I Can Copy Curses

"You killed him!" Mark shouted, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn't believe the old man had just killed Orion.

Mei Lin's eyes also showed fear. She understood now that the old man before them was the true god here, capable of ending anyone's life if he wished. But she was still deeply disturbed that he would kill Orion just for questioning him.

The old man smiled, seeing the fear in Mark and Mei Lin's eyes. "Orion was a lost cause. I had expected more from him—I thought he would lead you transmigrators, but he failed my expectations. He was a failure."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He added, looking at the two of them. "Did you hear him? He wanted humans to lose the war. He didn't want to help, and under such circumstances, I don't need someone who would aid the other three races in winning the war. In simple words, he was a traitor, and I had to kill him."

Mark clenched his fists tightly. "He was the strongest of us, and you just decided to kill him because he questioned your means?" he said, glaring at the old man. "Looking at your actions, I believe Orion was right. You're no god—you're just a fraud trying to play god here."

"Mark, have you forgotten Orion's treachery? For his own benefit, he took on the face of your dead friend, Ray Wiser, without regret." The old man looked intently at Mark.

Mark glared back fiercely. "And I still trust that face more than yours, the one who brought us here."

"You don't understand, do you?" The old man shook his head. "Orion had his role in the story, and he did that very well. He did what he needed to do, and after that, I no longer needed him."

"So you killed him?" Mark asked, feeling shock that the old man had killed Orion just because he thought Orion was useless.

The old man shook his head. "It's not that simple," he replied before his eyes suddenly widened in shock. "No! That can't be!" He quickly flipped through the pages of a book and read for a few moments before slumping back in his seat, looking defeated.

"Hehe," he laughed gloomily. "Here's the thing. I sent transmigrators to my story because it's already complete and I couldn't interfere. But by sending transmigrators and controlling them, I wanted to help so that the endless efforts of the three heroes wouldn't turned into a waste. But things didn't go as I planned with this batch of transmigrators."

He looked at Mark and Mei Lin. "There was one person who I didn't transmigrate, yet he came as a transmigrator with you all—that person was Orion."

Mark and Mei Lin were shocked; they couldn't understand how someone who wasn't meant to be transmigrated had come with them.

"In the original timeline on Earth, Orion didn't die of a heart attack; he lived a fulfilling life. He became a father, a grandfather, and died of old age, happy." The old man revealed. "But when he transmigrated with you all, everything changed. He died suddenly on Earth when he wasn't supposed to, and after that, things went totally out of my control."

The old man sighed. "A prophecy emerged—one that never happened in any of the heroes' attempts. It's related to the gods of your world and Orion Darkwood. Believe me, that prophecy isn't good. Although I don't know exactly what it is yet, I know it's not good for the world."

He added, "Orion Darkwood was an anomaly I couldn't control. I thought by adding transmigrators I could weave together a good ending with the heroes' efforts, but that all changed with Orion Darkwood. He did many things that increased the chances of humans losing the war. Even if he didn't mean it, he was unconsciously weaving his own ending to the story."

"That's why I summoned you here," the old man said. "Since I couldn't interfere in your world, I simply brought you three to mine, and those pages you collected helped me do that. After that, it was easy to kill Orion, and I did."

Mark frowned. "You'd already decided to kill him. So why go through all this explaining to us instead of just killing him directly?" he asked, gritting his teeth.

The old man sighed. "I'm not as cruel as you think. Since Orion arrived in this world, I've tried hard to see what he wants from life. I wanted to understand his trajectory, and believe me, I tried many things but failed to accomplish what I wanted. That's why, when you three came, I explained things patiently—I wanted to see which path Orion would choose, and the rest you know."

Mark remained silent, understanding now that Orion was dead and nothing he said would bring him back.

"How can you expect us to save the world when we can't trust you?" Mei Lin asked the old man.

The old man smiled. "I don't expect anything from you or the transmigrators. My story is your world now, and I couldn't care less about it because to me, it's just a story. But to you, it's your world, and I'm sure you don't want it to end in chaos and war, right? You wouldn't want demons, angels, and celestials to kill you all, would you? I believe you know what to do."

With those words, the old man snapped his fingers, and Mark and Mei Lin disappeared.

"Hmm… Things have taken an unexpected turn," the old man sighed, closing the book. Taking it in his hand, he walked to a library where hundreds of thousands of similar books were impeccably arranged. He placed the book on an empty shelf.

"Another failure, I guess," the old man muttered before walking away and vanishing from the scene.

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