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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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[318] Against a Horde.

Days passed by, and the World was busy with its own things. The Association was busy with the Aror incident. Twilight was busy with its own matters, like the rest of the guilds.

Kazikato was training with Ariel, along with Edward. Maxwell and Alice were busy with the guild's affairs whilst Emma was improving her healing abilities.

However…On Terra Damnum, The Demonic Continent it was chaos. Not because it was literally made of chaos, but there was chaos.

Whilst the World was busy with its own affairs, A certain someone who was a myth was training his disciples.

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The land was filled with corpses, and soaked with rotten blood. Thousands of demonic beasts lay dead, their blood filling the land.

Who was it? Who could have created this sea of corpses?

Thousands of demonic beasts, each extremely strong. All laid to waste. Some were cut up into thousands of pieces, some were fried, whilst some were encased in large glaciers of ice.