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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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[390] Wudang[2]

An old man sat on a withered chair, The sight around him was depressing, once marble and wood of the highest quality were now destroyed and rotten, and the corpses of the people he once cherished lay beside him, everywhere in the hall.

The once simple but beautiful decorations that filled his sect had now been reduced to ash.

The man, although infected by the power of shadow, his figure remained pure.

Unlike the rotting corpses of other martial artists, he was able to preserve his mind and body somewhat. He was strong enough to be capable of that.

This man was the leader of Wudang! It would be disgraceful to the sect if he was unable to do this.

"Another appears."

His voice rang throughout the hall, and he opened his eyes.

They were pure black, It seems he was not able to escape the influence of the Shadow completely.

Although his hair and skin were not in good condition, it was normal for a man of his age.