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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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700 Chs

[369] The Empire[5]

Elijah simply waited for the drawbridge to lower down. Unlike Alan's trials, which swarmed him with undead…his were peaceful.

The undead didn't attack him, they merely watched him from afar. Elijah understood why.

Unlike the others, who attacked the saintess and other undead from the beginning…Elijah had merely helped them.

This was why the undead didn't attack…they considered him to be a sort of savior. His actions of purifying their souls also helped.

[How befitting of you.]

The tower's voice was heard once again. Elijah opened his eyes and his face contorted.

"What do you want?"

He asked, his voice containing a hint of wrath.

[I just seek to watch your trials.]

The tone of the voice changed yet again, this time into that of a curious child.

Elijah was disgusted.

"..."

He remained silent and watched the corpse giant emerge. Even the giant didn't do anything and just watched Elijah silently. The undead falling from the sky also avoided harming the drawbridge.