I Can Copy Curses

"Oh, I won't kill you this easily."

Orion's voice rang in his mind.

"I will make you feel all the pain one can feel. You felt it, right? The pain I inflicted on you just now? It was just the beginning—the real thing is about to start."

The man panicked and immediately cried, begging Orion. "Please don't do this! That pain is the worst I have ever felt—please!"

"Of course, that pain is the worst," Orion chuckled in his mind. "It's the pain I inflicted on your mind."

The man trembled as he recalled the pain he had just felt. It was beyond anything he had ever experienced, to the point that he would prefer death over going through it again.

"But if you want, I won't kill you. I'll even spare you. The only condition is that you tell me who you are, what you are, and what all those men are doing here."

The man became silent, as if he were pondering something.

Seeing that, Orion decided to give him one last push. "You know, I'm inside your mind. I could just soul-search your entire mind and probably find everything, but if I do that, the pain you'll feel... Tch tch tch... It will be a hundred, if not a million times worse than what you just experienced. So, what's your call?

Will you tell me, or should I soul-search you? The decision is yours."

The man panicked, but he knew what to choose, even if it meant going against the rules. "I'll tell you everything. Just let me go."

Orion chuckled. "Alright, tell me, and I'll let you go."

The man immediately became happy and spilled everything. "We are Zenithans."

Orion was shocked when he heard him, but he didn't interrupt.

"People from the Three Domains, the Archons, thought we were just conservatives. They thought we didn't want to develop our society, that we wanted to stay on the same planet. And yes, that is what we wanted all along, but you people, from the Three Domains and the Archons, took everything from us when you came to our world.

You took away our freedom, made us slaves, and then left us to rot in some corner of the planet. You treated us like we weren't even human—like we were animals."

The man became a little emotional as he continued. "All we ever wanted was to live a peaceful life. Even though the System came to us too, we decided to ignore it so we could live our lives to the fullest. But what did we get? A life of slavery?"

Orion frowned. "But from what I know, Zenithans were treated neutrally—neither too bad nor too good. There wasn't any slavery or anything like that, from what I've heard."

"Hahaha," the man laughed manically. "You're just a kid—what do you know? Ever heard the phrase, 'History is written by the winners'? That's what happened to us, and that's what happened to you. You only know what's happening on the surface of the Three Domains because that's what the Archons want you to believe."

The man's voice became hoarse as he continued. "The truth is, we were nothing more than slaves to the people of the Archons and the Three Domains." He sighed. "Even though we didn't like it, we never complained. But the next generation—they were more open-minded than the previous ones. They refused to accept a life of slavery in the shadows and a life as normal humans in the light.

So they wanted revenge—revenge for all the generations of Zenithans, revenge against the Three Domains and the Archons."

He laughed hollowly. "But nobody wanted to step forward and become the leader. They wanted revenge, but they were cowards. The blood of the Zenithans still ran through them." His expression changed, becoming fascinated. "That's when Boros came to us. We didn't know if he was human or from some other race, but he wanted to lead us down the path of revenge.

We hesitated but eventually agreed. That's when the resistance group called the Dark Order was born."

Orion was shocked to the core when he heard the full story. He could have never imagined that there was such a history behind the Zenithans. Like everyone else, he had never paid much attention to them. He rarely even knew a Zenithan, but learning their dark history made him believe that what happened to them was truly an injustice—or was it?

Just then, something clicked in Orion's mind, and his eyes widened. "The attack on the participants of the Human Federation Realm before the final assessment—was that done by you guys?" He asked, hoping it wasn't true.

"Hahaha," the man laughed. "Yes, it was our first mission after forming the Dark Order. The poor humans from the Human Federation Realm didn't even know Zenithans lived among them. The people from the Dark Order lived among them. We managed to kill quite a few geniuses, and nobody could figure out who was behind the attack.

Both the Archons and the Hunter Association drew a blank when they tried to find the so-called killers."

Orion didn't know what to say. 'It all makes sense now,' he thought, recalling how the killer had talked about revenge during the attack. The Dark Order was indeed behind it all.

"And what are you doing here?" Orion asked. "What are you doing here in the Archon Realm?"

"As I said, my people want revenge, and the best way to get revenge is to kill as many humans as possible," the man said sinisterly. It didn't seem like he was telling this because he was forced to, but rather because he was enjoying it. "Tell me, what's the best way to kill as many humans as you can?"

Orion's eyes widened as he realized something. "War? You want to go to war with the Archons?" he shouted, feeling the gravity of the situation.

"You're correct. We want blood—the blood of as many humans as possible—and for that, we need war." The man spoke like a madman. "We need war to happen, and when that happens, the entire Three Domains, the Archons, and the entire Limitless Void will be swept into it."

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