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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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[512] It wasn't as covert as expected.[2]

[Titan Guild, Headquarters.]

Daniel Parker, the guild master of the strongest guild on Earth, was looking at a small display on his desk, all the while twirling what appeared to be a chest piece made of gold.

It was the king, the most important and most useless piece in chess. His fingers seemed to be made of gold as well, and this 'gold' was like liquid, flowing into the chest piece. The piece had veins like those of a living being, and gold was the blood that lowed through it.

The office he resided in was as lavish as every, where everything was gold, to the seat he was sitting on and the most minor decoration. The walls, ceilings, doors...everything.

And everything seemed to be moving, like a living being. The blood which was gold flowed through everything in this place, all originating from him.

Like he was the heart of this strange...organism.

"Little Richard has had some cover operations..."