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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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644 Chs

[478] The crystal palace.

A knock was heard on the door. James opened his eyes and stared at it. Without knocking another time, the individual outside stepped in. It was a man clad in pure white armor. It was the standard plate armor of the medieval era, just adorned with numerous intricate runes.

"The cardinal is calling for you."

The man said, with a respectful tone. Unlike the rest of the people in the church, who would treat James, with his look, as a barbarian with contempt. The man in front of him was much more mature. Which did come off as a pleasant surprise.

He was also strong. But not as strong as James expected a knight of the church to be.

'So Stefan is the only one of noteworthy power here.'

He thought, as he assessed the man. The only thing special about him would be his manners, and his armor. His strength was only subpar.

'The world is really weak.'

"The cardinal is calling for you."