I Can Copy Curses

Orion sucked in a breath of cold air when he saw it again. "So, I can control what happens in my dimension when I'm in Curse Transformation mode. I can make the void in my dimension very unstable, yet at the same time, I can calm it with just my thoughts." He muttered to himself, realizing the true potential of the Dimensional Dissonance curse.

Orion smiled with a cruel expression. 'Let's kill these assassins.'

He began searching through the factory and quickly noticed it was abandoned, having seen no other humans besides the assassins.

Not long after, he came across a group of three assassins talking among themselves, their expressions anxious.

"We let him escape again! The Queen won't be happy with us."

"You're right, especially since we already notified her that we had captured him."

"But the King may not let her act. He's opposed the Queen on this matter many times, so he might intervene again."

"You two seem to be forgetting something very important. The results of the tests we did on Orion Darkwood were negative. That means he isn't one of them."

"This is very strange. The oracle fish has never been wrong about anyone before, so how could it say Orion Darkwood was one of them, but the test results show otherwise?"

"Indeed, it's strange."

Orion heard them clearly in his dimension and became intrigued by their words.

From what he could tell, there was a reason why these assassins were after him.

'They mentioned a King, a Queen, and the oracle fish. They also said I'm not one of them.'

Orion pondered their words.

'It seems that when I was dreaming about Grimshore, they must have conducted some tests on me, which came back negative, leading them to believe I'm not "one of them."'

Orion shuddered, thinking about what kind of tests they might have conducted.

'Who are "them" exactly?' He wondered. 'Looks like I'll have to do this the hard way.'

Orion closed the distance between himself and the assassins, appearing behind them in his own dimension, and began pulling them into it.

"What's happening?!"

"Look! My hand... my hand is gone!"

"Who's doing this?"

The three assassins screamed in fear as their body parts slowly disappeared, their cries growing faint until no sound could be heard.

Soon, they found themselves in the same place they had been standing, but the world around them appeared dull compared to before.

"Where are we?" One assassin looked around, only to spot someone standing behind him. He became alert.

"It's you! Orion Darkwood!" He recognized Orion and alerted the others. "You two, look who we have here." He sneered at the other assassins.

The other two turned to look at Orion and were shocked. "Kid, is this all your doing?" the thinner of the three asked.

"I wonder that myself." Orion said, walking toward them and snapping his fingers.

Almost instantly, the three of them felt their bodies being restrained by an invisible force. Before they could react, they were bound by the space around them. They couldn't move, not even their fingers—everything aside from their necks and heads had become frozen.

"You! What did you do?" the taller assassin shouted in panic and horror as Orion calmly walked toward them.

"You're in no position to ask me anything," Orion said with a cruel expression. "Tell me, why are assassins from the Hades Reapers after me? What did the oracle fish say about me? What were the results of the tests you conducted on me? Tell me everything!"

Orion increased the pressure of the space binding their bodies, causing them to scream in agony.

"Talk! I don't have much time," he said, increasing the pressure even more.

The assassins only smirked and laughed cruelly. "You think you can make us talk? Dream on!" The fat assassin mocked, blood seeping from his mouth as the pressure increased.

The other two, the thin and tall assassins, also sneered. "Kid, we're assassins. We're trained for this. You think you can make us talk with a little force?" the thin assassin laughed.

Orion frowned. He had expected many reactions but hadn't anticipated such stubbornness. They weren't just stubborn—they were trained for situations like this.

'I guess I'll have to take things to the extreme.'

Orion increased the pressure again. "Talk while you still can, or death awaits you."

"Dream on!" the thin assassin laughed.

Orion frowned. "Then die." The space around the thin assassin became unstable before he was sucked into a vortex and killed.

"How about you two?" Orion asked the remaining assassins.

They gritted their teeth and smiled grimly. "Kid, you're wasting your time," the taller assassin said.

"Is that so?" Orion smiled sinisterly, increasing the pressure on the taller assassin's right hand, causing it to disappear. He repeated the process with the left hand.

"Aggghhh!" the tall assassin screamed in agony.

"How about now? Will you talk?" Orion asked. "Or..." He glanced at the assassin's legs.

"I won't say anything. Just kill me," the tall assassin gritted out through the pain.

Orion frowned at their resilience. "Then die." He commanded, and the space around the tall assassin warped before he was sucked into a vortex and disappeared.

"Only you remain," Orion said, turning to the fat assassin and slowly increasing the pressure. "I might as well kill you too."

"No, no, no!" The fat assassin panicked. "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Just promise to let me go."

Orion nodded. "If you're honest with me, there's no reason for me to kill you."

The fat assassin nodded and began to speak. "The oracle fish is one of the longest-living beings in the world—" But he suddenly stopped, his body swelling up like a balloon.

"Damn!"

Orion quickly teleported back using Reality Fracture.

BOOM!

The assassin exploded with a deafening blast, making the once quiet, dull dimension feel chaotic for the first time.

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