The Strongest Curse Master

I'm Kidd V. Dower, an exiled monarch. Both my co-workers and enemies know me as Agent King Kidd, the smartest child ever to be born on this shit planet.

My late parents were the King and Queen V. Dower of a small island nation in the gulf of the country I'm currently seeking refuge in. They threw a month-long party to celebrate my birth, spending nearly 200 million dollars of the taxpayers' money when the entire country was suffering from an economic crisis.

As a result, they were overthrown in a coup d'état started by one of their trusted ministers and exiled, even before I turned a year old. The rebels had no choice but to spare my parents' lives as even though they were mortals, they were protected by the V. Dower Royal family's void-tier heirloom. If not for my parents being worried about harm befalling me, they wouldn't have surrendered but massacred the rebels to regain control of their nation.

Exiled, our family of three, with the help of a few of our trusted aides, moved to this great country seeking asylum. Fortunately, my ancestors had the foresight to invest most of their ill-gotten-gains in this country and various other neighboring countries, leaving enough fortune for my parents to continue their old life-style even in exile.

Yes, they were terrible monarchs, but they were loving parents. Now that they were free of their hereditary obligations, my parents focused on me. Having rewarded their loyal aides handsomely and freed them of their duties, they decided to put an end to the wild party-life and start living a peaceful suburban life.

To my surprise, they really managed to bury their old lifestyle and fit into the suburbs. Turns out my being a genius and not a regular-ass toddler not only helped them see through their resolution but also with their marriage. But my parents never realized that their son was not a regular-ass kid till the very end. I wonder if it was because they were too dumb or I'm too good of an actor.

One night, while crossing a crossroad, a drunk trucker overran a red light and hit our car. Killing my parents on impact and sending me into a month-long coma where I unconsciously formed my curse core and awakened to learn that I was no longer an exiled prince, but an orphan and an exiled monarch.

They survived a freaking coup only to die in a foreign country to a freaking drunk trucker. That night, in my rage, I built my first curse droid using the basic things I found in the hospital and my curse abilities, the Avenger. If it isn't obvious already, it not only killed the trucker but his abusive parents and greedy contractors who caused him to find solace at the bottom of a liquor bottle while driving a big rig 80 miles per hour.

I wasn't about to end my revenge with just that. I planned to find out what brand of liquor the trucker was drinking that night and kill everyone earning even a cent of profit from its sales.

However, my granduncle/guardian Dick V. Dower showed up out of nowhere and stopped me from continuing on my killing spree before coercing me into enlisting in the C.I.B. under him, marking the start of my secret agent career at the tender age of four. Since then, I have killed ten times the people I planned to kill that night to avenge my parents. All over the span of two years for this godforsaken country.

Was I being ungrateful?

No!

But,

Funny how the father of the very guy that started a freaking coup d'état and used my parents love for me to overthrow their regime before exiling them to this fuck'd up two-faced country to die at the hands of a drunk trucker was considered fit to be my guardian by this GREAT country's authorities.

Granted, my granduncle left the royal family and exiled himself to this country, allowing his greedy brother, my grandfather, to sit on the throne without shedding any innocent blood even though he wasn't worthy of it. As a direct result of that, the citizens of our island nation cried tears of blood for decades, but… but they were my parents and I love them, goddamn it.

Therefore, that night I vowed that I would grow strong so that one day I would behead this scheming father and son duo, put their heads on a pike and announce to everyone with even a doubt of involvement in my parents' death, I am coming for them next.

"Kidd, you listening to me?" Dick V. Dower asked, seeing his grandnephew intensely staring at the screen despite realizing his presence. He couldn't help but wonder if he was pretending, just to ignore him.

"How many times have I warned you not to come into my lab without my permission? Do you want me to blow this one too? Don't think for a second I won't," I shouted at the old man in annoyance without turning around.

Dick had inherited the perfect genes and superior aptitude for curse energy of the V. Dower Royal family, becoming a Void-tier before crossing fifty years of age. He was ninety-something now, but looked like he was still in his late forties. However, for some reason he had a head full of silver hair instead of the signature golden hair of our V. Dower Royal family, making him look a lot wiser than he actually was.

"I don't doubt it. That is why I waited outside for hours, despite the urgent nature of this matter. Stop throwing a tantrum and listen for a second. This is about the Island of Great V. Dower," Dick V. Dower patiently said, knowing how unreasonable his grandnephew can be.

"What about it? Did they deface another statue of my ancestors or blame my family for everything wrong in their lives again? I'm sick of those clowns," I said coldly. I know they wouldn't be wrong to do so, but you see I have a tendency to use sarcasm and snarky remarks as a defense mechanism. You would too if everyone were blaming you for the mistakes of your ancestors.

"Yes, that too but I think I have figured out who is truly responsible for the downfall of our island of Great V. Dower—" Dick eagerly said only to be interrupted by his uninterested grandnephew, "Congratulations, you finally manage to figure out what the world has known for decades now. Dick, if you are here just to blame my family for everything wrong with that nation, you know where the door is."

"No, it wasn't my brother, but the involvement of the forgotten colony of the Roanoak. These Roanoan spies have been meddling with every aspect of our nation from the shadows, even before my brother took the throne. The current state of the Great V. Dower is all part of their plan to secure their nation's borders—" Dick excitedly tried to explain to his grandnephew, only for the latter to skeptically cut in, mocking, "And my parents are in heaven with my ancestors. Leave before I get angry, Dick."

"Actually, how dare you mock my intelligence and waste my time with this fairy tale of yours—"

"It's not a fairy tale. It's the truth. Here, read this C.I.B. report. For the first time, a Roanoan spy has been captured. More importantly, he is a direct descendant of one of the Overlords."