I Can Copy Curses

Orion frowned, looking at the young man in front of him. He appeared to be the same age as Ray and the others. He had short black hair, and his face—Orion was sure he had seen it somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where.

"You've got the wrong guy," he said lightly.

"Is that so?" The young man smiled and introduced himself. "I am Nick Scott, someone who has some power in the Dark Order."

'Nick Scott?' Orion recalled hearing that name during the cursed tree incident in the Magus Kingdom. Nick Scott was the candidate chosen by the Zenithans to represent them in the meeting.

"A war against humans of the three domains and the Limitless Void, colliding with other races, killing the geniuses of the human race, and so on. The Zenithans have come a long way," Orion said, looking at Nick.

Nick shrugged. "What can I do? This is what my elders want, and this is what I want. This is what Boros wants. We want the same thing, so it doesn't matter if we all die trying. What matters is that we tried," he said casually.

Orion calmly replied, "You will lose the war and all your people with it. It will only benefit the other races."

"You don't understand, and I'm not here to explain," Nick said, smiling before looking at the young man behind Orion.

"I want to take him away," he said, pointing at the young man.

Orion replied, "You can take him away, but he has something of mine. I'll just take it, and you can take him away."

"Do you take me for a fool?" Nick asked. "I know your dimension-based ability, and I know you're Orion Darkwood, so quit acting. Your dimension-hopping ability is so famous that even a kid would know you're Orion Darkwood."

"Whatever," Orion shrugged as he teleported behind the young man and sucked him in too.

"I said I wanted him!" Nick shouted, seeing Orion take him away.

"Well, I can take you to him if you want?" Orion said before appearing beside him as he started pulling him in.

However, before he could completely absorb him, Nick's hands produced a gleaming red spear as he swung it toward Orion.

Using the curse of Berserk Body, Orion caught it with his bare hand.

Boom!

However, the force behind the spear was too much. When Orion caught it, the entire building shook and started to collapse around them.

"A Diamond Rank curse weapon?" Orion was surprised but shook his head. "But it won't save you." He created a wind shield around them, deflecting the falling debris.

'Almost complete!' Orion thought, seeing that he had nearly absorbed Nick, with only the hand holding the spear remaining. Just then, something unexpected happened.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Nick's body began to automatically come out of the dimension, as if being pulled by something.

'This strength... Diamond Rank!' Orion frowned and increased his energy output on the suction, but just as he did, a stronger pull completely freed Nick from his dimension and took him away.

'No, this strength is above the 5th level of Diamond Rank,' Orion estimated. After spending some time with the experts in the Starfire Guild, he had a good idea of the average strength of others compared to his own.

His current strength was probably around peak Platinum Rank to the 1st-3rd level of Diamond Rank, and the one who pulled Nick away would be around the 5th level of Diamond Rank or higher.

Amidst the wreckage of the collapsing building, Orion flew into the air. There he saw her—a woman with long, dark green hair, standing beside Nick. She appeared to be in her thirties.

"Well, well, well... Who would have thought we would encounter the infamous Orion Darkwood in our hideout?" The green-haired woman laughed lightly.

Orion shrugged behind his mask. "I also didn't expect to uncover the Zenithans' conspiracy. You guys are plotting something big," he said, looking at her.

"We're forced to do what we must," she replied, smiling and gazing deeply at Orion. "What about you? You've been crowned the most wanted man of the entire human race, titled a traitor when you did nothing wrong. Don't you hate it? Don't you want to fight for justice?"

Orion frowned again. He wanted revenge—that was why he was here, and he would have it. No one could stop him from achieving that. No one.

"What can I say?" He shrugged, looking at them. "I also want revenge. I also want to fight for injustice, but I have my own way of doing so."

"Oh, what way?" the woman asked, intrigued.

"The way that doesn't involve colliding with other races," Orion replied. He understood that he became the most wanted man, and his family had to go into hiding because of the Ten Seats and the Archons. He would take revenge against them. He didn't have to involve all the humans of the three domains.

At least he hadn't gone that dark, or so he thought.

The woman fell silent for a moment before speaking calmly, "Boros speaks highly of you, calling you the strongest genius to ever exist at any time. But he also mentioned that those with talents breaking the norms, challenging the gods, are cursed with a sad ending. They are cursed to never have a good life, cursed to a very cruel death, cursed to an eternity of bad luck.

Simply put, geniuses at your level, no matter how strong, are bound to live a miserable life."

She added, looking at Orion with pity, "At first, I didn't believe it. I thought, how could someone with such great talent have such a miserable life? But then I learned about you. Orion Darkwood, hailed as the strongest genius of the three domains. Your name spread far and wide, even reaching the Archons.

But just as your popularity was about to soar, the tragedy at the banquet happened, and you became the most wanted man, the traitor of the human race."

Orion wondered for a moment if this theory was actually true, but he soon shook his head. It sounded more like superstition than truth, though it did remind him of the vision he had seen, where he was killed by another version of himself.

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