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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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[136]The Child of Death[3]

"Finally..."

I held the one item I wanted in my hand as I tossed the corpse of a Blood Leopard.

Finally, I have it in my hands.

After 17 goddamn raids, I have it.

The crystallized heart of a blood leopard.

A blood-red gem that is as big as my palm.

Now, I only need to get one more thing to craft what I need, and also a competent blacksmith, and also find 'it'

The only problem here lies in the fact if I can find a competent blacksmith, t won't be any dwarves here to craft the thing needed for 'it'.

I just hope a human blacksmith is capable enough to not mess it up.

"Finally...only a little more and then I'll have it."

"Have what?"

I tensed up as I heard a voice that I had been hearing for the past couple of days.

And for fucks sake, why does he have to do that?

"Can you stop?"

I stared at Aranus as he magically appeared behind me moments ago.

"Sorry."

He apologized, and he asked me again.

"But what do you mean by 'it?"

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Wait...does he not know?