Chapter 5 - ChillBox

(MC POV)

When the sun came out, I woke up calmer than before, understanding that my actions yesterday were, let's say, rushed and illogical. For example, I shouldn't have dragged someone into an alley while asking a stupid question like, 'Tell me basic information about this world.' That's a weird question, and it's not like me.

Instead, I should have asked someone to show me around, making them understand that it was my first time here. If the person was willing, they would have helped. So, why were my emotions so chaotic?

I see...

yes, I finally understand.

I should have known. it's so obvious.

As a cursed spirit, I consume negative emotions, making it clear that I could be influenced by them. Since it's my first time consuming them, the possibility that I might unconsciously be affected by them is really high. So, if I want to make sure something like this doesn't happen again, I'll have to use one of three possible methods.

One: I could repeatedly let myself be affected until I get used to it.

Two: I could absorb an extremely large amount of negative emotions—so much that I couldn't withstand it and die, making myself immune to them.

Three: I could keep my emotions in complete control, staying in a calm state at all times, so even if I were affected, it wouldn't do anything.

From the start, I can exclude the second option, as I don't want to gamble my life testing whether the information I have is true. Even though the information hasn't lied so far—like being invisible to normal people, feeding on emotions, and so on—I still don't want to gamble on something like that.

I'm more interested in the first option compared to the third because the first allows me to live normally and get accustomed to it, while the third forces me to shut off my emotions. Not only is that hard to do, but who would want to live without feeling anything?

This brings me to the conclusion that I'll do nothing about this problem for now and get used to it naturally. Maybe later, I can find another intelligent curse to ask about this, but that's for later.

I shook my head, a smile spreading across my face, and happily made my way toward the door. As my hand grasped the handle, I slowly pushed it open, revealing a family of three peacefully eating.

While the scene seemed peaceful, the air was still filled with negative emotions—stress, anxiety, or depression—but I fully understood that most of the time, there's always at least one bad emotion lingering.

Not minding this, I walked past them toward the kitchen, and with my supernatural senses, I smelled something sweet, drawing me in. The smell grew stronger, confirming I was heading in the right direction. Finally, as I stood close to a large box emanating cold, which I named the 'ChillBox' I placed my hand on the lower handle and pushed inside. When it didn't budge, I pulled it toward me instead, and it opened.

Inside the ChillBox, I found many cold, creamy substances with smooth textures and various colors on sticks. They appeared to be sweet, frozen treats.

Taking one, I felt the coolness spread over my hand, making me shiver—not from the temperature, but from the sensation. As I brought it to my mouth, I hesitantly bit the tip.

My taste buds exploded with the cold flavor of vanilla, but as soon as it appeared, it vanished, leaving me disappointed. It taught me not to eat it that way.

On my second try, I placed it fully in my mouth, but instead of biting, I sucked on the treat. As I continued, my tongue unconsciously began licking it, making the taste easier to savor.

I continued playing with it, alternating between sucking and licking, until I finished. Looking at the stick in my hand and the rest of the treats in the ChillBox, I thought to myself, 'They wouldn't mind if I take some more,' justifying my actions as I continued eating them one after another.

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When I finished eating those sweet things, leaving only a couple of sticks behind, I went outside without alerting anyone in the house.

Outside, I looked around, seeing small curses invisible to normal people, as well as people walking by—some tired, some excited, some suicidal.

I didn't bother with the curses, as they were even weaker than the ones I fought yesterday. With no particular destination in mind, I wandered forward until I found myself being observed by a young teen with brown hair and a school uniform.

He seemed confused as to why others didn't see or react to me, which was strange, since he didn't appear to see the cursed spirits either. I believe he isn't able to see me due to cursed energy, as his energy level is that of a normal human who shouldn't be able to see me.

"You see me?" I asked the young teen, who seemed to be around 16 years old.

"I do, but why do others... well, ignore you like this?" he replied, glancing at my clothes.

I didn't explain why others couldn't see me but instead asked, "What's your name?" while looking into his calm eyes.

"Sakuta Azusagawa. But you still didn't—" Before he could finish, I interrupted him.

"Very well, Sakuta. I'm Armaros, and you will help me."

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A/N: For those that know the name. I don't plan to fuse these two different Animes and it's a one time kind of thing.

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