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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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[220] A Cruel World.

14,457 dead.

30,098 seriously injured.

And many many more who were injured.

It was a fucked up day.

Aror was decimated, literally. Numerous buildings are gone, people are dead and another infrastructure is completely destroyed.

That was the day that Elton also lost everything, like many others.

He woke up in a hospital, he heard the faint, ringing sound of arguing.

He breathed, but even that was a laborious task, he tried to move, but that was an impossible task.

He could barely see, he could barely open his eyes.

It was as if an eternity had passed. And then he could hear.

"I'm sorry...but there is nothing we can do."

"What do you mean?! Isn't it your fucking job?!"

"I can't do anything about his legs! They've been reduced to mush, and demonic energy has seeped into his body...I'm just a C-rank healer...I can't do it."

One of them was a familiar voice...the voice of his father And the other he was unaware of.