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The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasy
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[105]...he returns.

"YEEEHAW!"

Screamed the odd-looking boy with half his hair golden and the other white, one eye emerald green while the other half diamond blue and half emerald green as he...literally threw the Lavataur into the air...

*Thud!*

The massive body of the lavataur fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

It was a miracle it was alive, with the large wound on its back, repeated clashes and most importantly being fucking thrown in the air by someone who looked like dinner.

"...hfghh, hfggh."

It was on its last breath and it looked at its opponent with a resentful glare.

...but it was not going to go down without putting up the last struggle.

It gathered all of its remaining mana.

The Element of magma was exuded from its body as the very presence of it melted the snow around it.

The lavataur prepared itself for one last charge, and as it did, a large bull made of magma started to surround its body.

It was using every ounce of mana it had left for this final attack.