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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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[166]...i lost.

Lucas opened his eyes as he awakened from his sleep.

".urgh.."

He groaned as he took in the surroundings

His personal medical room greeted his sight.

He tried to sit up, but then immediately groaned from the pain in his chest and arms.

He laid down again and closed his eyes.

'...I lost huh.'

Fucking hell, he lost.

After all that training, after all that effort, he still lost.

His arms and fists still hurt, and his chest was in even more pain.

'...is he a fucking steelman?'

Lucas wondered.

Alan had used no mana during the fight.

Not to enhance himself, all he did was fight with his bare body.

But still, to Lucas, it felt like he was hitting steel, even after enhancing himself with his earth and metal attribute mana.

Haha...those strikes were deadly as fuck.

Lucas thought to himself.

He had to put his entire focus into not getting hit.

A single hit from Alan was equivalent to a dozen of his.

That guy was the definition of a Monster.