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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 · Fantasie
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[499] End of the Tower.

All they saw, was a flash of blue light engulf the black dome.

And the transmission was cut.

"... What happened?"

The rapid destruction of the tower stopped, and the light shining down from the sky also stopped. The entire area became silent.

No more of the tower cracked and fell. The obsidian seemed to be perfectly fine, and the world was silent.

"No way..."

However, a few of them noticed something. The cracked obsidian seemed to repair itself. The debris slowly went back into the tower, as they all gasped.

"No way..."

"It can't be..."

"After all...that?"

Wild ideas and conclusions came into their minds, the most prominent one being...

'Alan Peccator failed to clear the final floor.'

"So he couldn't beat Ezra after all."