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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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[404] Heavenly demon.[2]

The heavenly demon gazed at the heavens from the highest peak.

His gaze was apathetic, and in his hand lay a bowl filled with the most precious wine in all of Murim.

He raised it up to his mouth and drank it all in one fell swoop, part of the liquor dripping down his face.

"Ha!"

He let out a rejuvenated groan, it was as if the wine had awakened him from his deathly state.

"The heavens are crying."

He muttered as his gaze pierced through all of Murim itself. A slight smile appeared on his apathetic face.

Ah, he felt alive.

He stood up.

"The Eternal Yin climbs the mountain, whilst the Bright Yang is still engaged with the Emperor of Swords…Kukuku!"

But his joy was short-lived.

[Why so quiet?]

The tower's mechanical voice rang in his ears.

"Because I don't know."

The Heavenly demon answered. The reason was simple, he didn't know whether the 'wish' would be accomplished.