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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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[473] Stefan Caraval(2)

The group continued to travel through the forest, this time taking the peaceful approach. No trees or nature was harmed this time. Although, the constant praises of the people did get on 'Alan's' nerves.

'Such zealots, or are they simply trying to curry some favor with the cardinal?'

He thought, his eyes coldly observing each and every person here. He almost wanted to grimace when he realized he could not see through the Knight's armor, certainly, it was not ordinary by any means to avoid his eyes.

'All of that aside...'

He, after realizing that he could no longer gather any more information, turned to look at himself.

"My..."

He cooed, as he observed his own body. Filled with some scars and the intricate bloodline tattoos. He also wished to marvel at the dragon on his back, lamenting the fact that he did not have eyes on the back of his head.

'The kid achieved a lot...impressive.'