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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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[117]...what is happening?[2]

*Clang!*Clang*

Two spearmen clashed their spears with one another in a dead land filled with nothing but corpses, and blood.

The sky had a red moon and purple clouds.

There were corpses of multiple species, Demons, Balrogs, ancient behemoths...and even a few dragons.

*Clang!*Clang!*

The clashes continued, A spearman clad in black demonic armor fought a spearman clad in a golden dragon's armor.

A demonic spear that exuded a blood-red aura clashed with a holy dragonic spear that exuded a golden aura.

Both weapons, at first glance, looked equal to each other, and their wielders did as well.

But that was a misconception, for the golden spear began to crack as it clashed with the demonic spear, the spearman of gold losing as the battle went on.

Their movements were blinding, followed by flashes of black and gold light.

The exchange of blows continued, and finally...the golden spear shattered.