As Ryder soared through the city sky, he activated his Curse Sense, a unique ability he'd developed after absorbing the Ryomen Sukuna template. Over the past week, he had fine-tuned his skill to sense emotions, particularly negative ones, allowing him to gauge the emotional atmosphere around him. He learned that people radiated little to no reaction when they were happy or surrounded by positive energy. In contrast, those engulfed by fear or anxiety sent out a strong, almost palpable signal to his Curse Sense. He had noticed this intensity in bullied children, and now, as he landed on a building, he focused his senses even further, scanning the surrounding energy to locate any signs of crime.
Dressed casually, Ryder was keenly aware of the emotions of the people below, his eyes fixed on the streets. His cursed energy heightened his perception, and another gift from his Sukuna template allowed him to assume Sukuna's form. He now appeared as a young man with sleek pink hair, markings on his face, and glowing red eyes—the unmistakable visage of Ryomen Sukuna. His true identity was concealed beneath this mask, even from his family, making him completely unrecognizable.
"Let's see who I can help first," Ryder muttered to himself, scanning the city. After a brief moment, he sensed a wave of fear and despair radiating from the north. With a powerful leap from the building, he rushed toward the source, landing silently and making his way toward the scene.
As he moved through the building's shadows, he came upon a group of men holding guns, their weapons trained on a man kneeling in front of them.
"You shouldn't have crossed us," one gunman sneered, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against the kneeling man's head. The man on the ground trembled in fear, his wide eyes locked on the gun.
"Yo!" Ryder called out, stepping from behind. The gunmen spun in surprise, and the kneeling man looked up, his vacant expression shifting to one of faint hope as he sensed Ryder's presence.
"Who the hell are you?" one of the gunmen growled, his sneer deepening as he aimed his gun at Ryder.
Ryder glanced at the weapons and mused, "You know, a gun might be useful for me too." His tone was casual, almost indifferent, despite the weapons pointed at him.
The larger of the gunmen stepped forward. "Just kill him," he barked, motioning for his lackeys to aim their guns at Ryder. But before they could react, Ryder was gone.
"I'm right here," Ryder's voice came from behind, accompanied by a smug grin. The big guy slowly turned, only to be met with a punch to the gut that knocked the breath and conscious from him.
The remaining gunmen stood frozen in shock, but they quickly regained their focus. One aimed his gun at Ryder, but before he could pull the trigger, Ryder reached out and snapped the gun in half with a single motion, as if it were nothing more than a twig. It was Ryder's "Cursed Cleave."
"What the hell?!" one of the men shouted, stumbling back. He turned to run, but Ryder was already in front of him. Without missing a beat, Ryder formed a cursed energy pistol in his hand and fired.
A burst of cursed energy shot from his makeshift gun, hitting the man square in the chest and sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.
Ryder then knocked out the remaining assailant before turning to the terrified man still kneeling on the ground. "Call the cops," he ordered, then vanished in a blur, amplifying his speed and lightness.
The man, shaken but alive, slowly got to his feet and nervously grabbed his phone, dialing 911. Ryder observed from the top of the building, nodding when he saw the call go through. He then turned his attention to the guns he had taken earlier. They were the weapons of the big guy and his lackey.
"46 bullets... and whatever these are," Ryder muttered to himself, gathering the guns and ammo into his system inventory.
Still curious, he pulled up Google on his phone. 'Hm, so these are G17 GLOCKs. These guys must be rich,' he muttered, sighing as he saw their price on the website.
Siren~~
He looked down as he saw the cops approaching, their guns raised. One of them pointed his weapon at the kneeling man. "I was the one who called for help," the kneeling man said, his voice trembling as the police closed in.
"What happened here?" one of the cops asked, noticing the three unconscious men as well as the gun broken in two on the ground. The kneeling man explained everything as they watched him. He explained that he was a lawyer who had acted against a criminal organization, and now those organization associates were trying to kill him because of it. He went on to say that just as they were about to end his life, a guy had appeared and saved him.
"How did he look?" one of the cops asked, still aiming his gun at Ryder.
"He had light pink hair," the man replied, "and his face had markings with red eyes, too."
"Such a guy wont go unnoticed, we will find him later" the cop muttered, nodding at the description.
The other cops nodded, and the man was allowed to stand. They turned and began discussing the situation with the kneeling guy, who was still shaken but now safe.
"Three criminals down, nine more to go," Ryder muttered to himself, having taken down three criminals just. he now only have to defeat seven more to complete his set goal.
" three fantasy Points huh" he looked at the rewards he just gained after defeating those three and nodded and then continued to use his curse sense to identify next crime location.
"Another one," he mumbled as he sensed another strong wave of negative emotions. He rushed toward the source, finding a woman on the verge of being violated. He saved her, At the same time, he swiftly cut off the third leg of the assailant, and spent another hour taking down six more criminals. By the time he returned home, he had earned 10 FP. Since he had only encountered regular criminals and not any high-tier ones, he earned 1 point per criminal.