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The Villain's Story

"So, I'm supposed to just go along with the flow?" He questioned, his refusal evident. "I'm expected to surrender to whatever destiny has planned? To accept whatever hand I'm dealt by the cursed fate of this vessel?" He rejected the idea outright. "After finally thinking I'd broken free from the clutches of that accursed snake, now this? The transgressions of this vessel's original owners are not mine to bear! I'm not the same; I'm an entirely different entity!" His laughter reverberated maniacally, filling the air. Because, let's be honest, who wouldn't teeter on the edge of madness when the mightiest entities, armed with their colossal power, are relentlessly pursuing you? Those supreme and primordial beings, capable of obliterating galaxies with casual ease... how could anyone endure such overwhelming fear? Could anyone really accept the cursed hand that fate had dealt them? Yes, He would. He had to. "Fuck it." He declared with a fervor. "I don't care...I don't care if it's destiny or fate or whatever! Even if it's the supreme beings...I...I don't give a damn! If they feel the need to dictate my life, decide my ending on sins I am not guilty of...than I have only one thing to say. BRING IT ON!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasy
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600 Chs

[128]The Only Sane Chaos Dragon.

In a desolate land filled with nothing but the purple earth, devoid of life and the skies that seemed to tear apart every second.

Cracks formed in the skies and the earth, destroying the already destroyed landscape.

Yet, in a particular area, where a humongous Purple Dragon was resting...all was calm.

The Dragon had 2 pairs of wings, a menacing set of horns that adorned his head like a natural crown, ferocious claws that could tear apart everything, and Purplish eyes....that seemed weak.

The Dragon was curled up in the air which seemed to fluctuate with every breath the dragon took, drawing nearer and nearer to the Dragon.

It was just this dragon in this desolate land, devoid of any organism besides it.

The dragon...appeared to be weak somehow, as if it was a fraction of its peak strength.

Without a doubt, it was recuperating, regaining the strength it had lost.