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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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[517] Like a flash of lightning himself.

Like a flash of lightning, Alan suddenly moved to the side and caused the Raven to be in distress, its eyes darted everywhere to find him, but before it could fully locate him, his spear was a like a violent snake ready to bite, or in this case, stab its neck.

It weaved through the air in an unnatural pattern, like it could bend and successfully struck the raven. 

However, in the nick of time, the bird caught the spearhead with its beak. It refused to let go and dragged Alan closer, to limit the use of his spear further.

It was planning to munch on the spear, But Alan recalled it into his inventory to be free from the raven's grasp. He summoned it again, and continued in his assault.

One, two, three strikes, one after the other, aimed at killing the beast in one attack. But the damn thing was fast even on the ground. It turned its body in unexpected ways and dodged the strikes.