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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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670 Chs

{71} Body as cold as Ice.[2]

{Chaotic Spear Art}

//First Movement\\

ABYSSAL REND!

Alan circulated his mana and the Blue non-attribute mana flowed into his Spear.

It was ready, His strongest attack was ready.

And he unleashed it. He swung his spear at the Sword Saint's kick at point blank range.

It was going to hit.

And it hit.

Both Of their attacks collided.

*BOOM!*

A large explosion of Mana erupted from their attacks colliding with each other.

Poor Alex, who was watching their fight had been hit by the shockwave and was sent flying.

The ground of the training room had shattered.

The surroundings shook, And an earthquake far greater in magnitude than the one Alan had first made when he practiced Abyssal Rend for the first time was felt all over the place.

The result of the terrifying clash?

Alan's defeat. And the right leg of Sword Saint bleeding profusely.

But...the head of Alan Peccator was in the Sword Saints Grasp.

If he wanted to, he could turn Alans Head into Mush.