I Can Copy Curses

It was the old man whom Orion had visited his shop in the Aethelgard City to buy necessary things in order to survive a week deep in the cave.

He recalled that his granddaughter was the girl with scars all over her face.

Elyn was her name.

After parting with them at that time, he never thought that he would see them again.

He had thought that they were just like all the other Zenithans living there.

But it appeared he was wrong about them.

'If he were as strong as he currently is, then why didn't he do anything at that time? His strength should be enough to kill that mammoth.'

Sensing the aura these two were emitting, Orion was sure that they were stronger than Mike—way stronger, in fact.

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"Have you forgotten the pact we four races signed in Grimshore?"

The demon laughed upon hearing the old man's words.

"The pact of treaty and peace? That thing?" He sneered. "I know that very well but remember this: only five more years are left before that pact ends so I am here to kindly remind you guys to be prepared for what to come."

The old man frowned. His face became solemn after hearing the words of the demon. He felt that if the demon race was this impatient before the pact even ended, he couldn't imagine what their reaction would be when it really ended.

"I saw your reminder and it was indeed received well by our race too."

He looked down at the disc where the masked individual confidently stood, his eyes staring at them.

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The demon understood what he meant and due to that, he felt a shame unlike anything before.

They had come to the Starforge with the intention of completely massacring all the humans in there to remind them that their peaceful days were coming to an end.

However, their plan didn't go the way they imagined and instead, their own demons got exterminated by a kid of iron rank.

If this were to be heard by the other three races, then they would become the biggest joke in the whole universe.

"Now, will you fuck off from the three domains or will I have to use my strength to make you fuck off?"

The old man's words made the demon even more angry. It would be a humiliation—a great humiliation for them—if they were to just run away.

But the reality was sometimes cruel, even for the demon race.

He knew he wasn't strong enough to fight the old man in front of him nor were any of his subordinates so running was their only choice, even if it would bring a sense of humiliation to their entire race.

"The human race will suffer in Grimshore for sure because of this and I will definitely make sure to get my revenge on what happened today."

With those words, the demon signalled his subordinates and they left the Starforge.

'These demons are becoming more rampant nowadays.'

The old man thought, looking at the backs of the demons and the huge dragon that soon turned into a dot and disappeared among the countless stars in the sky.

He then turned his attention downwards—towards the individual who alone stopped a tragedy from happening.

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Orion heard everything they talked about before the demon left.

The most important piece of information he got was the five-year deadline and some sort of peace pact between the four races.

"You just saved tens of thousands of lives; good job, kid."

Orion didn't know when the old man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It was nothing."

It was indeed nothing to him. Though he would have done the same thing if he were here with the identity of a direct descendent of the Magi family, Orion Darkwood,.

The old man smiled, seeing his humble nature.

"Tell me one thing," he suddenly asked, his eyes narrowing at the mask Orion wore. "Why do you want to become stronger?"

Orion tilted his head in response to the old man's words. He felt that it was too deep of a question for him to answer right now.

But now that he thought about it, he himself didn't know the reason why he wanted to become stronger. In fact, he had never thought about this before.

A reason for gaining strength? Was there really such a reason?

He just wanted to become stronger in the dungeon because he didn't want to die, and that goal hadn't changed at all since he left Aethelgard City, where he faced yet another life-or-death crisis.

Orion felt that if he had been weak, he would have certainly died in Aethelgard City. Furthermore, he realised that if he had been weak, he might never have survived the dungeon in the first place.

So, the only reason he could think of that drove him to become stronger was his will to live.

But was it merely the instinct to survive, or was there something deeper driving him?

The thought gnawed at him. He had always pushed himself to become stronger, but what if it wasn't just about survival?

Orion pondered deeply about this before he turned to the old man, who seemed to be patiently waiting for his answer.

"It's because I want to survive or maybe... I just like the feeling of becoming stronger."

The old man nodded with a smile.

"A bit vague but alright," he said before his eyes became serious. "I will give you a piece of advice so listen carefully, kid. Don't easily trust others; otherwise, it might bring downfall to you and everyone close to you one day."

Orion appreciated his advice.

"Thanks for your advice."

He also thanked him. Though he wondered why the old man was so strange, He first asked that philosophical question about becoming stronger and then gave him advice.

"I will take my leave."

Orion excused himself and teleported out of there.

The old man almost cursed, seeing that kid run away so fast. He wanted to ask a few more questions but he felt that it was alright for the moment.

"There is darkness and there is light too, within you. I just hope that you always live with this cheerful attitude and don't embrace the darkness within you.

He muttered to himself and then he too disappeared from the scene.

"It's over."

Fixen muttered to himself after seeing the old man disappear.

"Damn, these demon races. They are too full of themselves," Loren said, his voice trembling with anger. "Just let me upgrade myself to gold rank and then I will go to Grimshore myself and teach those arrogant bastards a lesson they won't forget."

Fixen nodded but he didn't say anything to Loren for he was too busy with his own thoughts.

"What are you thinking so suddenly?"

Fixen looked at Loren upon hearing his words.

"Who do you think is stronger between the Curse Lord, Astral, and Elyn?"

Loren found this question very interesting and he too pondered it for a moment.

"That's very difficult to answer. All three of them are super strong—many times stronger than us, in fact. But if I were to choose between them, I would go for Astral. As for Curse Lord, damn such a cringe name, and Elyn, I think we will have to see their fights before knowing the result."

Fixen nodded. He really wanted to see the three of them in action, especially Astral and Elyn. It had been ages since he had seen them fighting.

'I guess we might have a chance at the Emperor Heaven Palace this time.'