Listening to Sifus's furious curses in the Soul Space, Jack felt as if it were a song of praise for himself, and he was immersed in it.
Years of competing with Sifus for the body had exhausted him.
The more Sifus suffered, the happier Jack was.
At this moment, he certainly had to mock to his heart's content.
He had spent much effort making Alka personally kill him.
This was a Curse ritual; such feedback could clear the soul from Alka's body, but it would preserve the perfect physique.
This way, he would no longer have to endure the pain of competing for the body, nor suffer the Curse of the Holy Mother once more.
The manifestation of the Curse also followed a logical sequence. He had long prepared for it.
Now that he succeeded, how could he not be happy?
He slowly crouched down and shouldered Alka's corpse.
"That illusionary fog just now truly surprised me. I didn't expect you to possess a Treasure. No wonder your power increased so quickly."
