It was as if an unseen force, akin to a gravitational singularity, was emanating from Drool, pulling everything towards him with irresistible force.

Furniture splintered, walls cracked, and appliances shattered as Drool's inexplicable hunger intensified, ripping apart the very fabric of the surroundings. The scene unfolded like an implosion, with Drool becoming a force drawing everything toward him.

Caught in this gravitational vortex, I felt my body being yanked back with alarming speed, defying the laws of physics. Instead of propelling forward toward Gojo, I found myself irresistibly drawn toward Drool, the pull overwhelming any attempt to resist.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Panic surged through me as I grappled with the realization of the danger I faced. My heart raced with fear as I confronted the terrifying prospect of being consumed by Drool's insatiable hunger.

"Looks like I'll have to get you after all," amidst the terror, the sound of Gojo's voice became a beacon of hope as it came nearer. His reassuring presence as he grabbed me via the back of my neck with his left hand, his other pocketed, offered a glimpse of salvation.

"Infinity," I noted with a gasp as the momentum in my body slowed down. My breaths came in ragged gasps.

"I see they weren't kidding," Gojo observed, his tone calm but filled with a subtle intensity as he watched Drool's rampage unfold. There was no rush in his movements; instead, he seemed intrigued by the display of power before him. "The World Hunger is no joke."

"Strong enough to devour even the Infinity around me," Gojo's voice held a mixture of fascination and anticipation, as if he had finally found a worthy opponent. "Finally, a fight worth my time."

In an instant, my surroundings shifted, and I found myself in a different location, disoriented from the sudden change as Gojo dropped me harshly to the ground.

"I thought you said you'd cleared everyone out of this area, Amanda" I heard Gojo addressing someone, though I was a little dazed to look up right away, still adjusting to the whirlwind of events, and the near-death experience. It was clear that Gojo had saved me using his teleportation ability, however.

"We do our best in times like these," an authoritative female voice answered back. "But we can't help it if stubborn kids hide under the bed."

'Heartless Amanda,' I thought to myself, feeling a pang of frustration. As I finally managed to look around, what I saw washed over me like a wave of desolation.

"So, as the only sorcerer to get close to a 'black hole' and return, what insights can you offer, Sensei?" Amanda addressed Gojo with respect, but I remained too stunned to tear my gaze from the desolate scenery surrounding me. "Can you contain it?"

"I'm not the only one that's been close to the World Hunger and survived," Gojo replied, his voice confident, without feeling obliged to answer the second part of Amanda's question. I felt his gaze fixed upon me, yet my stunned eyes continued to scan the nearly empty space, the aftermath resembling a devastating storm.

The scene bore eerie similarities to my street, except everything was gone, obliterated. It was as if someone had waved a hand and wiped away the buildings, leaving only scattered debris in their wake. My own house, just a few miles away, was currently the latest victim of the rampage.

I witnessed its implosion, collapsing into itself until nothing remained but empty space, perhaps even a vacuum.

'Is this still home?' I found myself wondering, but the familiar nature of the road and the remnants of posters on remaining posts answered my question.

"Did Drool do all of this?" I wondered out loud.

"Who?" I didn't think anyone would respond since the conversation between Gojo and Amanda was still progressing, but Gojo inquired.

"You know, that guy who keeps saying 'DROOOLLL'," I referenced.

"Oh, you mean the Curse," Gojo replied with amusement. "You must be special since you managed to survive around him for so long without getting devoured."

"He seemed harmless," I recollected Drool's character, "Unlikable... powerful, but generally harmless."

'I honestly thought I could exorcise him myself, but now...' I was beginning to worry that I hadn't taken things seriously with Drool.

"Well, look around you, kid," Amanda interjected. "Nothing about this apocalypse spells harmless. And trust me when I say, this is nothing compared to what happened to Texas."

"You must be pretty special to have survived being around that curse," Amanda continued. "No one in history has ever come into direct contact with it and lived to tell the tale. What's your name, kid?"

'What if I told her I actually forced Drool to a fist fight?' I imagined her reaction, but the gravity of the situation was getting to me. I had greatly underestimated Drool. 'Dude's definitely Special Grade.'

"I'm Jamal, Jamal Freeman," I introduced myself.

"Well, Jamal, I'm Amanda - Director of Secret Operatives Responding to Curses and Esoterica: Researchers, Exorcists, and Recon Specialists," Amanda's introduction was unnecessarily lengthy. "The man beside you is Satoru Gojo - Clan Head and the Strongest Sorcerer of modern times."

Gojo smiled at me.

After thinking hard about Amanda's title, I wondered, "So, SORCERERS?" I resisted the urge to tell Amanda that she could have just used that and it would make a lot of sense.

"Yeah, we are Sorcerers," Gojo said, a curious grin on his face. "And I'm presuming you have the potential to become one too."

"Maybe the strongest," From his tone, I could tell that Gojo was joking while making that statement.

"Since when have you seen Curses, and how capable are you?" Gojo went on to ask directly.

"Not the time, Sensei," Amanda shut his question down before I could answer it.

"You're right," Gojo accepted, but his hands moved mischievously until he tapped my shoulder. "I'll ask questions after we have exorcised World Hunger."

Before I could ask him what he was doing, I was whisked away via teleportation. We were now standing on a rooftop, a couple houses ahead of Drool's rampaging trajectory.

"So, tell me, Jamal. How hard can you throw a fist?" Gojo asked, lightly. I found myself dumbfounded for a second. What exactly did Gojo want me to do?

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