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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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[538] But I am not just a dragon.

"Shut up."

Accompanying those words was a kick that shattered the weak bones that were Alan's jaw. David had kicked with such ferocity and annoyance that the weakened Alan could pose no defense. His steel-like bones, his steel-like skin, was useless.

The mana that once embodied his cells was on the wisp of extinguishing, and the dragon heart, despite pumping out mana in an attempt to recover the body, was being suppressed as well.

David bent down, with a snicker on his face. He looked at the shriveled youth in front of him. Once he was a proud, muscular figure but now a husk.

"Who were you even talking to?"

He questioned, but knew he would get no answer. He had sensed some fluctuations in Alan a while back and had come here, he sighed and said.

"Well, Who cares? You are going to die soon anyway, Besides..."

There was a cold glint in his eyes as the city rumbled, he had a grimace on his face as he thought.