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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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[322] The Saints of Sword and Spear.

Arken sat on a rock and gazed at the tumultuous skies of the demonic continent with a stiff face, His Berserker sword lay embedded in the ground beside him. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Are you okay?"

He heard the voice of his old friend from behind. Oliver approached him and Arken made space so Oliver could sit down as well.

"I'm a Hypocrite, aren't I?"

However, instead of answering Oliver's question he instead asked another question.

Oliver became silent. Not Knowing how to answer.

"I said those things acting like a righteous man, but those words of mine were just hypocrisy."

Arken belittled himself. Oliver, however, had another idea.

"Maybe if it was the old you."

Yes, maybe if it was the old arken, The words would have been hypocrisy. But…

"It wasn't the old you now, So no. What you said there was no hypocrisy."

Arken laughed dryly. He gazed at the thunderbolts dancing in the corrupted skies as he lay down on the rock.