I Can Copy Curses

Chapter 106: 106. Curse Transformation

Orion was surprised to see that he got yet another sub ability all of a sudden.

Although he didn't know exactly what the system meant by saying his divine ability had a resonance with his talent, he could understand that his new sub-ability had some connection to it.

'Let's see what it is.'

He thought as he opened his status.

[Name: Orion Darkwood]

[Rank: Iron]

[Divine Ability - Transformation]

[Talent: Copy Curse: 11%]

[Sub Ability: Burst Mode, Curse Transformation]

[Curse: _ ]

[Strength: _ ]

[Stamina: _ ]

[Agility: _ ]

[Perception: _ ]

[Constitution: _ ]

[Mana: Nil]

[Skills: Nil]

"Curse Transformation?" He felt surprised as he looked at its name. "So it's indeed related to my divine ability."

At that moment, he suddenly felt a little lonely. He didn't know where that feeling came from, but for some reason, he had an urge to go home and meet his mother.

'What's going on?'

The sudden thought of wanting to meet his mother baffled him completely because he wanted to meet the mother of the original body, whom Orion had no relation to whatsoever. It felt like an inexplicable longing, an echo of someone else's instinct tugging at his consciousness.

As Orion felt confused about what was happening to him, a sudden influx of memories barged into his head, causing him to clutch his head as an intense pain overtook him. It was as if a floodgate had been opened, overwhelming him with images, emotions, and sensations that weren't his own.

"Agggahhhh!"

After a minute or two of enduring the pain, it began to ease up, gradually subsiding until it eventually vanished altogether. Orion's breathing slowed, and he gingerly released his grip on his head, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as the ordeal came to an end.

At that moment, he remembered everything. About his family, his parents, his siblings—every detail flooded back into his consciousness, filling the gaps in his memory with clarity and understanding. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a part of himself that had long been obscured.

Of all the memories he recovered, the part that made him releived was the part where his father explained why he sealed his memories.

It turned out that in his family, every direct descendant had to go through this. Their memories would be sealed at the age of ten, and then they would be sent to 1-star planets. The only thing they would remember or be made to remember was that their father had sealed their memories; other than that, they wouldn't remember anything else.

The sealed memories would only recover if they were to upgrade their rank to iron rank; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to recover their memories.

Orion didn't know the exact details behind this, but from what he could remember, it seemed like a heritage to his family, a tradition that had been passed down through generations since his ancestors used to rule.

The motive? He didn't know. Maybe it was so that the direct descendants would know more about life. Perhaps it was a way to ensure they experienced the world without the burden of their legacy, only to later reclaim their heritage with deeper, more personal wisdom.

'It's good that they didn't abandon me.'

Orion sighed in relief. However, at that moment, he realized something terrible.

Why did he feel relief? It wasn't his family. He didn't have anything to do with them. But why? Why was he feeling all those emotions as if all those memories weren't just memories but a reality he had lived before?

It was as though the memories had imprinted themselves on his soul, merging his identity with that of the original owner of the body. This inexplicable bond made the emotions feel authentic, as if he had truly experienced that life, bringing him a sense of solace and connection.

'Am I Orion Stark or Orion Darkwood, or maybe both at the same time?'

He couldn't explain this phenomenon. He could clearly remember everything about his life on Earth, yet at the same time, he felt as though he was the original Orion Darkwood who had lived in Darkwood Palace for ten years.

Most importantly, he could vividly remember how he had lived with his family—his siblings, his elder brothers, and sisters who used to tease him. He could recall everything in detail. For it to be this vivid, he doubted whether this was only a part of memory or if he himself was the real Orion Darkwood.