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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

[591] Labyrinth no more.

The raid was successful, as soon as Alan broke through the doors, his army swarmed in like a mass of insects. Insects that were incredibly dangerous and didn't tire. He commanded them with ease and took care of the stronger Minotaur's by himself, It didn't take long.

About a day? The entire labyrinth was subjugated, the inhabitants of the labyrinth city were all dead, their carcasses being transported back to the first floor, where they would be dismantled for anything useful for the guild, and then given to Alan so he could sacrifice and gain a meager amount of points.

Strangely enough, the only artifact he gained was the False Crown, and nothing more, the bodies didn't disappear as well. 

'Was the Minotaur king, special?'

He descended to the ruined floor that was his throne room, and then used all the skills at his disposal to find anything that would resemble a core, but alas, there was nothing. He was a bit confused by this.

"Haa..."