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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 · ファンタジー
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[153]Ezra Fornum VS Alan Peccator.

Ezra Fornum approached me.

What Pressure he exudes.

The crowd parted to make way for him.

So...this is the man, that nearly annihilated Behemoth.

The guy killed hundreds of thousands after losing the love of his life.

The guy that beat Elijah, Using [DECIMATION] to a pulp.

Wow.

The pressure is suffocating.

Yet...I feel such a thrill.

My blood is boiling.

Fight him.

...

...

..

But I must endure.

I can't just let him copy my techniques.

A 7-star art in his hands when I know what he does in the future?

Fucking bullshit.

"I do not think he will be able to copy the Chaotic Spear."

The voice of Aranus resounded in my mind.

"I have not heard of this Ezra Fornum, but a talent to copy every physical movement you see at first glance seems far-fetched."

His voice...somehow evaluating Ezra seemed comforting.

But I know that the talent possessed by Ezra Fornum is real.

As far as the memories that Jame had are concerned.

"Alan Peccator, I would like to duel you."