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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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680 Chs

[382] To the next trials!

A/N: Sorry for only one chapter today. I am busy with exam prep so I didn't have enough time.

I apologize if it caused any inconvenience.

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I woke up, with a massive headache.

"Ugh…"

I massaged my head as I took in my surroundings.

I found myself in a desolate and ruined room, once possessing great charm but now reduced to nothing but rubble, I could see smudged and torn paintings and broken instruments, and…honestly, everything here had a fault or two.

The sofas, the desk, the tables, Everything was broken;

I stood up, and just as I was about to search around, I heard the metallic voice of the Tower.

[How did it feel?]

How did It feel?

I wondered, What now? What question will it ask me now?

"What do you mean?"

I asked, curious. What did it mean?

How did I feel doing what? Killing the Shadow borne?

[So it has been erased…How did it feel to end the Empire?]

I had a hard time hearing his words…Are my ears being affected by this place or something?