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Heavenly Opposers

Manipulation... How would someone feel if their life was completely manipulated to the end? How would it be when everything from the moment of your birth to the end of your life is completely under the control of another? How much worse would it be that not just one, but all the lifetimes you have lived, be manipulated? Xiao lived two lives. In the first, he lived as the villain and died as one—a beautiful villain that made no impact on the real story whatsoever. Then he lives again in a different world, just to come back to his first. Doesn't that mean he can rewrite his mistakes? Doesn't that mean he could be great this time? But what if this was the goal from the very beginning? What happens when Xiao finds this goal and escapes his fate? What if the puppet escapes the puppeteer's hands, reshaping destiny, fate, and karma? What if this former plaything becomes the ultimate threat to causality itself? Witness as Xiao compels both the living and the departed to chant his name... Until the very cosmos quakes in awe of his might and fear of his name......

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301 Chs

Chapter 126-Gifts That Curse

After three days of an unknown slumber, Xiao finally woke up on the fourth day. The world around was still dull and grey while on a throne not far away, Teresa sat humming around. Xiao's body was still, sitting cross-legged. Nothing about him felt different. The projections around him had long since faded away, and finally, Xiao opened his eyes.

Those deep, dark black eyes with a hypnotic white in the middle finally opened. No feelings could be seen inside him, just dark null eyes were all that opened up. On doing so, Xiao just looked forward, and a few seconds later, Xiao started to move his body, small cracking sounds being heard as his bones and body adjusted back.

Taking his time, Xiao stood up. Looking down at his hand, he clenched and unclenched his hand. Xiao took a deep breath, feeling in the air, the blood in his body, the power that was filling him, and the rage that was threatening to burst out.

'My personality was being regressed.'