I Can Copy Curses

Orion smiled slightly when he saw that. He had already known that Carl would say something controversial when he sneered at him before talking with everyone.

Ordering others in a boss fight? Kicking the low-ranked ones out of the boss room? These actions were punishable if done by anyone else, but sadly the perpetrator belonged to the Dungeon Management Association, which could abuse its own rules in any way it wanted.

"You don't want to listen to me? Is that it?" Carl raged at the crowd. He was already furious from being defeated by someone in the iron rank, and having to run away was a thorough disgrace. Now, hearing the crowd protest against his orders made him even angrier.

"Alright, I will let you all enter the barrier and kill the boss monster yourselves," Carl laughed at the idea. He couldn't wait to see them trembling and cowering in front of the golden wolf, eventually calling on him to save the day.

However, even within his group, there weren't many who liked his plan.

"Carl, we are representing the Dungeon Management Association, so I advise you not to do anything that will make you regret your decisions later," Damian warned him.

"Regret?" Carl laughed like a madman. "What if all these people didn't listen to my orders and died fighting the boss? Who would complain then? You? Me?"

He added, "It would be considered an accident that these people, instead of listening to someone stronger, went and fought the boss monster themselves and hence met their deaths. Nobody would be blamed. HAHAHA."

He laughed like a maniac, revealing his plan to Damian and his friends. But he was a little too loud, and everyone else heard his plan as well, causing them to take a step back.

"Has this guy gone mad?" Orion muttered to himself, wondering if Carl had completely lost it.

Even if they were from the Dungeon Management Association, they weren't untouchable. They could still be punished for their crimes if reported to the higher-ups.

At that moment, a figure stepped forward from the crowd. It was a man in his twenties with light grey hair, a mustache, and a very thin beard along his face. He appeared very calm, unlike the people in the crowd who were trembling in anger upon hearing Carl's words.

"May I talk to someone more sensible here?" he asked plainly, looking at Carl's three friends.

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, Carl, like the arrogant person he was, shouted, "How dare you ignore me? And just so you know, I am the leader here. So, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"I am not talking to dogs here," the man smiled and looked at Damian. "I presume you are someone who knows what is right."

"YOU!" Carl trembled with rage. No one had ever called him something so filthy, and it made him even angrier.

"Just because you said those words, I am going to kill you," Carl immediately lunged at the man, about to use his talent when someone flashed in front of him.

"Ethan?" Carl shouted. "Are you going to stop me too?"

Ethan shook his head, "I am not, but can you listen to me for a moment?"

"And what would that do?" Carl spat in anger. "These guys have gone mad. They first didn't listen to my order, and now one of them even has the gall to say such words. I must kill him to show them what happens when someone goes against me."

Ethan sighed, having a headache about Carl's anger, but if his suspicions were true, he couldn't let Carl go wild here.

"Just listen to me for a moment," he said with a face full of seriousness.

Carl glared at him for a long time before he said, "If it's anything about sparing them, then don't blame me for not listening to you."

Ethan nodded and said, "Come with me for a moment." He wrapped his arm around Carl and took him away from the crowd.

Damian, on the other hand, shook his head when he witnessed all of that. The thing he feared the most had happened. Carl had gone mad. There was a reason they had come to the Magus Kingdom with Carl—it was all so they could keep his madness under control.

From childhood, Carl had a habit of losing control, and when he did, he wouldn't listen to anyone—not even his father. It was like he became a completely different person when he went mad.

As far as Damian could remember, Carl's family had taken him to various doctors, but none found any problem with him. In the end, it was said that his immense talent caused him to lose control of his body. However, nobody was sure how a talent could affect someone so severely when such things usually happened only when a curse was activated.

'I only hope that he comes back in control,' Damian thought, sighing.

On the other side, Orion looked at the man with grey hair. He was surprised by the boldness of the man. To call Carl a dog wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and he called him that as if he didn't put Carl in his eyes at all.

'Who is he?' Orion wondered and turned to his sister at his side.

Looking at her, he didn't see any worry or anger like other people had towards Carl and the Dungeon Management Association. It was as if none of this concerned her.

'Did she know something?' A doubt began to form in his mind. When everyone was worried and appeared anxious, his sister was the exact opposite. Why was that?

Curious, he asked her, "Big Sis, do you know that guy?" He first started with the silver-haired man, feeling that he was acting way too calm like his sister.

"Him?" Emily pointed at the silver-haired man, to which Orion nodded.

"No, I don't," she replied.

Orion nodded and stopped looking at her. He couldn't tell if what she said was the truth or a lie, but he believed her enough to know she wouldn't lie to him.

'Maybe I am just overthinking things,' he shook his head.

At that moment, he saw Carl and his carefree friend making their way towards them after a little pep talk.

"Everyone, I am Ethan, and I will be leading you to kill the boss monster," Ethan introduced himself and announced.

Orion was surprised, and the crowd was even more surprised. But before they could process anything, Ethan continued, "And don't worry, I won't be ordering you. We will go through the same process as we usually do when facing a boss monster."

Ethan's last words surprised the crowd even more, and for a moment, they wondered if what he said held any truth.

Seeing the doubtful faces of the crowd, Ethan frowned and bowed in apology, "Please forgive me if my friend here made you distrust us, but believe me, we won't be messing around with a peak platinum rank boss monster. We will fight in an organized manner and kill the boss."

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