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.
Orion found himself standing on a green plain as he passed through the door. There was nothing around him except the vast expanse of green. A gentle breeze blew, swaying the grasses on the ground.
"Where is this place?" he muttered to himself as he looked around, finding the area strangely peaceful.
All he could see was the green plain stretching as far as his eyes could take him. The gentle wind and serene surroundings made the place feel tranquil.
"Peaceful, isn't it?"
A voice sounded in Orion's ears. He turned towards the source and saw a woman in her mid-thirties standing a short distance away.
She wore a pair of black jeans and a white shirt, her long, dark purple hair flowing effortlessly down to her waist. Black sunglasses shielded her eyes, giving her an air of mystery, while a cigarette rested between her lips, the smoke curling upward and drifting softly in a deliberate direction.
"Who are you?" Orion asked, eyeing the woman.