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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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698 Chs

[640] It isn't easy to surprise an Ancient Dragon!

Azmakul finally retracted his finger, Alan had long since given up on trying to get [Gáe Bolg] out, he hadn't felt this useless in a while.

"So... What were you doing?"

Alan asked, collecting his breath. Azmakul looked down at him, and was silent.

It was kind of hard to maintain eye contact when the butt of his [Gáe Bolg] was right in front his face, Azmakul's unusual appearance didn't help at all.

There was a brief period of silence between the two, Azmakul didn't speak, and Alan didn't know what to do, should he talk about the spear he himself lodged in the dragon's eye? Or bring something else to the table, avoiding it?

A cold sigh escaped Azmakul's abhorrent goat like mask, one that made Alan feel cold, and the dragon turned to face the sky.

"It... was all true."

He muttered, looking up to the distant sky as if missing something, he finally took Gáe Bolg out of his eye, and gave it back to Alan, complimenting him.