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I Can Copy Curses

WPC APRIL WINNER 2024 Orion had worked hard his whole life, but success always eluded him. He couldn’t cross the threshold that required him to and got plunged into the abyss of despair because of it. However, life gave everyone a second chance. Orion also got one, and he put his soul and sweat on it, but he still failed to grasp that chance. As a result, he died. But when he thought it was all over for him, he found himself reincarnated in the world of fantasy, where every individual boasted super talents and devastating curses on themselves. He also had a talent, but he didn’t know what to make of it as his talent was “Copy Curse.” He could only copy other people’s curses. “Why? Why, god, why? Why do you have to reincarnate me and give me this shitty talent?” As if God had heard his plea, something appeared in his field of vision. [Congratulation to the host for awakening the system.] [Talent: Copy Curse — Host can copy other people’s curses.] [Curse: Null Body — Host’s body can’t feel mana because of this body.] “What the hell! My talent is already shit, but this freaking curse has to make things worse for me.” However, what Orion didn’t know was that, with the crazy combination of his talent and curse, he had the ability to become the strongest being in the three domains. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/kh8Xwe6WHV For character arts and many more things, join the novel discord group.

ShinGotLost · Fantasy
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201. Archon

Orion found it strange to hear so many gasps at the same time. He wondered what the word 'Archon' meant to shock so many people present.

"Big Sister, what is Archon?" he asked quietly, turning to her.

Emily only shook her head in response.

Seeing that, Orion felt a little surprised but understood it must be one of those taboo topics that couldn't be discussed in front of so many people.

So, he didn't press further and waited for the dungeon to open.

***

On the other side, Carl Rollins, who had been introduced as a member of the Archons, looked at the shocked crowd with satisfaction. This was the reaction he had envisioned before coming here.

He had long black hair, wore a dark grey robe, and had a mark of a black flame on his forehead.

Turning to the middle-aged man who had introduced him, he ordered, "Let's open the dungeon. It should be about time for the dungeon to become stable."