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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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[212] Regrets, Their Regrets.

Alan looked at the house with mixed thoughts, while his sister urged him to go on.

He stopped at the door, and as he was about to knock, he hesitated.

For a moment, a shred of hesitation clearly displayed his thoughts, his actual feelings.

Or was it really hesitation? Or could it be said to be fear?

*Thump*

His heart thumped, the amount of sweat on his brows increasing...it was such a sudden change.

He felt that it wasn't him that was shaking...but then again he felt it was.

Inside of him was a fear...a fear of something he was yet oblivious to.

His hand, which was about to knock on the door stopped again...and shook.

'Should I do it?'

He hesitated.

'Should I do it?'

He was afraid.

But then.

*Knock**Knock!*

The sound of knocking shook him out of his stupor.

It wasn't him...it was rather his sister.

He took deep breaths...and before he could come to a conclusion the door opened.