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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.

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241. Night of the Banquet - 6

A middle-aged man with golden hair walked into the hall, followed by numerous groups of people. He wore red clothing with a golden stripe, and atop his head rested a golden crown. This was Emperor Maximus of the Magus Kingdom.

The groups following behind were many, but a few among them stood out.

First was a lone man in his thirties who walked in casually. He also had golden hair, but unlike the Emperor's, it was neatly combed. He was Kane Maximus, the Sword Sage.

Behind him was a group of people exuding a fierce aura. They appeared arrogant, with sneers on their faces and casual attire, looking more like they had randomly decided to come rather than attend a banquet.

Leading them was a woman in her thirties with long, light blue hair tied in a ponytail. She wore dark red clothing and scanned the crowd as if searching for someone.