I Can Copy Curses

Chapter 92. A Clever Escape

Therefore, Orion couldn't just vanish from here, even if he wanted to.

'There must be a way I can escape.'

He looked around the area, thinking of anything that would help in his aid.

"Don't look around," the masked man sneered. "Nobody is going to save you."

As the words left his mouth, his body disappeared from where he stood.

Almost instantly, Orion felt a chilling sensation all over his body, and before he could react, he felt a slight pain in his heart and found his body hurtling through the air, crashing through stalls upon stalls.

'Damn, what kind of speed was that?'

He only witnessed the mask man disappear, and at the next moment, he found himself crashing through the stalls on Market Street.

It was his first time seeing someone move so fast. Moreover, he felt fortunate that he had already activated his absolute defense; otherwise, this attack would have caused his demise.

He felt that whatever weapon the man attacked him with, it was pointed and sharp like a sword and was aimed straight at his heart, and it was his layer of absolute defense that negated the attack at the last possible moment.

However, it still couldn't stop the momentum of the attack, causing him to feel a slight pain near his heart. But it quickly went away as Orion used the curse of Sacrificial Renewal.

"What happened?" The masked man appeared surprised. "How did your body get blasted like a broken kite? How did you survive that?"

Orion knew the answer to that. The mask man's attack was swift and deadly, meant to kill him in one strike without creating any disturbance like an assassin. However, because of his layer of absolute defense, the attack couldn't get through him, which caused the momentum the masked man carried when he arrived in front of him to transfer to him. Hence, his body got blasted back.

That also meant his absolute defense would work against the silver rank individuals; however, unlike the bronze rank ones and some weak iron rank ones, it couldn't completely deflect the attack, but at the same time, it wouldn't directly cause him any harm, aside from the momentum being transferred to him whenever someone strong would attack him.

But of course he wouldn't tell him about it, and he also wondered if he could use the momentum to make an escape here.

"You are lucky, kid," the masked man uttered, his voice tinged with irritation. "But you won't be lucky for a long time." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The masked man once again disappeared and appeared in front of Orion, his knife heading straight towards Orion's heart.

Orion was prepared this time and put his hand in front of his heart for precaution, thinking in case his absolute defense failed him.

"You think I will make the same mistake?"

The masked man sneered before he once again disappeared from Orion's sight and appeared behind him, but this time his hand carried a sword with him, which was aimed straight at Orion's heart.

If the masked man were standing in front of Orion, he would see a smile appear on his face. Yes, Orion was smiling. It was because his plan had worked.

At the moment, as the masked man's sword came close to Orion's heart from behind, it suffered an intense force of repulsion, causing the sword to not move forward, but this time the masked man appeared prepared as the sword that was just an inch away from Orion's heart suddenly extended at its tip, causing it to move straight towards Orion's heart.

However, it still failed to penetrate Orion's heart because, at the last possible moment, a red hexagonal-shaped light condensed at the point his sword was about to strike.

Hence, his sword only collided with the red hexagonal-shaped structure, causing sparks to release from their collision.

Almost instantly, when the sword and the red hexagonal-shaped structure collided, Orion found his body once again hurtling through the stalls of Market Street before he slowly came to a halt.

But at that moment, his body was under the pile of debris and broken stalls he had broken along the way, so no one could see him underneath those rubbles. He used that opportunity to activate the curse of Dimensional Dissonance and hop into the other dimension.

Meanwhile, the masked man frowned underneath his mask. He felt that his attack had collided with something solid this time, unlike the last time where he felt his knife had almost hit the target's heart. But the result in both cases was the same: his target got blasted back by the force of his attack.

He went towards an area full of rubble and dust and used his sword to remove them, but after a moment of searching there, he found no trace of Orion.

At that moment, he heard a mocking voice from somewhere.

"You know, you are the most useless assassin I have ever met. You can't even kill a bronze-rank weakling like me with your silver-rank strength. Sigh… I wonder how this world will fare if trash like you were born. Anyway, I hope I don't see you ever again with those useless assassination tricks of yours."

The masked man trembled as he heard him. He had never been insulted like that before in his life. Moreover, by a brat, he wanted to assassinate.

"Damn it."

He cursed as he looked around the area, searching for where the voice came from. But after a moment of scouting, he didn't find a trace of Orion. Frustrated, he vanished from the area.

In the only store among the horde of stalls on Market Street, the old man inside smiled as he witnessed all of that.

"Interesting," he said. "An assassin from Hades Reapers tried to assassinate a kid but failed. You don't hear something like that."

"Grandfather, why would the Hades Reapers try to kill a kid?" Elyn, who stood beside the old man, asked him. "As far as I know, they are the most mysterious organization in the three domains and wouldn't go around killing a kid."

"I don't know about that. They are too mysterious," the old man said, shaking his head. "Last time I heard, they seemed to be looking for some specific individuals in the three domains. But I don't know if it's related to that."

He pondered for a moment, thinking deeply about something, before he looked at her granddaughter.

"I know this kid," he said, smiling.

"You know him? How?"

"If my memories serve well, then this kid is the youngest son of Barion Darkwood, the Magi King of the Blitz Haven in the west."

"Magi King Barion? But how do you know him?"

"Five years ago, Barion brought his youngest son to me. He wanted to know why his son didn't have mana and if there was anything I could do to help him. So, I checked him, and to my surprise, it turned out this kid didn't have any talent at all. He was born only with a curse."

"How can that be possible? There has never even been a record of someone born without a talent and only with a curse. And what you said also appeared to be wrong because he seems to have a talent; otherwise, he wouldn't survive this assassination."

"That's what I am thinking. I was pretty sure he didn't have any talent when I checked him last time, but now he appears to have one. Most importantly, he doesn't seem to remember me at all. I spent a week talking and playing with him when I was diagnosing him, but now it seems that something has changed since then."

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