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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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646 Chs

[416] Words of the Wise.

"How are you now?"

The old man asked the young child. The young child did not respond.

The old man sighed, thinking that either the child was wary of him or his injuries were so severe that he could not even utter words.

"Sigh…"

"Who are you?"

"..!"

But suddenly, the Old man's worries were for naught. The young boy was able to speak!

"..."

But the old man stayed silent, finding it difficult to answer the question of the boy.

Should he reveal his identity to the Young boy?

It didn't seem right too, if he did maybe the boy would die out of fear.

"An old man reaching the end of his life."

Answered the old man in a cryptic way, he deemed that this would be enough for the boy.

"I don't like riddles."

"It wasn't a riddle."

The old man stood up and went to tend to the fire, the boy stared at the flickering flames, his scarlet eyes being dyed crimson.

"Who are you?"