The Strongest Curse Master

Chapter 152: Cursed Gadgets

Chapter 152: Cursed Gadgets

"This isn't a Grand National. It's a Regal Turbo-T," Layla muttered, standing before a Darth Vader-black Buick. Glancing at its license plate, she shook her head in frustration, her lips tightening. Her friend could've at least corrected the model information after pulling up the car's registration and before sending her here.

Sighing, she took out her latest model cursed smartphone and began scanning the Buick for traces of curse energy. The results came back clean. Not a single trace. Layla frowned, her confidence wavering. Was the intel wrong after all? She chewed her lip, conflicted. Knowing her friend's innate curse tool's abilities, she trusted the info and felt something wasn't adding up. Perhaps the curse user she was tracking was highly skilled at covering their tracks.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sharp alarm of her cursed smartphone broke her train of thought. Her heart skipped a beat as the screen flashed a warning—there was a curseling or curse user in the vicinity. Layla instinctively tensed, ready to act. But before she could react, a sudden zap coursed through her body, and darkness consumed her as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Hovering nearby, Dame Wasp dove silently into action. The tiny toy summons slipped into the USB port of the cursed smartphone, bypassing its defenses. She disabled the alarm and shut down all emergency protocols that would have been triggered if Layla didn't respond in time. Once assured that Layla wasn't carrying any additional cursed gadgets that could pose a threat, Dame Wasp reported back via the status screen: [All clear.]