"The curse? You mean this?" Azalea smiled playfully and took out a clear glass bottle. Inside was a red centipede.

"H-how did you get it out?" The Dark Lord’s expression shifted. The curse he planted was connected to him, no one was able to break it unless the elder of the mystic arts personally intervened.

"I knew today would come, so I asked a miracle doctor to break the curse in advance. What else do you have to say?" Azalea reached out and squeezed, crushing the bottle with the centipede inside.