I Can Copy Curses

Chapter 275: 275. Movement of the other races

Orion didn't know how to feel about it. Becoming a god seemed fantastical, but he believed it could be possible in this world. Yet, it was for this very reason that he found it deeply disturbing.

"That's my goal, and I'll search the entire universe to discover how to achieve Godhood. But what about you?" Grey Orion asked. "I believe the Ten Seats might declare you the most wanted criminal of the human race and label our family as traitors."

"I'm not worried about myself. I can change my appearance, so I can blend in anywhere. I just hope Father, Mother, and my sisters will have a safe place to hide," Orion replied solemnly. Before coming here, they had given him the location of a place to meet if things went wrong, so he planned to go there and ensure they were okay.

"I understand," Grey Orion said, standing up. "I guess this is where we part ways. Just don't die."

Orion nodded lightly.

"Also, the Ten Seats are gone. They searched the entire area of the void but didn't find us, so they left. You're free to go," Grey Orion added.

"Alright, see you soon," Orion said, about to vanish before he suddenly grabbed Grey Orion's hand.

"Hey, take me with you," Orion said. "I'm literally in the void right now. Where would I go? I don't even know if I can breathe there, or if I might just freeze to death, so take me to a nearby planet first before you leave."

Grey Orion nodded in understanding and disappeared from the red and blue dimension with Orion.

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Somewhere in the endless universe, a mysterious island floated quietly in the void, untouched by time.

The island was wrapped in a soft, golden mist that glowed faintly, casting a warm, otherworldly light over everything it touched.

Graceful inhabitants with skin tones ranging from light gold to pure white moved across the landscape, their golden rings hovering above their heads like ethereal halos. Their presence only deepened the island's mystique, as if they were keepers of an ancient secret.

At the island's center stood a castle that seemed pulled from a dream, both majestic and surreal. Its spires stretched upward, disappearing into the void, their tips shimmering with a soft, golden glow.

The castle's walls defied description—both solid and translucent, shifting between shades of pale blue, silver, and white, as though it was alive, breathing in sync with the universe.

The grand arched doorway at the entrance seemed to draw in the essence of the void itself, both inviting and intimidating in its vastness.

Floating platforms surrounded the castle, connected by glowing bridges of light. Each platform hosted gardens of shimmering, golden-hued flora that swayed gently despite the stillness of the void.

The entire scene was otherworldly, as if the island existed beyond the limits of reality—a place where time, space, and dreams converged into a single, breathtaking vision.

In the shadowy chamber of castle, the three figures gathered beneath a sky filled with swirling cosmic energy.

One had four arms and towered over the others like a giant. Another was a lady with fairy-like wings, smiling deviously at the other two—a member of the angel race. The last was a man with golden skin and a golden ring floating above his head—a member of the celestial race.

The air crackled with tension as the demon, with four massive arms and skin as dark as midnight, sat on a throne made of twisted obsidian. His eyes glowed with a fiery crimson light as he leaned forward, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "It's almost time. The peace treaty ends in five years, and the humans have grown far too bold. They used to be nothing more than insects beneath our feet."

The angel race woman, Seraphina, her wings shimmering with a cold, ethereal light, sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Insects that have somehow crawled out of the dirt and dared to challenge the heavens. It's laughable. A thousand year ago, they were nothing—mere ants beneath us. Now, they strut about as if they are equals."

The celestial race man, Meteus, standing tall with a golden ring floating above his head, nodded in agreement. His eyes were sharp, and his tone was icy. "Their arrogance will be their downfall. But the treaty has bound us, and that wretched peace has allowed them to grow far stronger than they should have. The time for patience is over. When the treaty expires, we will remind them of their place."

Seraphina smiled, her lips curving into a malicious grin. "Indeed, but why wait for the treaty to end? Our spy within their ranks has uncovered valuable information. It seems that their so-called 'geniuses'—the best and brightest of their kind—are planning to gather soon. A perfect opportunity to weaken their foundations before the war begins."

The demon's eyes flared with excitement, and he slammed one of his fists against his throne, causing the ground to tremble. "Geniuses, you say? If we strike them down, we'll cripple the humans before they even have a chance to fight back. They've forgotten their place in the cosmos, and it's time to remind them who the true rulers are."

Meteus's expression turned cold and calculating. "Their strength is built on fragile pillars. Destroy those pillars, and the entire structure collapses. By targeting their young talents, we'll ensure their future crumbles before it can even begin."

The other two nodded with agreement.

"I have a better plan."

At that moment another man walked in at the scene. He also had a golden ring floating atop his head.

"What is it?" The Fourarmed demon asked with impatience.

"A plan to kill the number one genius of the human race—the number one genius of the universe."

The previous three were shocked when they heard him but their expression soon turned malevolent.

"Tell us the plan then," the woman with the fairy wing on her back, Seraphina, asked.

"It's like this..." As the man finished telling them his plan, the other three were shocked by how well thought the plan was.

"It is indeed a good plan and we might succeed if we pull it off," Meteus said with excitement. "With the death of Kane along with all other geniuses, human race will not be that much of a threat aside from this Ten Seats."

Seraphina nodded in agreement, her wings rustling with anticipation. "Then it's decided. We'll strike at the heart of their future. Let them scramble in the darkness while we prepare for the real war."

The demon grinned, his fangs bared in a savage smile. "Let the humans think they've risen above us. They'll learn soon enough that they are still nothing more than ants, waiting to be crushed underfoot."

The four of them shared a sinister look, their disdain for the human race palpable in the air. With the five-year deadline looming, they were eager to remind humanity of their place in the universe—beneath the heel of their true masters.

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