webnovel

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 · Fantaisie
Pas assez d’évaluations
670 Chs

[596] Celestial Slaughter.

A celestial soldier, a man that had lived not even a fraction of his lifespan, stood guard. He was a good soldier, one that was on his way to a higher position due to his merits. He had been a warrior for five years, and this was his last assignment.

A month more, and he would go back to Babylon, the capital of Celestia, a land of gold and good fortune, a land envied by their enemies, and in the hearts of its people.

"Haaa..."

He took a deep sigh, and drank a glass of water. Feeling the cold water slide down his throat invigorated him, he placed one foot on the walls and stared at the forest beyond him.

"One more month...and I will be a centurion."

In charge of a hundred men, that was nice. It was a dream of his come true, he, who was born into an average family, and did not possess a noble soul. The quality of his soul was subpar by celestial standards, but he was happy, nonetheless.

"I do hope the young noble is okay."