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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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667 Chs

{67}Sword Saint

"Ah!"

Alex hurriedly stood up in surprise, however, his head collided with the head of the golden-eyed old man looking down at him.

*Bam*

Their foreheads hit each other, yet it was surprisingly Alex who got knocked out, The old man didn't even flinch or move even the tiniest bit when their foreheads hit each other.

Alex had passed out from the collision and his forehead was now a little bit red as if he had smashed his head into a metal wall.

"Oh."

The old man muttered, He placed his hand on Alex's chest, precisely where his heart would be located, His finger shone with a golden hue and, Alex like his body had been zapped by lightning, Immediately woke up and gasped for breath.

"Gasp!What the fuck?!"

Alex screamed because he truly was surprised at the jolt of electricity that he had just felt wake him up.

"Don't curse in front of your elder's brat."

An aged yet manly voice sounded from behind him, It belonged to the old man who had a forehead made of metal.