Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? - Chapter 1947: A Divine Curse

Chapter 1947: A Divine Curse

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“W-What…! You must be joking, right? D-Divinity?!” Augustus asked desperately, unable to comprehend or believe my mother’s words despite her authority.

“I am not joking. I never joke,” my mother replied with a stern voice and piercing eyes. She wasn’t exaggerating; she was the most serious woman I had ever known. Yep, that’s my mom—Miss Serious Business. “This Curse is the powerful Manifested Divinity of something—or someone—dwelling somewhere within these Blue Mountains. I am not completely sure who it could be. But it must be an entity seeking to drain the power of everyone this Curse infects—not to consume them directly, but… perhaps to use them for some kind of Ritual of Ascension.”

“W-What?!” Augustus screamed like a madman, refusing to accept it. “A-Ahhh! No, this cannot be happening! We’re being targeted by an actual Evil God?! This town… it’s doomed! What can we do against the wrath of the gods?!”

“Fight back,” my mother said without hesitation. “A noble has the responsibility to uphold nobility and protect their subjects. That is the meaning of Noblesse Oblige. Fear not. As the subjects of my Kingdom, I will not let you come to harm. We will solve this problem. I swear on my name and title.”

“S-Saintess…!” The Guild Master muttered, tears welling in his eyes. “Thank you… hah, no wonder nothing worked. The curse seems to grow even stronger if we try to heal it.”

“That’s because it absorbs Mana,” my mother explained. “You have to use a non-magic-based method to restrain it—like what I’m doing.”

“T-That’s not magic?” I asked.

“No. This is the power of my Divine Concept—still developing, but capable of fighting back against this Divine Curse,” my mother said. “It’s called Holy Chains of Heavenly Restriction. It imposes restrictions on anything they wrap around, with special conditions and rules.”

“Wow!” I was genuinely amazed.

It is said that Divine Concepts—or Divinity Sparks—evolve and transform based on their vessels. My mother’s Divine Concept had likely developed into this ability because her personality was exactly like that.

“By using this Divine Technique, I can suppress the Divine Curse to an extent, leaving the person in a state between infection and relief—almost healed,” my mother explained. “It is by no means a cure, however. For that, we will need to wait until the creature is slain. Until then, this is the best I can do.”

“T-Then…!” Augustus said with renewed enthusiasm. “Can you help those in the quarantined zone?”

“Yes,” my mother nodded. “Let’s bring Ruby’s father inside first. Then… Sylphy, Mist, Lara, and Aquarina—you’re going to help me. My Divine Technique is strong, but it consumes a great deal of Mana and focus. I’ll need your Auras to connect with mine and streamline the conjuration process.”

“Of course. I will give you all the Mana you need, Mom,” I said firmly.

“Yeah! If I can be of any help, then I’ll gladly do it!” Aquarina declared.

“I’m glad I can be of some help,” Mist added quietly.

“Did you hear that, Spirits? Time to get serious!” Lara said. “This is my serious face!”

Ruby watched silently as we entered the quarantined zone and began working. My mother instructed us to simply infuse our Auras into her body, and we did. The difference was immediate and striking, her Divine Technique grew even stronger and easier to maintain.

She placed the Holy Chains of Heavenly Restriction on everyone inside. The chains wrapped around their bodies and halted the Curse’s further deterioration. Many who had been wracked with pain slowly relaxed and drifted into peaceful sleep, finally able to rest without torment.

Still, the entire process was exhausting and tedious. We were there for nearly two hours… but it worked. We successfully placed the chains on over two hundred people.

“It was much more than I imagined, but it’s done,” my mother said. “If new victims appear, call me and I will come to help them with my chains immediately.”

Augustus stood speechless. He had never imagined the crisis could be addressed so quickly.

“T-That was amazing… just two hours…!” he said, hands trembling. “T-Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing, really,” I said, sighing in relief. “We would like to know more about how everything happened, though. Can you fill us in?”

“Oh yes, I completely forgot about that,” Augustus nodded. “Now that the problem has been partially solved—or rather, maintained, for lack of a better term—let’s take a break. I know you’re all tired and perhaps hungry. I have tea, fruit cake, cookies, and crackers in my office. Please come in.”

We entered the Adventurer Guild. Ruby had been watching over her father in silence, her face etched with deep sadness. I could only imagine how terrible I would feel if that were my father. I understood why she was acting this way. Still, desperate to learn more about what had happened to him, she followed us to Augustus’s office.

There, he offered seats for everyone. While we drank tea or coffee and enjoyed the many pastries he always seemed to have—thanks to his well-known sweet tooth—we listened to his full explanation.

He told my mother and those who hadn’t been present earlier about how larger, more aggressive monsters had begun invading other habitats and attacking weaker creatures. This had already posed great danger to low-level adventurers, many of whom were killed by the stronger invaders.

That alone was strange, but after a time the phenomenon seemed to stop. It felt like a one-time occurrence in a few dungeons, even though it had still claimed lives.

Then it returned. Now the monsters weren’t just stronger—they bore dark runes on their bodies and exuded powerful black auras, elevating them several Tiers above normal.

These strange “Dark Monsters” could also infect other creatures, turning them into more Dark Monsters and spreading the corruption further. The Dark Presence behind it controlled them all.

Because of this rampant “Infection,” far more adventurers had died, along with workers who regularly entered dungeon mines for materials—many employed by companies or even the government. They had either lost their lives or returned infected.

Now that I thought about it, Ruby’s father had been lucky to return in one piece. If he had been more reckless, he could have died right there against a monster. He had been sneaky enough to mine what he needed and escape.

Even so, Ruby was deeply saddened. She had simply wanted to talk to him after so long, but now he was cursed by some kind of Evil God—or something. It still wasn’t entirely clear.

She was sad, but also frustrated and furious about the entire ordeal. The situation had robbed her of the chance to finally speak with her father after a year.

“Who did this?!” Ruby demanded suddenly, flames flickering in her eyes as her aura flared. “Just who was it?! Why?!”

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