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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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[407] Heavenly Demon[4]

The heavens cried as lightning invaded their domain with its thunderous noise, The Earth trembled when the fierce bolts powered by qi struck it. The heavy downpour did nothing but increase the intensity of the lightning. It was as if the heavens were crying.

"Kuh…."

The body of the Sword Emperor lay in a crater, his bones mangled and torn and his clothes reduced to nothing but ash. Except for his pants.

"Trai…tor,"

The Sword Emperor barely managed to utter those words. His mighty figure had been reduced to an old man on the verge of death…No.

One step of his had already stepped into the domain of death.

"..."

Above him, on the border of the crate lay the Heavenly demon, his figure upright and fine. It was as if he had just come back from a stroll…Not a fight against the man known as the Emperor of Swords himself.

"Namgoong Yoon."

He called out the name of the Sword Emperor.

"How…is it?"