I Can Copy Curses

Chapter 408 408. Summoning The Divine Soul

Orion was back in the courtyard in Grimshore, in the inn where he had been kindly persuaded to stay.

"I'm back here," he thought as he opened his status.

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[Name: Orion Darkwood]

[Level: 1 - 0.9%]

[Divine Soul: #$&#$& - Soul Form]

[Soul Shard: (1) 3-star]

[Soul Power: 2%]

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"I'm still level 1, and my soul power is also very low." Orion checked his status before deciding to go hunting to increase them as fast as possible. Only by reaching 100% soul power would he be able to transform the Divine Soul from image form to solid form.

"But first, I have to meet Mark here," Orion thought as he left his courtyard.

He sneaked out of the inn, peeking around to ensure the coast was clear, then headed out of the house in relief. He did not want to encounter that lady again.

"Let's see... he mentioned he'd be in front of the tallest structure in Desmere City." Orion ran through the streets, spotting the tallest structure in the distance—a black tower reaching into the sky, touching the clouds.

He ran for a few minutes before arriving in front of the tower, noticing an unusual crowd gathered there. The crowd was larger than any he'd seen, except for those at the walls where people went hunting.

Curious, Orion walked toward the tower and soon spotted Mark in the distance. He waved, and they quickly met up.

"Damn, it's good to finally see a familiar face," Orion sighed in relief.

Mark nodded. "Are you going hunting?" he asked.

Orion nodded. "We don't know when the war might start, so I want to level up as quickly as possible," he said solemnly.

WHOOM!

A beam of dark energy exploded from Orion, streaking into the sky with terrifying intensity. Mark, standing nearby, was thrown backward by the shockwave, barely managing to regain his footing as he braced against the surge of power.

The beam's ominous glow stretched across Grimshore, visible in every city, piercing the heavens like an otherworldly signal. People stopped in their tracks, fear pooling in their chests as a crushing weight pressed down on them. In that instant, every Divine Soul in Grimshore trembled, laid bare in the beam's dark aura.

The pure and the corrupt alike felt their truest natures quake in the shadow of that black light, as if something ancient and insatiable had come to life.

Somewhere in Grimshore, a man with golden hair stood with a blood-red sword in his hand, resting on it with closed eyes. Sensing something, his eyes shot open, and he smiled.

"Finally, the Black Sword has been born," Kane murmured, looking toward the distant mountains and forests. "Orion, you made me wait a long time." He smiled and disappeared.

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Sometime later, the black beam of light faded, and Orion was left holding a pitch-black sword. Red hues glowed along the blade as it vibrated with power.

"My Divine Soul is just a sword?" Orion muttered, unimpressed. He had seen Zeref's Divine Soul, which was so impressive, and in comparison, his seemed lackluster.

"It just looks like my previous sword was painted black and turned into this thing," Orion muttered, dissatisfied as he examined it.

"Is that your Divine Soul?" Mark asked, coming over.

Orion nodded. "I didn't expect my Divine Soul would be a sword."

"What can it do?" Mark asked.

Orion shrugged. "Who knows."

"What do you mean 'who knows'? When someone summons their Divine Soul for the first time, they should know everything about it aside from its name," Mark frowned.

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