ShinGotLost

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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.

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I Can Copy Curses

Orion moved swiftly through the air towards the killer, already in his Curse Transformation mode. He knew that fighting a 9th-level Platinum rank expert with his early Gold rank strength wouldn't end well. Even at his best, he could only match those at the 1st or 2nd layer of Platinum rank, and if he gave it his all, he might stand a chance against someone at the 3rd level of Platinum rank.

In this situation, he wasn't willing to take that risk.

Moving like a gust of wind, Orion appeared on the killer's right, his fist shaped like a pointed arrow, thrusting forward with deadly precision. Simultaneously, Mark flashed in from the left, his leg blazing with blue flames as he launched a powerful kick.

The killer didn't flinch. He sneered as he caught both attacks—Orion's arrow-like hand and Mark's flaming leg—with his bare hands. His grip was like iron, effortlessly stopping their combined force.

315. A Fast Pace Battle!