The Enigmatic Encounter (draft)

before chatgpt

(an most of the original draft got cut because of copy and pasting

Geto:"I need to somehow separate the positive energy while the still allowing to turn the cursed energy to positive energy

Ian:"have try

Geto:"yes I have try turning it into a whirlpool Geto says that with annoyance

Ian:"then try harder

Geto:"i'am trying harder what more do you want

Geto takes a deep breath to calm down

Geto:"I shouldn't be so greedy I have already manage to turn my Curse spirit into bomb of positive energy I should go for a walk

*Geto then uses Lucifer's [silver tongue] to convince his parents to allow him to go out

Geto:"eyeball go around and search for the largest curse energy in the city and the report it back to me

A few minutes then eyeball finds the target and report it to Geto

Geto:"by this amount it should be a special grade normally I wouldn't search for but now that I have four special grade at my becan and call I don't need to fear at all

*Geto then follow eyeball in a remote and dirty alley

Geto:"it stinks here

after says that the surrounding began to change and it became like an infinite looping street right behind Geto an eerie voice of a woman sounds behind Geto saying

woman:"am I pretty

after chat gpt

In the dimly lit backyard of Geto's house, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. The once tranquil atmosphere was shattered by a series of explosions that echoed through the air. Smoke billowed out, creating an almost mystical atmosphere. Emerging from the haze, coughing and struggling to regain his breath, was Geto, a determined expression etched across his face.

"Ahem, attempt 16 at trying to create a chain reaction of curse energy into positive energy by using the cursed spirit's own curse energy failed once again," Geto muttered, his voice a mixture of frustration and determination.

As the smoke gradually cleared, Ian's figure emerged, leaning against a wall, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hahahaha, 'that's a lot of damage'," Ian chortled cheekily, his amusement evident.

"And you might need some flex tape on that," he added with a chuckle, poking fun at Geto's unsuccessful experiment.

Geto rolled his eyes, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Haha, very funny. Just laugh as much as you like, but when I finish, I will be the one having the last laugh."

Ian's eyes glinted mischievously as he retorted, "Oooohhh, so scary. How far have you really achieved? About 0.0001 percent?" His tone was playfully taunting, clearly enjoying getting under Geto's skin.

"Tch, I'm almost done. I just need to properly control the flow of my curse energy and direct it into the cursed spirit. Once the reaction starts, my curse energy will create a whirlpool, turning the cursed energy of the spirit into positive energy, all using the spirit's own reserves," Geto explained with a determined glint in his eyes.

Ian leaned closer, a skeptical expression on his face. "Well, all that's happened so far is that they blow up or outright disintegrate."

Geto's frustration was palpable. "I need to find a way to separate the positive energy while still allowing the transformation of the cursed energy."

Ian raised an eyebrow, his expression suddenly thoughtful. "Have you tried—"

Geto cut him off with a slightly exasperated sigh. "Yes, I have tried turning it into a whirlpool. Believe me, I've exhausted various methods."

"Then try harder," Ian suggested casually, earning a withering look from Geto.

"I am trying harder! What more do you want?" Geto's voice was tinged with irritation, but after a deep breath, he managed to regain his composure. "I shouldn't be so greedy. I've already managed to turn my cursed spirit into a bomb of positive energy. Perhaps a walk will help clear my mind."

With determination in his eyes, Geto activated Lucifer's "silver tongue" ability, a power he had inherited from his ancestors. He skillfully convinced his parents to grant him permission to venture out.

"Eyeball, go around and search for the largest concentration of curse energy in the city, then report back to me," Geto instructed his familiar, a supernatural creature that assisted him in his magical pursuits.

Minutes later, the eyeball returned, its message clear. Geto's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Judging by this amount, it should be a special-grade curse. Normally, I wouldn't go after it, but now that I have four special-grade spirits at my beck and call, I have nothing to fear."

Following the eyeball's guidance, Geto found himself in a remote and grimy alleyway. The stench was overpowering, causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust. Just as he muttered, "It stinks here," the environment around him began to morph, transforming into an eerie and infinite looping street.

Startled, Geto glanced around, a sense of unease creeping over him. And then, right behind him, a hauntingly beautiful yet chilling voice echoed through the air.

"Am I pretty?" the voice inquired, its tone both inviting and unsettling, as if challenging the boundaries between reality and illusion.