I Can Copy Curses

Chapter  91. Skull Masked Assassin

"Mama…let's go, mama…mama."

Her words, choking with tears, were barely audible, but Orion could still hear her.

Looking at that, Orion couldn't stand still. Even more so now that he had strength to help them. It wasn't his sense of justice or anything noble that made him want to help them. No, he just felt that if he had the strength to help them, then he should. But he didn't know what he would have done if the man standing in front of the lady wasn't an iron individual but a silver or gold rank individual.

"Hey, get out here!" he shouted at the man as he activated the curse of Unbridled Fury, trying to create a strong momentum. As a result, parts of his skin turned red, and the hair on his head started to have little shades of red.

Almost instantly, a strong momentum released from him so when the man turned to look at him, the momentum directly pressed down on upon him. This made the man think that Orion's strength was almost the same as him if not and he didn't want to have a battle of death so without any hesitation, he ran with his tails between his legs.

Orion smiled as he saw that. He hadn't had much hope this would work, but it seemed either that man was way too cowardly or he was simply too smart.

'If he wants to kill someone, then he probably is not a coward. That means I'm a genius.'

He nodded to himself as he thought that and made his way towards the lady and the little girl.

Seeing him coming closer, the little girl ran towards him and hugged him.

"Big brother…thank you….mama and I will go now….take care." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Alright, it's fine. I made the bad guy run away," he said as he touched her head. "You are safe now."

"Big brother, I will go now," she said, but tears hadn't stopped rolling down her cheeks even now. "Take care."

As she said that, she ran towards her mother, and at that moment, Orion saw something very suspicious. He saw that the lady—the girl's mother—held her up and fled away as if she were afraid of something.

'Do I look like a monster? I have bathed yesterday, you know.'

He thought to himself as he made his way towards Market Street.

However, he only took a step when the feeling of death came again. It was more urgent than the previous one he had, causing his back to instantly clench with sweat.

Turning around, he finally saw what made him feel the terror of death again. It was a needle—like the previous one—flying straight at his forehead and was only an inch away from making contact with his forehead.

Seeing that needle, Orion felt cold all over. He vividly remembered what had happened to that guy, and he definitely wouldn't want to turn like him.

Therefore, feeling the impending death, he instinctively activated the curse of Dimensional Dissonance and made his body tangible but it was at that moment he found to his horror that his body didn't turn tangible. He tried again but got the same result—failure.

He was sure that his body didn't turn tangible. Previously, whenever he had made his body tangible, he always felt like his body had turned into a feather—floating in the air—but now he didn't feel anything. It was as though he hadn't used the ability of tangibility at all.

'Damn it.'

He didn't know what caused this, nor did he have the time to ponder about it.

He had only one option left for him now, and that was to use the ability—the absolute defense of his curse—Electrostatic Disruption, but he also understood that he didn't have much time to form the layer of the absolute defense.

However, he had an idea but he didn't know whether it would work or not.

'F*ck it.'

He gambled on his last idea and focused straight at the needle's pathway and after roughly determining where it would hit his forehead, he made a layer of absolute defense the size of the tip of his finger at that area of the forehead, causing a red dot to appear.

In the time he had, he could only form a layer of that size; anything larger than that would require him more time, which he, for God's sake, didn't have.

After that, he could only hope that his luck, which had been bad the whole time, causing him to cross paths with these assassins, would remain as bad and wouldn't turn worse at the last possible moment.

Shhk!—

Orion stared with his eyes wide and saw that the needle, at the last possible moment, changed direction and hit the ground, causing a portion of the ground where the needle hit to turn into powder.

He sighed in relief, but he didn't dare to let his guard down and looked around, trying to find who attacked him while activating the layer of absolute defense at the same time.

After a moment of looking around the area, he didn't find anyone, but he felt a little safe now that his absolute defense had been activated.

"Quite a few tricks you got there."

A very strange voice sounded, causing Orion to instinctively turn around towards the source.

He then saw that, not so far from him, stood a man with a skull-shaped mask adorning his face. The narrowed eye holes of the mask appeared to be glowing with a deep red color, while the mask itself appeared matte black with a silver color outlining the whole skull.

Orion felt a very ominous premonition as he stared at the mask.

"Tell me, how should I kill you?" The man asked, his voice sounding very low pitch. "You have made me waste two precious Hades' Needles."

"Why did you want to kill me?" Orion asked. He understood that some assassins wanted to kill him, but there had to be a reason for that. They simply wouldn't just go around killing people—not assassins. At least that's what he knew about assassins from all the novels and movies he had read and watched on Earth.

"Why do you ask?" The man said this as he tilted his head. "I don't know, and I don't want to know. You are just on my killing list, and even if I knew about that, I wouldn't tell you since you are going to die anyway."

Orion cursed the shameless assassin as soon as he heard him. First, he sneak attacked him not once but twice, and after his sneak attack failed, he now wanted to attack him openly.

But he didn't want to openly fight him. He could sense the strength of the masked man was around silver rank because the masked man gave him the same feeling as General Jabal did when he met him the other day.

And he didn't have any confidence in defeating those of the silver rank, at least not right now.

He could just hide in the other dimension and escape from here, but that would mean exposing his life-saving trump card in front of an assassin and all the people on Market Street who had been peeking at their fight right now.