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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 · Fantasi
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[128]The Only Sane Chaos Dragon.

In a desolate land filled with nothing but the purple earth, devoid of life and the skies that seemed to tear apart every second.

Cracks formed in the skies and the earth, destroying the already destroyed landscape.

Yet, in a particular area, where a humongous Purple Dragon was resting...all was calm.

The Dragon had 2 pairs of wings, a menacing set of horns that adorned his head like a natural crown, ferocious claws that could tear apart everything, and Purplish eyes....that seemed weak.

The Dragon was curled up in the air which seemed to fluctuate with every breath the dragon took, drawing nearer and nearer to the Dragon.

It was just this dragon in this desolate land, devoid of any organism besides it.

The dragon...appeared to be weak somehow, as if it was a fraction of its peak strength.

Without a doubt, it was recuperating, regaining the strength it had lost.