Seeing his story, I shouted, "Antak, this bastard's curse is his bottles of death. His first curse is that he will make us his story and make us his bottles, and when his first curse fails to activate, he will use his second curse of the flames of revenge. Just like how he killed his boss and other guys, he will use the same trick and spill a drink on us, and we ourselves will ignite ourselves. Don't let him talk or take out anything like glass pieces or iron needles; it is part of his curse!" Hearing my warnings surely made him more reckless, as any movements of his trying to reach his pocket or anywhere were surely cut down by him, as surely he wasn't messing around, and now I have split more than 5000 bottles, but it isn't even slowing his speed, but surely Antak was now pretty conveniently fighting him, not like before when he was struggling to barely hold him for moments, but the fatigue started to hit my body and mind as I started to feel hands growing around my neck and a few voices saying, "Let Daddy be free. Why are you disturbing him?" And another voice, but this time the matured voice of a woman: "Please release him from this suffering, as he has been struggling with his curse for countless years. Please save my husband!" Hearing this voice, I started to feel a bit of pressure as I gestured towards Antak to use something that could free me. Seeing my gestures, he sighed and shouted while gathering all the energy particles back to him, "Kiddo, you are asking for it. Why don't you just add him to your collection? I know you aren't the type that would sympathize over others' blood, but whatever your reason is, I am going to use my 3rd stage curse directly, so at the count of 5, just make distance from both of us and use your little guys as shields." hearing him like this surely made me realise that I wasn't even cut out to sympathise with others but maybe seeing these two different souls with a main body, surely threatened me and made me realise on how much I am lacking, as if even if I captured him and tried to use sometime and the souls of his family member interfered with the event or caused him to back down than surely I would be nothing more than a puppet in my oponent's hands, so I don't want a walking corpse with me, I only capture those who are alive from inside but this bastard isn't even alive, as this guy died the moment he saw the corpses of his family and burried them with his hands, as only his frustration towards those acts and people is pushing him hard, So I don't want dead weight with me. I can handle more maniacs like Antak with me, but not these types of guys—they surely are not worth killing, as they remind me of myself or my upcoming future. As he began to count while I was insanely shocked that this bastard started to get help from the souls of his children, as they started handing over the bottle to him, as surely my work was greatly increasing, as was the count of antak, as he reached three and I destroyed more 100 bottles in these moments, as my hands were nothing but sore and numble, as every movement of my hands felt like nothing but an struggle of dead, as my legs, also started to feel the pressure, as I thought of something and opened my suitcase, surely I took precautions and brought fresh batch with me, So my spirits started to tear the bottles and started to waste the tries of them, as surely the great screams started to emerge from them, as surely Antak gestured me to pay attention to his count, as he shouted four and the energy particles started to form a deep whirlpool under their feet, as the width of it was increasing by every moment. As I could see that this whirlpool wasn't normal, as there were tons of spirits in it, and all were trying to cling to everything they could hold on to. As there was no end to them, as I was seeing it, the screams started to increase more and more as the whole area started to be covered in them, as I was in insane shock, and so was that drunkard guy, as he screamed while buzzing off the creatures, "Who are you, and why do you hold such a curse, the manifestations of emotions?" Hearing his words surely made him laugh, as he screamed, "5! Run, brat!" As I was hearing it, I started to use my spirits to make me leap out of his area. From behind, I took a glance and saw that the whirlpool started growing immensely, as the strange things started to cling to everything they could hold on to. Even his bottles were just taken away by the spirits, as they started to drink those bottles and tear the flesh out of him. Bit by bit, like how a person who didn't have anything for days suddenly gets a buffet, surely only that scene I could imagine after seeing such a scene, as he threw the spirits of his children and wife away from him and shouted, "Protect them, as I only have this final wish. I failed to protect them, but please keep them safe!" As they came to my side, they all screamed, "Father, darling! Don't leave us; please take us with you!" Surely such a scene was pretty devastating, as the whirlpool stopped expanding and started shrinking, as the laughter of Antak started to echo in the entire surrounding, and he spoke, "I am Antak! The slaughterer of the dead! I am the one who slaughters souls like you and frees you from living! Hahahaha!" As the whirlpool closed and massive shock waves started to rise from that whirlpool, I captured both children and their mother to my side and used my remaining spirits in my suitcase as a shield and saw how that drunkard's skin was torn piece by piece, and a final ball of energy emerged from him, and Antak started to come to our side by holding it in his hands.
