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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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[519] Waste?

"How did you feel about wasting the Panacea Phial on a single person instead of using it to cure thousands of others affected by curses?"

Alan didn't answer that question as easily as he did the others. In fact, he was completely silent. Twilights officials had recognized that the question was nowhere on the list of questions agreed upon by them. 

The interviewer, looked at Alan with a sweet smile, fully aware of the uproar that her words were going to cause.

Maxwell looked at her with a glare, and she simply smiled at him.

The one who was asked, Alan, was silent.

His focus was not on the restless looks on the faces of the others in the room, the smirks from a certain group of people, the interviewers sweet smile and innocent eyes, Maxwells glare, and the curses he could hear with his enhanced hearing.

 Not even on the majority of the question, but on a singular word from it.

'Waste?'