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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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[396] Emperor of Swords[1]

"Murim…will live on!"

Alan retracted his spear from the chest of the Beggar Sect leader, The light in his eyes dimmed, and he died.

The surroundings were a complete mess, buildings, and deep chasms filled the forgotten city.

Alan fell down on his arse and collected his breath.

He was tired. No doubt about it.

It was not easy fighting the Wudang Sect master, he may have defeated the Wudang sect master but that didn't mean he was unscathed. The blessing the Phoenix bloodline provided him was not with him now, and he couldn't heal himself with the effects of the [Blood Shadow mantle] because the Martial artists had been corrupted by the shadow. The blood they shed was not capable of being absorbed by the [Blood shadow Mantle] so he couldn't use the skill Siphoned Resilience…

He was slowly growing tired, and the fact that he was poisoned didn't help him much.

"Damn it…"