Seeing that his attack, which he had gathered over several years of his lifespan, had no effect whatsoever and had not even hindered Qin Mo's movements in the slightest, the wizard Kacha finally dissipated. He raised his staff high with both hands and shouted, "I... surrender."

After shouting out three words, Kacha looked at Qin Mo nervously. The latter paused noticeably and slowed down. Kacha breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "The people of Daxia are indeed pedantic. They actually believe in the idea that a prodigal son's return is more precious than gold."

Kacha never had a chance to turn back. His head flew high, a full ten feet high, his wide-open eyes and exaggerated mouth seemingly silently protesting the injustice done to him by the heavens.

With Kacha's death, the disturbed earth energy and bloodline disappeared, and the hundreds of dying young people on the shore began to occasionally let out weak groans, no longer as puppets controlled by others as before.

Taman, who was directing the arson around the palace, suddenly felt a lightness on his body, as if an invisible shackle had been removed. He looked around in astonishment, unsure whether he was searching for Qin Mo... or Kacha.

"Look closely, this is the person casting a curse. If you don't believe me, go to the bay to the northwest and see the site of the blood sacrifice." Qin Mo threw a flat, irregularly shaped head at the feet of the Sultan of Malacca and Prince Wira Bumi. The wide-open mouth revealed disgusting yellow teeth, causing the Sultan and Prince to vomit again, but this time no insects were vomited up.

"Taman, come here!"

Qin Mo pulled Taman into a secluded corner and roared fiercely, "Why didn't you know Kacha was so dangerous sooner? If he succeeds today, how long will this land be in chaos, how many people will die? How will I make my fortune then?"

“Your Highness, I only met Kacha today. I didn’t expect things to turn out this way.”

"Since he was the prince's man, why did he kill the prince as well?"

"Your Highness, I think it must be because of old grudges." Taman's shrewd eyes gradually became cloudy, and he murmured about old grievances.

Taman was the son of a chief in Borneo. In his youth, he was a brilliant talent in Borneo. After crossing the sea to Champa, he went north to study in Bactria. After completing his studies, he returned to Borneo, intending to make a difference, such as integrating the nearby tribes and becoming a useful person.

Unfortunately, Taman was unexpectedly chosen by a powerful wizard and taken as his apprentice. It was there that he met the equally talented Kacha. The two hit it off immediately, studying wizardry together and discussing their insights, like best buddies.

Taman had the support of his own tribe and held a much higher position among the wizards than Kacha, but he never looked down on Kacha and instead tried his best to help him. Kacha was also grateful to Taman and took him to steal their teacher's wine and to see their teacher's daughter... taking a bath.

Two young and impetuous geniuses were infatuated with the beauty of their teacher's daughter, and continued to peek at her until one of them was caught by the teacher. The teacher did not kill the two brothers, but simply made them choose one of them to inherit his mantle, and of course, his...daughter.

Taman, who was always humble and yielding, did not hesitate this time. He used his status to suppress others and obtained his master's inheritance. However, on their wedding night, his future wife eloped with Kacha, which drove the usually elegant Taman completely mad. He used his fiancée's hair to find their location. Just as he was about to catch up with his men, he realized that he had lost contact with his fiancée and then saw her corpse.

Although everyone believed that Taman's fiancée had "committed suicide," Taman, blinded by rage, could not believe it. He led his tribe to slaughter Kacha's family and neighbors.

Once his anger subsided, Taman was filled with regret and traveled alone to Luzon Island to spread witchcraft until he met Qin Mo.

“Your Highness, I know Kacha’s temperament. He must not have forgotten his hatred for the Borneo wizard over the years.”

“If Your Highness and the prince of Majapahit both died under the influence of black magic, then Great Xia and Majapahit will surely seek the root cause. Borneo is the source of sorcery. Under the attack of the two great empires, it was reduced to ashes, which can be considered as avenging his grievances.”

Qin Mo stared intently at Taman until he was sweating profusely and trembling before finally speaking: "Brother took you to see some naked women, and you actually stole my woman, you're such a scoundrel."

Laziness is the original sin. The alarm clock rang, and I thought, "Just a little longer," and then I opened my eyes and an hour had passed... It's late again. (?)