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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 · Fantasía
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[158]The result.

The crescent slash had engulfed Alan Peccator who was struggling to stand.

*BOOM!*

"Cough!"

Ezra had coughed up blood and fell to his knees after he had released the attack.

His body too was in utter agony.

[You have gained an understanding of a movement of the Cataclysmic Spear[5 Star], Cataclysmic Rend]

[You have failed to accurately copy your opponent.]

As Ezra stood, the pores on his face were bleeding as he read the message.

'...I failed to copy it...'

His understanding of the movement was flawed, and hence he had copied a lower-grade movement.

But this message alone shocked him even more.

A failed copying of the technique resulted in a FIVE-STAR TECHNIQUE?!

His mind was in chaos.

Was Alan Peccator in possession of a six-star technique?!

It had to be so.

"Healer, Where are the goddamn Healers?!".

As he was lost in his thoughts, the voice of the guild master of Twilight entered his ears.